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A full year since graduation. One full year since Jennifer had left the program, now to return to her beloved mommy. The lights continued to sparkle and Jennifer watched them intently. The music played softly and Jennifer listened intently. Jennifer voided and felt the sensations intently. Everything Jennifer saw, heard, felt, smelled, experienced, she did so intently. Except her logical, conscious, reasoning thoughts. These she ignored entirely, the few times once crept up from the deep recesses of her mind, as if to say "This isn't right". And Jennifer watched, listened, felt and BELIEVED intently. Her mind was being filled constantly with the ideas, thoughts, responses she absolutely knew were right for her. Lights.............pretty.............watch....... ..Music............sleepy.............listen............ Wet..............warm..............nice..........Mommy. ........love...........obey. Mommy.......good.........help me. Jenny.........little...........need.......Jenny........ ..little..........me....Jenny..........baby.........now... Me.........baby...........mommy. Over and over. A hundred or more times an hour these thoughts flooded Jennifer's mind constantly leaving no time for any other thought, or sensation or idea. Jenny's eyes stared intently at the pretty lights, watching their patterns over and over. Her eyes following each light as it blinked on, .....then off.... in a preprogrammed sequence, her eyes flickering from light to light so fast only the computer connected to the electrodes on her forehead could measure the minute, microsecond quick responses. Over and over her mind registered the slight changes in frequency of the music, and heard the short, quick phrases, far below the normal hearing of a person in a normal state of consciousness. As her bladder emptied helplessly into the thick diapers encasing her loins, the computer stimulated her pleasure centres in her brain, again connected to minute electrodes on her scalp, and then registered the degree of pleasure she registered from the action, sensations and thoughts. Hours later as Jennifer returned to a more normal "conscious" level of functioning, no longer hooked up to the computers and electrodes, sleeping in her new room, Jenny woke to the sodden wetness of her diapers, the comforting presence of her soother, and the soft, fuzzy texture of her sleepers, and heard the door open gently and the easily recognizable footstep of "MOMMY". Excitedly she began to babble "Mama, Jenny, wet, nice, love, pretty, baby, me." over and over as Dr. Janet Whetmore entered the room, seeing her little charge was now fully awake. "What an excited little girl you are today. You sure are wet. Let's get baby Jenny's little didees changed now shall we. Good girl. Mommy loves her little wet baby Jenny" and baby Jenny cooed and giggled and sucked the bottle of juice she was given by her beloved "mommy". Mommy........love...........obey. Mommy.......good.........help me. Jenny.......little.......need.......Jenny.........little....... ....me....Jenny........baby....now "Me.........baby...........mommy" flashed through Jenny's mind over and over as mommy lovingly changed little Jenny, talking baby talk to her constantly and lovingly cleaned her mess and wetness off and powdered and oiled her diaper area, pinning thick soft diapers on her little charge. Once dressed and ready for breakfast, Jenny passively sat propped up in her crib, while mommy spoonfed her a bowl of oatmeal, with strained fruit, oatbran, and gave her two big bottles of baby formula. "Yes" thought Dr. Whetmore. "This has been the ideal candidate. But she is all mine. This one will be mine forever." October 5, 1994 Jennifer Jennifer knew she had to get a passing grade in Psych 301. Or else she'd again be expelled from another program. She desperately wanted to be a psychologist and help people. Like her brother Scott. How she admired him. And he had really helped her to buckle down and concentrate. Even using that sleep learning stuff to help her learn how to concentrate and remember everything. But this course just seemed to be harder than anything she'd ever tried before. Jennifer's dad had "cut her out of the will" until she settled down, after being thrown out of 5 universities in her freshman year in the past 4 years, and when she'd finally made it through the first year, and into the second, and finally into her third and final year, where she would graduate, he'd had that fatal heart attack before changing the will. Everything had gone to her step mother, barely 3 years older than Jennifer's 22 years, and Jennifer had been told straight out she wasn't welcome in her st ep mother's home any longer. The witch. Knowing her father had wanted her reinstated and to help her with her education now that she'd found her goal, and settled down to her reals studied, her stepmother still persisted in the notion Jennifer was just a wild girl and couldn't be trusted to inherit from the estate. Now, broke, alone, and trying her best, Jennifer was getting by, but still not getting a passing grade in the class she needed. When Dr. Whetmore had suggested Jennifer could earn extra credits, credits that would ensure at least a C+ grade, by volunteering for some special experiments the doctor was conducting in parapsychology research, Jennifer jumped at the chance. Making sure her dress was fresh, her makeup just right, and her wits about her, Jennifer had eagerly attended the inteview. She'd been a bit confused by the questionnaires and questions the doctor put to her, but the doctor seemed pleased with her answers during the interview. She'd been a bit embarrassed answering about her "sexual experience" and her "fantasies" but knew it was for research, and the doctor assured her everything would be strictly confidential. The files didn't even have names, just number s, and only Dr. Whetmore knew the correlation between a file number and the person the number belonged to. She was asked to come back after her last classes for the next two days, and did as instructed. When the doctor told her to sit in a big lounge type chair, like a dentist's chair, and told her to close her eyes and listen to the doctor, she was really glad Scott had helped her learn to concentrate, and to practise the "sleep learning" a year ago. The first evening, Jennifer remembered feeling a bit strange at first, then the questions, like on the questionnaire and during the interview, made her a bit embar rassed, but as they were repeated the questions her embarrassment faded and she felt herself easily answering all the questions. The second evening, though, Jennifer could hardly remember what they'd discussed, and was surprised to find it was so dark. She'd been a bit embarrassed to find she'd wet her panties and that the doctor had had to put a thick pad under her, and pull it up between her legs to protect the chair, but thankfully the doctor wasn't angry. Three days later, Jennifer was told by Dr. Whetmore she was selected as a candidate for the experiment. She was to report to the doctor's private lab and clinic on October 11, after her final afternoon class, and expect to stay for up to 3 weeks. Since the week was the end of the first semester, and the classes were cancelled as study week for midterm exams, Jennifer would be free to stay anyway. Dr. Whetmore would arrange for Jennifer to take makeup exams in her other 3 classes, and she would earn a minimu m C+ in Psych 201. Jennifer was so excited she barely made it to the washroom after class. October 10, 1994 The Candidate is Selected Dr. Whetmore reviewed the file again carefully. "Tomorrow she'll be here and we start her prog ramming." thought the doctor. Jennifer Wells, age 22, white, female. Typical spoiled little rich kid, until daddy cut her off, then died, and stepmom wanted nothing to do with her. Alone, no family except a brother who tended to side with the stepmom so he would eventually inherit, no boyfirends or real friends at all on this campus, being her first year at Xavier University. Above average intelligence. No history of mental illness, or disease, or physical condition that was abnormal. Very articulate, and mature for 22. Slightly more sexual experience than most sophomores, but not unusually so. Average female sexual fantasies, and orgasmically responsive. The one minor negative was her slightly higher than average hypnotizability rating, but then the experience she'd recently had with her brother hypnotizing her and helping her learn to concentrate must be fresh and heightening her response. Also her desire to win a "candidates" position would heighten her desire to respond properly. Dr. Whetmore smiled inwardly as she thought about the program so freely funded by the government. Now that the "cold war" was back on, and the USA and other "democratic" powers were trying so hard to determine how the communists and chinese has managed to turn so many "red blooded american boys" against their country, that they could barely raise a decent army or fighting make. Somehow the communists were managing to unleash thousands of "Manchurian Candidates" as they were labeled, to convince young ameri can men and women that war was
evil, to fight the "friendly" advances of the Russians, Chinese and other socialist makes was unthinkable. They were tremendous orators, gifted with almost superhuman logic, oratory skill and abilities far beyond those of normal men and women. At first she had worked with psychiatric patients, prisoners, and other misfits, the usual morass of people noone cared about, who could be used as guinea pigs for her mind melding experiments. Designed to create the "perfect, loyal American" hundreds of people were programmed, almost tortured in the interests of the "country". Regrettably many were reduced to vegetables, incapable of the simplest independent thought, let alone the skills of the sleepers the socialists had unleashed. Studying everything she could get her hands on, and "interviewing" some of the socialist, American leaders, she had finally hit on something. Carefully she developed her programs and plans, and after almost 100 successful experiments in a row, she detailed it to her benefactors. At first they were doubtful. "It will take too long !" they cried, but when she showed the results she could obtain in just 10 days of intensive "reeducation", they gave her a blank signed checkbook. She had the space, the equipment, and the resources now to really set up her experiments on a grand scale, and finally after thousands more tests, the benefactors said "Now we need to test some good old "normal" american boys and girls. Not these misfits and crazies you've been working with. Normal everyday kids." The university supplied hundreds of kids, unsuspectingly, for her program, and true to her predictions they all responded as desired. Each of them became totally loyal american evangelists for the "free and democratic American way". Hundreds of american boys and girls, in universities across the continent volunteered for her "psychology research", in the hopes of earning and easy credit, and after their 10 day stay in her special lab, left completely reeducated, loyal americans, who just happened to be chronic bedwetters. A slight price to pay for loyalty. The program was SO perfect, it was almost completely automated. In on day one, through the phases to strip their resistance, reeducate, return to independent status, and out the door on day ten. And then she met Jennifer. Seldom did Dr. Whetmore bother to take a personal interest, beyond reviewing each applicant's file before accepting them for programming, but this file intrigued her. Jennifer Wells, bright, extremely attractive, and with a reputation as a real dominant "bitch". Really putting the boys through their paces for her favours. Promiscuous was an understatement. Then all of a sudden she buckles down. Becomes Miss Prim and Proper, and really hits the books. Her intelligence pays off for her and she gets B+ averages in almost everything. Wants to be a psychologist and "help the world". Typical dreamer. Above average grades in everything, EXCEPT the course Dr. Whetmore taught in Behavioural Psychology. No right or wrong answers in this course, except the answer Dr. Whetmore wanted was always right. And Jennifer needed this course or else she'd fail out of the university program. The application had been articulate, well detailed and just about what the doctor had figured she'd get from Jennifer. The interview was somewhat surprising. For a young woman, suddenly "on her own", she was very confident, and independent. She'd learned to really cope, and to buckle down and study between her job and classes. She was as opinionated as hell, and still voiced her opinions even to the doctor, knowing contradicting the doctor might just result in her not being accepted. She "sold herself" to the doctor really making a pitch to get on the program as a candidate, despite not knowing what the program was all about. Dr. Whetmore used the usual story about "behaviour modification", teaching the body to respond differently to stimuli, helping improve physical condition, alertness and concentration. The usual BS they all fell for. Jennifer lapped it up, and offered how she'd had her brother help her learn to concentrate so she could study better, using "Sleep Learning". "Hell, she doesn't even know what hypnosis is, and she's a second year student." thought the doctor. Dr. Whetmore kept Jennifer in suspense for 3 full days, then finally told her to report to the resident lab on October 11. Jennifer was so excited, the doctor thought she was going to wet her pants. If only Jennifer knew. October 11, 1994 Jennifer Enters the Program Promptly at 4:15, just about 5 minutes after her last class, Jennifer reported to the doctor's residence and laboratory. She had her satchel with her books, so she could keep up her studies, and her small overnight bag. She figured she could get whatever else she needed later, once she knew the routine. She was both excited and a bit fearful. She knew it had something to do with behaviour, but wasn't sure what. The doctor had said something about helping her to concentrate better and to learn to relax. She was greeted at the door by a young woman just a few years older than she, who said "Oh, you must be Jennifer Wells. I'm Tanya Taylor, the doctor's assistant. Please come in and I'll give you the nickel tour. Doctor will be along around 5:00 and we'll have dinner." Obediently, Jennifer followed Tanya to her room, and put her overnite case on the bed, then followed her to the long corridor to the labs. Jennifer was amazed at the arrays of equipment and overwhelmed by the easy way Tanya described it and it's use. "This is the relaxation room. The big chair, much like a dentist's chair helps you to get comfortable and is warmed and textured to be very soothing to the person sitting in it. The small hairlike wires are leads that go to the recording equipment so we can record certain biomedical responses to stimuli and suggestions. The arrays of lights at the end of the room are to help you focus your attention so you can let your mind concentrate on what's at hand, and not wander. You'll probably spend some time in here each day to help you learn to relax and concentrate better on the techniques doctor will teach you. You'll be amazed at how easily you can concentrate for hours and learn your lessons so easily." Jennifer smiled inwardly. Thanks to her brother, she had already learned some techniques to concentrate REALLY well. Doctor Whetmore will be real impressed with how easily Jennifer learned HER lessons. As the tour drew to an end, they returned to her room. Somehow things looked a bit different, but Jennifer couldn't quite put her hand on what was different. Then she realized her bag was missing, and asking Tanya what had happened to it, received "Oh, don't worry. You won't need that during your stay. With all the delicate equipment in the labs, we make sure all staff and volunteers wear only natural fibres, like cotton. Fabrics like nylon, or polyester can create static that might damage the equipment. I'm afraid you'll have to shower, then strip and put on the underthings you'll find in the drawers. Your regular evening wear is in the closet, and daywear in the top drawer. I think you'll find it very comfortable, AND practical too. If you need help or anything just push the little buzzer button there, and either I or one of the other attendants will assist you." Slightly puzzled, Jennifer did as she was told, and went in to take her shower. She washed up real well and really liked the scent of the shampoo and soap. It was vaguely familiar, but she couldn't quite recognize it. Towelling off with the big, soft towels supplied at the clinic, she strode bravely out into the room. Opening the closet she was surprised to find only jumpsuits, in different colours like soft pink, mauve, or soft yellow, and all with some sort of design on them, or with lace at the shoulders and across the front. They looked vaguely familiar, but again she couldn't quite remember what they were. She took out some panties from the second drawer and pulled them on, amazed at how thick and heavy they were. More like little girl panties than something for a grown woman, and not finding a bra, decided she'd just go without, since here breasts were quite small anyway and firm. She pulled on the jumpsuit, and zipped up the front, from the waist but couldn't figure out how to do up the leg parts. They were split right down each leg, all the way around the crotch, strangely, and she had no idea how to do them up. Giving up, she finally pushed the buzzer, and in a moment Tanya returned. "Oh, I guess I should have told you how they fasten. Here lie down and I'll do it for you and show you." Doing as she was told, she lay down on the bed, and saw the mirror above her bed. "That's what's different" she thought, "I don't remember seeing THAT before". and as she watched in the mirror, she saw and felt Tanya snapping up the inside seams of the "SLEEPERS". "Yes, that's what they're called, sleepers." she thought, "like little kids wear." Seeing the look on her face, Tanya said "There you go. All done up. Snug as a bug. I hope you like your lounging jammies, or as you probably called them a few years ago, your sleepers. These are required, and regular night wear for all volunteers. The snaps just make changes easier. I hope the music isn't too loud for you. We pipe it in to help relax the volunteers the first few days." and only then did Jennifer notice the music in the background. A lullaby sort of music, coming from somewhere. "Yes, it is kind of soothing. I'd hardly noticed it before. I kind of like it." she said half dreamily, and Tanya smiled and said "Ok, let's go. Doctor's waiting for us in the dining hall." Dinner wasn't very interesting. Jennifer found her attention wandering constantly and the doctor had to bring her back to focus several times. She kept droning on and on about the new things Jenny would learn, and how easy it would be for her to concentrate. Why she might even earn an "A" in the course if she applied herself. Jennifer was excited by this prospect and her excitement showed as she babbled on about how she wanted to be the "bestest" psychologist and the "bestest" person to help the other boys and girls learn to get along. Dr. Whetmore just smiled as she watched Jennifer babble on like an excited child. Despite her excitement, Jennifer slept very soundly that night. Very soundly indeed. So soundly she was barely awake when she realized she was wetting her pants. She'd been having a strange dream, but couldn't quite recall it, and then woke feeling like she was in a nice warm bath, and suddenly felt herself wetting her pants. As she came out of her reverie, she realized that she was soaked. Not just a little dribbling or slight "accident". She had really soaked her panties and her sleepers. Groggily she got up and stripped off the wet sleepers and panties, then washed off and finding herself real thirsty drank two glasses of nice cool water from the special cooler in the room. She dreamily pulled on another pair of thick panties and a nice snuggly pink sleeper with a little bunny on it. "This is kinda cute." she thought. "I like bunnies. They're soft. My special bunny sleepers." and then dreamily snuggled into her bed and went soundly to sleep. October 12, 1994 Dr. Whetmore smiled as she drank her juice. "Ah, little Jenny is coming along quite nicely. Two sets of wet panties and sleepers last night and then very wet trainers and sleepers this morning. Quite the little bedwetter we've got here now." she thought. She was snapped out of her soft reverie as the door opened and Jennifer trotted in. "Hi doctor. Me sleep weal good." exclaimed Jenny as she excitedly bounced into her chair and knocked over the glass of juice set before her. "Sowwy", Jenny pouted and thirstily drank the second big glass of juice. "Jennifer, Tanya says you had a little accident this morning. You peed in your panties and bed. Is that right." Looking like a downcast little girl, Jenny pouted a moment then said softly "Yes doctor. Me sowwy. Couldn't help it. Sowwy." and the doctor could barely stifle a giggle at Jenny's childish action and reaction. "Well, Jenny. I'm a bit surprised at you. Aren't you a big girl now. In university and nearly grow up. Who wets their bed, Jenny ??" "Babies wet bed, doctor. Little babies in diapers wet the bed, doctor. Sowwy." Jenny said sadly and almost ashamed. "Good thought the doctor. She feels ashamed of wetting her bed as a `big' girl. She'll surely accept a better alternative after this morning's sessions." and then she said. "Well you should be sorry. If you do it again, we'll have to take appropriate measures and dress you accordingly. Understand." "Yeth, doctor. Me twy weal hard." said the chastised little girl. Breakfast passed without in cident, unless you count the messy little girl with jam and butter all over her hands and little face, who had to be cleaned up by Tanya, like a toddler or young child. Jenny bounced excitedly as the doctor told her about the fun things she'd see and do today, and Jenny was so excited she almost peed her panties, just making a mad dash to the bathroom in the nick of time. Calming down finally, Jenny was led to the special room. As she sat in the big chair, like a dentist's chair, her chest was tightly fastened to the back, her ankles secured to the footrest and her head held gently but firmly to the headrest. Jenny was a bit scared and seemed upset but as Tanya spoke soothingly to her, she felt herself relax, and then the pretty music started and little Jenny began to feel sleepy. She felt her little eyes drift close then soon dreamed of pretty lights flashing on and off and listening to mommy's voice tell her what a good little girl she was. How pretty and cute and little. As Jenny watched the pretty lights, they seemed to fade then Jenny saw pretty pictures. Little pictures of cute little baby girls playing and sleeping and being cared for by their mommies. Jenny watched intently as she saw the little baby girl wetting her diapers. She saw the intense look of pleasure and joy on the baby girl's face as her diapers went from pristine white to soft, yellow and saw the warm, yellow colour spreading across the front of the baby's diapers. She heard the mommy talking softly, lovingly to the baby saying "Mommy loves her little baby. Mommy loves to change her little baby's diapers. You like your wet little diapers don't you baby. And mommy knows you're her baby becau se you wet your little baby diapers for mommy." Jenny was both overjoyed for the little baby whose mommy loved her and saddened that she was not the baby. That she couldn't, didn't feel the pleasure of wetting her diapers and having mommy lovingly change her diapers. The baby was cuddled, held, bathed, fed, loved. Jenny wanted so much to be cuddled, held, bathed, fed and loved. It almost made her cry. Then the lights were back and Jenny could see them twinkle pretty and soft and warm. Pretty lights. And the soft gentle music again, lulling her into a warm peaceful sleep. Lights.............pretty.............watch. ........Music............sleepy.............listen............ Baby ....... happy..... nice.... Mommy love..... Mommy..... change. Mommy feed...... mommy love wet baby . Sweet... happy.... warm.... nice thoughts and dreams of litlte baby Jenny being cared for and loved and babied by mommy. Baby Jenny heard mommy's voice soothing her and reassuring her. Telling her she'd always be mommy's little baby. She'd always be able to feel and enjoy the pleasures and love and caring of her mommy as baby Jenny. Jenny was happy now. So happy. So warm. So loved. Jenny was mommy's baby. And as Jenny began to realize she was mommy's baby she felt a warm, tingling glow between her legs. A strange yet vaguely familiar sensation. Pleasant, nice, desirable, making her feel tingly and nice all over. The sensation grew and grew in intensity and Jenny felt overwhelmed by it. Washed in a glow of pure pleasure as she approached her orgasm, urged on by the vibrating electrodes on her nipples and labia and just above her clitoris. And just as she was about to go over the edge into the consuming pleasure of orgasm she felt the warm, demanding pressure in her bladder and then just as suddenly felt the warm intense heat and pleasure of emptying her bladder into her thick soft baby diapers and feeling the grow warm and wet and so very very very nice. All at the same time she saw the baby wetting its diapers over and over and over and heard mommy saying over and over and over "So nice. You love wetting your diapers. If feels so nice. Can't stop. Don't ever want to stop. Happy baby. Good baby. Mommy loves her baby in wet diapers." and Jenny was over the edge lost in an orgasmic wash of pleasure as she helplessly, uncontrollably and completely emptied her bladder into her diaper. At lunch the excited, happy little child wet her panties even before she knew she had to go peepee. Not just a dribble, or a few drops, but totally, completely emptying her nervous excited little bladder into her thick soft soaker panties, so that even they were overflowed and a shameful Jenny had to admit to her mommy... no her doctor, that she'd wet her panties like a little baby. Shamefully Jenny was led away to her room, where Tanya put thick soft diapers on her, and pretty printed panties. Outwardly, big girl Jenny felt ashamed of having to wear baby diapers, but inside, deep down, little Jenny felt secure, happy, content knowing mommy loved her little baby Jenny in warm, wet diapers. By the following morning Jenny no longer felt ashamed of her thick, soft diapers. She loved them. They felt so soft and reassuring against her bare little bottom and diaper area. She loved the smell of baby powder and the gentle ministrations of Tanya or mommy as they spread the baby lotion on her diaper area. And the intense pleasure of wetting her diapers was indescribable. Jenny was never going to stop wetting her diapers. She loved it so much. Even poopoo was nice. It felt nice and squishy and warm, and mommy didn't even mind if it smelled bad. Mommy loved baby Jenny in her baby diapers and Jenny loved mommy. October 20, 1994 The doctor smiled as she lovingly changed her new baby. Just 9 days and the once headstrong, independent young college woman was returned to helpless and complete infancy. Once she was in diapers, Jenny quickly lost all voluntary control of her bladder and within days was voiding like a young infant. She almost never seemed to be dry and always smiled and giggled when `mommy' checked her diapers. By the 14 she'd begun messing her diapers, even ahead of schedule, and the doctor had merely shown her the one set of slides of the babies messing their diapers while sleeping, playing and doing their baby activities. The next day baby Jenny had settled into the typical infant routin e of messing her diapers after every feeding and during her naps and sleep times. Little Jenny really seemed to love using her diapers as the baby she now was. She'd taken to the bottle naturally and easily. Almost like a newborn being weaned, only this baby was being trained and conditioned to take her bottle n aturally. Just two sessions of intense hypnotic and psychic driving and Jenny began to drool and suckle instinctively at just the sight of a bottle. She suckled almost constantly and need her soother whenever she wasn't nursing, or else would suck her lip or her thumb contentedly. And now just 9 days later, little Jenny couldn't walk, talk, control her bladder or bowels or feed herself. She was a totally helpless dependent infant and loved her state and status. The day before she and Tanya had conducted the normal programs and test for `lingering' personality traits and found Jenny had completely accepted the baby needs and desires and traits she'd been programmed with. Even the intenses four hour session designed to instill deep shame and humiliation at wearing diapers and especially at wetting diapers like a little baby would not dissuade Jenny's deep seated need to wear and wet diapers. Jenny would always be in diapers and would always use them as a little baby . Despite her promiscuous past and heightened sexuality, Jenny's only sexual interests and pleasure were those of an infant. The oral stimulation of her bottle nipple or her soother. The warm wet pleasure of wetting her diapers and feeling the warmth against her baby diaper area. She delighted in her toys. The soft cuddly dollies and stuffed animals so typical of a young baby girl. Her world was now the sensual, tactile world of the infant she'd become. And now the end was nearing. And Dr. Whetmore couldn't stand to think about it. Tanya and the doctor had fought long into the night. She knew Tanya was right. Faithful Tanya. So bright. So strong. So intelligent. And so damned logical. If it hadn't been for Tanya's `little quirk' that desire to be controlled and dominated, it would have been Tanya in charge of the program and the research instead of she. After all it was Tanya that had discovered the regression technigue that returned the subjects into helpless, sensual little beings, with open almost vacuous little minds ready to be filled with the ideas, concepts, beliefs and habits they wanted to instill. Dr. Whetmore knew she was wrong. Knew it would not be right. But nonetheless knew this candidate was special. Very, very special. She wanted this little girl to herself. To be her little baby. Forever. Finally they had reached a compromise. Depsite her submissiveness to the doctor's will and demands, Tanya had stood firm, threatening to expose the doctor's duplicity with this one candidate, until they agreed Jenny would be returned to her former life, as renormalized as possible, for one full year. Jenny would return to her classes, with an A plus in psychology and be allowed to finish her courses and graduate. Then they'd see what she felt and wanted. Of course, like all candidates Jennifer would retain her love and need of diapers, and continue to wet them like a little baby, but in most other ways she should be a normal mature young woman about to graduate college. Then one year later she would return, compelled to come back to this special place where she was loved, cared for and allowed to be mommy's special little baby girl. At least this is what the doctor hoped as she prepared Jennifer for her final sessions. October 21, 1994 Jennifer felt wide awake and so intense after the 10 days. She had learned so much. All about behaviour and training and how people thought and acted. She'd learned to accept herself as she was, and to let people see her the way she felt inside, instead of the way she thought others saw her. She felt a little strange about having to wear diapers still at her age, but then so what. It was her "thing" and she liked the feeling of her soft diapers, and when she wet them, "WOW" the pleasure was better than anything she could think of. Noone was going to get her out of her diapers. No sir. And besides she couldn't be trained or whatever anyway. That's what the doctor had said. Even after all the courses and training excercises they'd gone through the past 10 days Jennifer still wet like she did when she was a little baby. Like she'd always done all her life, except now that she knew about such grown up things as `sex' and `orgasm' she got a lot more pleasure out of wetting her diapers than she imagined she did when she was only one or two years old. Sadly she bid the good doctor and Tanya goodbye and returned to her dormitory, with two dozen nice new diapers in her bag, and some pretty frilly panties to go over the diapers. She liked the little cotton rumba panties. They really dressed up her plain white waterproof panties she had to wear over her diapers so she didn't wet her skirt or slacks or the furniture. Jenny worked hard all that term, and through the summer. Taking all the summer courses would allow her to finish up her whole degree by next June. Then she'd be a real psychologist and able to help other people like her learn to accept themselves and learn to love their diapers, when they couldn't learn to stop wetting them. And graduate she did. With honors. But unfortunately her one degress was not enough. Jenny finally gave up on trying to be real psychologist like Dr. Whetmore, her hero, for now, until she could get back to school and get another degree and then be a real doctor like mommy.... no Dr. Whetmore. Jennifer took a job as a daycare centre worker, working with the toddlers and babies helping them to feel loved and secure and happy. The owners were amazed at how good she was with the babies and how loving and caring and gentle she was. She almost seemed to `talk their language' the one operator said watching Jenny down on the floor playing with Stack'em blocks with a cute little baby girl, around 9 or 10 months of age. And she was so understanding and kind with the older boys and girls who still had to wear diapers. The ones who usually were teased and shamed at being in diapers like the little babies. Why they just seemed to accep they weren't ready yet to grow up, and even the parents seemed to accept Jenny's explanations and began to let the youngsters be the little babies they seemed to need to be until they were ready to grow up. A few wet or dirty diapers and a bit of baby talk was a small price to pay for a healthy well adjusted child, and one most parents gladly paid. Of course Jenny knew somehow most of the mothers wanted their children to remain their cute little babies for as long as possible, but felt guilty about letting them be the babies they so dearly wanted. "Mommy loves her little baby in her wet baby diapers" seemed to motivate her to continue and help the parents to accept their child and to keep them in the warm, secure baby world as long as they needed. And the operators sure didn't mind. Having their `little charges' staying an extra two, three and four years, well past third or fourth grade age, in the daycare centre, where they were lovingly changed and fed and nurtured as the babies they were, brought a lot more income and revenue for the daycare operations. Despite the idyllic setting, surround by scores of cute, happy little babies and toddlers and bigger babies, Jenny was not entirely happy. Every time a mommy picked up her baby and took her or him home, Jenny felt a longing, a sadness, a void. Jenny wanted to go home with her mommy and be her baby, only Jenny's mommy was long gone. Jenny was a big girl now and only the baby pleasures of her warm wet diapers remained to remind her of the tenderer, softer, gentler years where baby Jenny was so happy. As the summer drew to a close and fall set in, Jenny felt even more and more lonely and needing her mommy. She'd often sit and cry after the last little one left the centre, and sat sniffling sucking her thumb, feeling so alone and sad. Even the owner's wife couldn't console Jenny as September drew to a close, sitting and stroking the girls hair, while she gently told her "It's alright Jenny. We love you. You're such a sweet little girl. And the babies all love you. You're one of them, it seems. There, ther e. Don't cry sweetheart. Your mommy loves you." but Jenny knew she didn't know where her mommy was, and it made her longing grow even stronger. October 9, 1995 "Dr. Whetmore has been cranky, uptight, downright bitchy all month", thought Tanya as she prepared the last candidate for his discharge. Packing his bag of diapers and plastic pants she smiled at herself remembering how he'd reacted the first time he wet his pants like a naughty little boy, then how easily he'd accepted the diapers as an alternative to wetting his pants and the shame and humiliation such an act would cost him. From pants wetting to complete infancy now only took a matter of tow or three days now, thanks to what they'd learned from the stange girl last year. And then their vaccuous little minds accepted any and all suggestions the mommy figure gave them in return for fulfilling their very real, demanding needs. A fresh diaper, a warm bottle, a loving hug and they'd do anything for the giver. Janet... or Julianne, or something like that. What a strange girl she'd been. So confident. So self assured.... and then such a complete and totally dependent infant. "Why you'd think the doctor wanted to be a real mommy or something, the way she took a liking to that strange girl." and then Tanya felt her diapers getting wet and warm and was washed in the afterglow of a glorious orgasmic pleasure as she let go and let it wash wave after wave of pleasure over her. The doctor paced her lab nervously. "Where is THAT girl." she thought. "Only two more days to go, and I've lost her. Not even a postcard to let me know she is coming. She has to come. She MUST come." And Jennifer tossed and turned fitfully. Sucking her thumb, almost chewing it really, as she fitfully dreamed of the babies in her daycare center, and felt the longing, the need, the compelling desire to be the one in the crib, the one inside the playpen, the one lovingly lying on the change table as her wet diapers were replaced with soft, fresh diapers she knew she'd soon wet again. October 11, 1995 Knock... knock... knock. A soft, almost tentative knock at the front door. "Now who could that be. The next candidate's not due until next month. Damn. Must be a salesman, finishing the day's rounds." thought Tanya as she strode to the door. "And what do you wan......" "She looks familiar. Strangely like I know her. Yes.. that's it. Now I remember. Jennifer. That was her name. Jennifer Wells. That was her name. And what was she doing here, .... and now." "Can I come in please, Tanya." said the girl meekly, shyly, almost childlike. She seemed haggard, intense, like a lost little child. Tanya felt her heart go out to the girl. "Of course my dear. How have you been. Doctor has missed you you know. You were always `special' to her. Come in. I'll tell doctor you're here." Janet almost ran to the hallway entrance to see her beloved little Jenny. Seeing the haggard, almost despondent little girl standing in front of her, her heart stopped. "What have I done ? Is this the result of my programming ? Is this what happens to the happy little babies who leave here ?" she thought, but then felt joy and reassurance as she saw the big smile break over Jennifer's face and heard "Mommy me comed home. Can me stay wif you now ?" in the childish, tremolo that she recognized from a full year ago. "Of course dear. Come into your room. Mommy will take care of you." and lovingly the doctor led little Jenny to her very own special room. A cute, little girls room, complete with full sized crib, nice changing table, shelves of soft, thick diapers and frilly little rumba panties. Closets full of soft, pretty little dresses and bonnets and sleepers for little Jenny to wear. Shelf after shelf of soft, plush stuffed toys and cute, soft dollies for Jenny to play with. Jenny was home. October 15, 1995 The doctor smiled as she watched Jenny's reactions on the monitors and the guages. "The final session" she thought. "From now on Jenny will always be my little baby girl. Forever my sweet, adorable needing little baby girl. The headstrong adult is gone forever, replaced by the sweet, innocent, newborn baby girl I love and want." Jenny's mind was now a thirsty, longing, demanding sponge. Soaking up the barely heard, or even understood words and phrases that were being forever imprinted on the very core of her identity. The words and phrases that were forever turning her into a helpless, sweet, innocent infant baby girl. A baby girl who knew only the soft, pretty, bright, sensual world known only to the infant awareness and being. The scent of powder and baby lotion and baby oil. The texture of soft cloth diapers. The sensations of wetting o or messing her diapers, knowing mommy would lovingly and gently change her, cooing the special soft words Jenny no longer understood, but loved to hear and sense. The warmth of mommy's body as she held her and fed her the warm sweet formula her infantile awareness craved so regularly now. The sound of mommy's breathing and heartbeat as she was snuggled in her arms, being lulled into the soft, sensual word of her infant existence. Lights.............pretty.............watch.........Music....... ......sleepy.............listen............ Wet..............warm..............nice..........Mommy........love...... ..... Mommy.......good.........help me. Jenny.........little...........need.......Jenny.........little........ ...me....Jenny..........baby.........now... Me.........baby...........mommy. Jenny... little.... baby... me.... always. Jenny no longer understood or knew the words but they continued to imprint her mind with the knowlegde, the awareness and the totality of what and who she was and would always be. Baby Jenny happily sucked her soother, and felt the warm wetness in her diapers and drifted easily and contentedly to sleep as her mommy bent over and tucked her in and gently kissed her on the forehead. Janet watched the pretty lights intently. She listened to the words and knew they were right. She barely remembered the little painful prick in her back as she bent to kiss her adorable little Jenny goodnight, and then felt herself being lifted and carried to this special place. She felt her love for her little baby growing stronger and stronger with each passing second and knew she and Jenny would always be mommy and baby. Jenny.... little.... baby.... mine. Helpless.... needing.... me... mommy. Love you baby Jenny. Always mine... .always baby... my baby... My lovely little Jenny... and as Tanya set the program to run automatically for the rest of the night, knowing the drugs and the programming would soon see the once powerful Dr. Janet Whetmore become a doting, loving, mommy; the mommy of a 25 year old infant baby girl, she smiled at the future that now laid ahead of her as the new director of the centre. The Centre for Learning and Behaviour Sciences, where people learned to accept themselves in the roles they could not deny. ^L Comment from the author of "the Candidates - Jennifer" Dear Reader or Listener: The story entitled "the Candidates", is a work of fiction, set somewhat in the future. The characters, locations and events outlined are purely fictional, and the creation of the writer. The theme and concepts outlined in the story are however very real, and possible. Since the Second World War, the superpowers, and especially the NATO countries led by the United States have been investigating the phenomena outlined in the story, and working covertly to make this possible. Perhaps not in exactly the way, or for the purpose of the central theme of "the Candidates - Jennifer" but for purposes far more potentially dangerous, evil or perverted. The United States has funded, either through its various "intelligence organizations", or using secret funds set aside for this purpose tens of millions of dollars conducting intensive "brainwashing" experiments using psychiatric patients, prisoners, and even unsuspecting student "volunteers" or other civilian volunteers at medical centres and post secondary education facilities in Canada, the USA and Europe. As a result of these experiments many people have been left with acute paranoia, schizophrenia, man ic depression, or as mindless, dependent shells. In its attempt to discover how the Koreans supposedly subverted POW's to speak out against the USA's war efforts in Korea, and to find a way to create the perfect assassin or agent, as depicted in the Manchurian Candidate movie, the NATO powers have employed hypnosis, hallucinogenics, subliminal programming and often combinations of all these and other methods to destroy peoples "free will" and reprogram a desired, preprogrammed set of responses to given, predetermined situations, cues or times. During the late 1960's and early 1970's the democratic powers funded and approved millions of dollars for research into the field of behaviour modification, in the hopes of finding the perfect way to change people into the compliant, obedient, servile beings they felt were needed to stave off the wave of communism seen as the "Red Threat." During this period hundreds of university age students in the USA, Britain and Canada were lured into "psychic improvement" and "sleep learning" programs where they were strategically and deliberately reduced to helpless infancy in the belief their infantile vulnerability would make them more succeptible to the ideologies and concepts the researchers wanted to instill with advanced brainwashing techniques and methods. Subliminal messaging techniques were used commonly and openly in piped in music and closed circuit television, instilling childish and childlike behaviour and needs in unsuspecting students, pressing them to enter the special "programs " for "help". Bedwetting became a common occurrence on some campuses, driving young men and women into the arms of the perpetrators. Many of these left these programs incapable of asserting themselves, or acting independently, forever reduced to childlike dependence. Many became completely incapable of ever being toilet trained and became diaper dependent adults, forever locked into the warm, sensual pleasures of wetting and/or messing in their diapers like little babies, despite the conscious awareness they should be capable of controlling themselves as adults. Many were driven to despair and suicide. While this story is written for your enjoyment and pleasure, the concept should be frightening. If you would like to learn more about these experiments, and what and how the NATO powers have distorted the potential good for these techniques, read Gordon Thomas' book, entitled "Journey into Madness". It details graphically, and correctly much of the plots hatched by these powers to control the minds of supposedly free peoples, in democratic countries. The methods used in the 1940's and right up to the early 1970's were for the most part crude, and innefficient. With advances in science, technology, and "behaviour modification", the ability to do this exists today, and is improving every month.
For now, enjoy the story. It is fun to consider it "could happen". But remember it could. c 1992 by Big Baby World. All rights reserved. Published for the enjoyment of infantilists, adults who enjoy acting and feeling like babies. Big Baby World does not condone the use of real babies or children for sexual enjoyment or fulfillment in any manner whatsoever.
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"There is no subsidy of those operations by the grant".
These were the words of the Director-General of the British Council, Sir David Green KCMG, given in evidence last July to the Parliamentary Foreign Affairs Committee, when claiming that taxpayers' money ("grant-in-aid") was "completely separate" from the British Council language school operation, which he said was "not in any way subsidised by the grant-in-aid". We've had occasion to quote these words before – here and here - let's hope this is the last. The Director-General, in his last week in office as I write and at the time of this story flanked by his deputy and now heir apparent Martin Davidson and his head of finance Margaret Mayne, set out to "nail" this point when asked whether the British Council might ever become "self-financing". The hammer hit the thumb.
The doughty Ian Pennington has for some months been trying to find out who or what was paying for the courses of some rather well-connected and well-to-do students in the British Council's language school in Tripoli, Libya. He has finally had a reply from the Freedom of Information division of the British Council which includes the following:
"In all of the above cases, the sponsorships' full class fees of 360 Libyan dinars each (approx. £140) were debited to BC Libya's country education budgets, which is funded from "grant funded services", ie. from the funding we receive via our core grant-in-aid from the Foreign and Commonwealth Office, which amounted to a total of £186.2m for the year 2005/6."
So there it is in black and white. The taxpayer is, through the British Council's "grant-in-aid", paying the fees of students at the British Council's language school in Tripoli, and the evidence given to parliament by the British Council Director-General was the opposite of the truth. Will the FCO / Parliament / "Establishment" break with 70 years of precedent and actually do something about this? Or is the British Council immune or exempt by virtue of some sort of parademocratic status? In any case should the rest of us be concerned at this further evidence of the organisation's casual relationship with veracity? We should.
· These "sponsorships" are "to build mutually beneficial relationships" with Libyan government departments or officials. Such gifts (and we can think of another word) to the well-connected are quite incompatible with charitable status, which is bad news for real British charities.
· Taxpayers should not be paying British Council language school students' fees at all, and no publicly-funded organisation that has a "business" is permitted to use its public funding to support its business activities
· The British Council claims to represent us. But who amongst us wishes to be associated with (and pay for) perks for the privileged just because some b.f. imagines this will advance our cause with Moslems? We should distance ourselves from this sort of stuff PDQ.
· The British Council's use of public funding to support "enterprise" (a.k.a. "leveraging" ) distorts the market economy and undermines genuine, legitimate, unsubsidised, tax-paying business.
· This publicly funded "grant-in-aid" (i.e. subsidy, costing the taxpayer over half a million pounds a day) is simply a topping-up operation anyway for an organisation that gets stacks of government contracts, tax privileges at home, tax privileges and other wangles abroad and an open-ended British taxpayers' commitment to their employees' early retirement and index-linked pensions.
It is high time that the British Council's arrogance was checked, and that the organisation was disciplined and properly governed. We who pay for this organisation require a mechanism to establish what it is and what it is for, to control it, to discourage its habit of duplicity, to bring its actual values closer to those to which it lays claim, and to stop it meddling and money-grubbing where it has no business. And when it loses its grip on normal ethical behaviour as it so frequently does to hold it to account.

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Superior Scaffold hangs a whopper of a job at Seneca Niagara Casino, Niagara Falls, NY
This is a monstor of a job. We promised some photos and since we, at Superior Scaffold, keep our promises – here they are.
It's hard to believe that this all hangs 40 feet ABOVE the entire gaming room floor while people are hustling and bustling about underneath.
They sit above the interior that is the size of 2 full length football fields.
These wings or fingers are 300 and 400 feet long!
What this project entails is getting crews up underneath the ceiling while the casino remains open for business as usual so they can get the new HVAC and mechanicals installed.
The solution came in the form of what is called a multi-point suspended scaffold. It's not only wide, but stable enough to hold equipment, rolling towers, HVAC piping, etc.
These giant work platforms actually hang from chains from the arched trusses at the ceiling. It's netted in so nothing can fall off of the sides and its sturdy enough to support just about anything you can put onto it.
We've done these before (see blog on Hanging bridge platform) but never at this scale.
The ceiling has giant arches which of course curve and give different elevations along that curve. So the challenge for our crews was to get the lengths of chains correct over the entire spans of this platform while they were assembling them to keep the platform perfectly level.
The segments had to hang at different elevations from the trusses to accommodate the particular ducting and venting going on up there. Some lengths would be 20 feet while others would be 10 and so forth. But once our guys go the proper lengths in place the platform was installed, level and sturdy.
Here is a video so you can see in real time what these platforms look like.
There aren't many comapanies that can or will undertake an immense job like this. Our star estimator, Anthony Pini, made it his personal mission to come up with solutions to solve this engineering problem – and his team succeeded without incident.
The new HVAC and mechanicals are installed and everyone at the Seneca Niagara Casini can literally breathe easier!
Call Superior Scaffold today at (215) 743-2200 for solutions to your unique scaffolding project. Ask for Tom Cruise, AKA Tony Pini.
How to have a positive experience with a setback – Porch brackets at 1900 Rittenhouse, Philadelphia
It's time to pay tribute to the outsiders in our company. Yes, it's the swing department. In fact, I hate to admit this but they came up with that very clever headline. I wish I could take credit for it but I can't.
Is our swing department the "bad boys" of the company? You tell me? In their spare time all they do is race cars (fast cars) build hot rods, snowmobile through the frozen tundra (very fast) talk about driving fast, and taking chances. Have you detected a theme here? All except for the one VW building hippy who just likes to putter around at 50 brake horsepower thinking he's going really fast… But then again, he's got the pop-up camper lid and big screen TV in case he wants to take a nap. He's the exception. (Also the one who came up with the headline – not to name names) He actually said, "Some might think that in this day and age of airbags and crumple zones driving a vintage VW bus is kind of living on the edge." He's a rebel..
I just thought about it for a second – and maybe I'm bestowing too much onto their "bad boy" image. It seems to me that the regular scaffold guys are just as loony. I mean, you would have to be to climb around on the outside of buildings held on only by a harness and your brute strength. At lest the boys in the swing department have a (sort of) cage to protect them AND motors to elevate them up and down whereas the scaffolding men have to climb up and down under their own power. Hmmmm.
I guess this debate could rage on for pages. Can we at least agree on one thing? No matter what reputation our guys have off the job – they do some pretty incredible work and they won't take chances with safety.
Which brings us to the actual job.
I posted this because this isn't something you see everyday. While doing facade restoration and window replacement at the high rise at 1900 Rittenhouse Square – our guys at Superior Scaffold used 3 foot and 6 foot porch brackets to allow contractors access to the setback facade of the building without having to reach out dangerously or make additional drops in work cages.
What are porch brackets, you ask? They are those unique pieces that so handily clip right into the Altrex staging that fill the gaps. In the photo above you can see one single 3 foot section on the left and two (3' sections side-by-side) to make the 6' section. They not only save time and money but also make it much safer for crews while working on buildings with setbacks and bump outs.
This 50' section of staging spans the entire façade and fits perfectly on either side of the window balconies. The porch brackets allow workers direct access to the façade in one sweep. This superior scaffold is also rigged with the Bisomac 210 hoist for super strength and reliability. We can give a shout out to our supplier BeeAccees who provides us with all of these cool items. This just goes to show how versatile accessories like porch brackets can be when planning out a restoration project.
In this photo you can see the guys working on the windows actually standing on the porch brackets. Without them it would be an infinitely harder job and certainly more time consuming.
So, as the debate rages on – swing department = "bad boys" or not – we can be assured that the crews of this job at 1900 Rittenhouse had a positive experience with a few setbacks!
A bit of history on 1900 Rittenhouse: 1900 Rittenhouse Square Apartments is a historic high-rise building on Rittenhouse Square in downtown Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. It was built 1923–1926. The 58-meter-tall, 18-story building has been converted to condominiums.
If you need a positive experience with a few setbacks call Superior Scaffold today – (215) 743-2200.
Triple the action for Superior Scaffold at the Old Dublin Pike Bridge in Doylestown, PA.
The stone arch bridge was originally constructed back in 1875 and then rehabbed in 1947. So it was time for a reconditioning – seems that this old bridge still has over 5,000 cars travel over her every day in Doylestown, PA. Crews needed a way to support the structure and to get into the arches to repair the stones and masonry while keeping the road open above.
This was the challenge for Superior Scaffold.
First order of business was diverting the river through two of the arches so one could be fairly dry while the scaffolding was erected. Then, once that was built, the water had to be diverted again so the second, and then third arch could be constructed.
The next challenge was how to best shore up the arches so work could be completed but also support enough weight for heavy machinery traveling the road over head. Superior engineer Bob Robinson decided on 20k scaffold frames to hold up the shoring beams and wood supports. It allowed the road to remain open for business while construction crews completed the work below.
It's a unique way to solve the problem and keep a major thoroughfare open.
The job went off without a hitch and the mighty river is flowing once again and cars are happily traveling over the old bridge in Buck County.
Call Superior Scaffold at 215 743-2200 or go to http://www.superiorscaffold.com for all of your scaffolding and shoring needs.
Superior Scaffold and the historical Bausman Memorial United Church of Christ
This neat old church at 1064 Penn Ave, in Wyomissing, PA, that began its life in 1909, needed some repairs to the high vaulted plaster ceilings – so they called Superior Scaffold.
Superior is known for its skill working with historical buildings and the care it takes around one of a kind artifacts and structures. This was no different. We had to construct some cool system scaffolding up, over and around pews, alters, and priceless objects at Bausman Memorial United Church of Christ
The ceiling was divided into sections with flying buttresses, so the layout had to be spot on accurate.
We used system scaffold with joists and plank to not only get to the hard to reach places but to also build a solid platform or dancefloor for the workers.
The steep, sloped, plaster ceilings had new sheetrock added over the old plaster, and then they were textured and painted.
This gave the old girl the dress up she needed for the next 100 years.
We were proud to bring our skills and experience working with historic buildings to Bausman Memorial United Church of Chris.
Here are some articles detailing Superior Scaffold's work with historic buildings:
A little history on this church.
Bausman Memorial United Church of Christ is part of a denomination which is a merger of the Evangelical and Reformed Church and the General Council of the Congregational Christian Churches of the United States.
Construction of a small church began in 1909 and it was dedicated in 1911. As the congregation grew, members decided to complete the church building with an addition begun in 1922. The completed building was dedicated in 1924.
1064 Penn Ave Wyomissing, PA 19610
(610) 375-9790
Bausman Memorial United Church of Christ is a church of diverse learners seeking answers to life's questions based on the teachings of Christ. We nurture each other with respect, share with each other as family, and engage God and others in worship, music, study and in service. Every Sunday we offer Church School programs for all ages at 9:00 a.m. and gather for worship at 10:15 a.m.
Philadelphia Inquirer reports Superior Scaffold to erect Canopy at Amtrak's 30th St. Station
Superior Scaffold will provide 10-foot-high canopies around the gigantic 30th Street Station. This is no small feat. (Look at the photos) In fact, this is Amtrak's 3rd largest station – it's huge.
The renovation will take several years to complete at a cost of $60 milliion. The scaffolding will be erected to not only protect pedestrians but allow business as usual during a planned restoration of the limestone facade of the 80-year-old neo-classical building.
The Philadelphia Inquirer (philly.com) reported the story Aug 17, 2013 and quoted our very own man about town, Pat McAndrew (of the naked, fighting McAndrew clan) who had this to say, "the canopies – posts with "debris panels" on top – will be installed atop concrete barriers along the Market and Arch Street sidewalks and at the east and west entrances to the station. The station will remain "totally accessible" to pedestrians during the work."
Well put Pat.
The $2 million canopy installation will start in a few weeks and is expected to be completed by the end of September.
The 30th Street Station is the main railroad station in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, and one of the seven stations in SEPTA's Center City fare zone. It is also a major stop on Amtrak's Northeast and Keystone Corridors. It sits at 93 N. 30th St. & Market St. Philadelphia PA 19104 (215) 580-6500.Here's a link to the philly.com article.
And some cool information:
Great photos of the 30th Street Station
Superior Scaffold to provide scaffolding support for Philadelphia Energy Solutions turnaround at old Sunoco refinery.
Superior Scaffold has entered into a deal with Philadelphia Energy Solutions (PES), to provide scaffolding support for a turnaround at their large Philadelphia plant. This is the Point Breeze refining complex – which is the old Sunoco plant in South Philly.
Philadelphia Energy Solutions (PES) is the longest continuously operating refinery on the East Coast, processing 330,000 barrels of crude oil per day into various refined products.
Superior will provide all of the necessary scaffolding support during this shutdown. "Our guys are currently working with PES planning and organizing the massive turnaround so everything goes smoothly," said Lou Collins, Superior Scaffold estimator. "We anticipate about a 12 week pre-to-post timeframe to complete this job."
For those who don't know, a turnaround at a refinery is a planned, periodic shut down (total or partial) of a refinery plant or unit to perform maintenance, repair and overhaul operations and to inspect, test and replace process materials and equipment.
Superior will be working with the exchangers, drums, towers, internal reactors and Re-gen and much more all around the complex.
We are proud to bring our 50 years plus of refinery experience to one of Philadelphia's finest companies. And will keep you posted as we move through this turnaround process.
For all of your industrial scaffolding needs call Lou Collins @ 215 279-8123 or email@example.com.
Univeristy of Pennsylvania Museum of Archaeology and Anthropology completes phase 2 of $15 Million renovation
The University of Pennsylvania Museum of Archaeology and Anthropology |
at 3260 South Street | Philadelphia, PA 19104 | (215) 898-4000 has just completed
phase 2 of it's extensive rennovations.
Widener Lecture Hall now looks like this after a complete restoration – thanks to the many craftsman and companies that took part – including us – Superior Scaffold.
The completion of the Widener Lecture Hall marks the end of the second phase of the Penn Museum of Archeology and Anthropology's $15 million renovations of its west wing, which began in 2010.
This is what it looked like when Superior was brought in to provide scaffolding support so crews could get to the arched ceiling for mechanicals, electric, HVAC, sprinklers, and more. The challenge was to get workers to the hard to reach areas while allowing the ground below to remain open for access.
Superior used system scaffold towers connected with trusses up top to free up space for other trades below. Everything was decked in high above the ground to make a safe working platform.
The new space got air conditioning for the first time in its history, as well as new windows, lighting, and a state of the art audio visual system.
Built originally as a lecture hall in 1899, Widener Lecture Hall has most recently been used for woodshop exhibitions.
The first phase of the renovations of the west wing of the Museum was the renovation of the second and third floor galleries.
Following the completion of the Widener Lecture Hall, the third phase of the project will be the renovation of the conservation labs and teaching labs, which are on the first floor of the building.
For more information check out these sites:
For all of your scaffold / scaffolding needs call Superior Scaffold (215) 743-2200
Changing ceiling tiles is MMM MMM good at Campbell's Soup Headquarters.
This is one of those, once in a lifetime, cool jobs that you just have to brag about. Superior Scaffold was called out to the Campbell's Soup Worldwide Headquarters in Camden, NJ to rig a special scaffolding in the boardroom.
This is the same boardroom where one of the original Andy Warhol Campbell Soup Can paintings lives.
And even cooler was the job. We had to come up with system to allow crews to change the ceiling tiles over the handmade wood table that resides in the boardroom. Sounds simple, right? Not really. The table is 8 feet wide by 30 feet long and could not be moved. It was hand picked by the Dorrance family (heir to the Campbell fortune) and cost over $100,000.
Needless to say, they needed a company with a history of preserving priceless artifacts to erect scaffolding around this table without causing any damage.
The table was first protected with poly, then foam, and then plywood as a precaution.
Superior built scaffold over and around the table using 2 foot wide X 34' long towers on either side and then connected them with 10' trusses. This made a solid platform. "Then we decked it in solid – so the crews would have a nice safe place to work," said Superior estimator, Pat McAndrew.
They decided to install long life light bulbs while they were up there.
The job came off without a hitch and the Warhol is back presiding over the elegant table (with new lighting and ceiling tiles in place).
And just for fun – I couldn't resist:
Nothing's easy – The Road from Israel to South St. Philly for the famous LOD Mosaic
On January 26th, Superior Scaffold was proud to help bring to the East Coast one of the most incredible Roman Mosaics ever unearthed. The challenge to get them inside the University of Pennsylvania Museum of Archaeology and Anthropology was something of an engineering marvel taking scaffolding teams, crane operators, art curators, engineers, and scores of people.
But first… A real-life "Cover up".
In 1996, workmen constructing a new highway in Lod, Israel (near modern-day Tel Aviv), made a shocking discovery: a 1,700 year old Roman mosaic under the surface of the road. At that time, the Israel Antiquities Authority conducted a rescue excavation that revealed a full series of mosaic floors, measuring roughly 50 feet long by 27 feet wide. Conservators provided preliminary treatment of the mosaics, but they were then reburied until funding could be secured for the full scientific excavation and conservation. In 2009, excavators unearthed the Lod Mosaic once again. The mosaics were then separated into panels and rolled away from the earth. Today, they remain in near perfect condition. Three of these panels are on display in Unearthing a Masterpiece.
This piece is very unique because it lacks human figures. It was likely commissioned by a high-standing Roman official for his private home. Alluding to gladiatorial games, the mosaic panels depict scenes of hunting, trading, and marine life.
And because these tiles date back to 300 CE and are some of the most complete, well-preserved, and largest Roman mosaics ever found, everyone involved wanted to keep them that way. So the call went out to Superior Scaffold to help get them into the building. Piece of cake, right? Wrong. Follow the photos below to see just what was involved. Now, we were just one cog in a very important machine. But our piece was of utmost importance.
These tiles were so large that they had to be placed into 7 gigantic wooden crates and shipped to Philadelphia. And on the morning of January 26, 2013 two large box trucks arrived and blocked South Street in front of the Museum.
The biggest challenge on this job, that required weeks of careful planning, was that these crates couldn't just be waltzed through the loading dock and up to the third floor where they were going to be displayed. They were way too big and heavy to fit.
They had to be hoisted by a 100 foot crane up off of South Street and deposited onto a giant 16' tall platform that Superior built over the main stairs and Warden Garden Coy pond that straddled two giant sliding wooden doors accessing the grand staircase on the third floor into the Pepper Gallery. Wow, that was a mouthful. But seriously, look at the photos. Superior's platform allowed the giant crates to be maneuvered directly inside to the display area where curators could uncrate the masterpiece and put it together for display.
Sitting on top of the system scaffold, Superior used 9' aluminum stringers crossed with solid plank and then topped with plywood.
Then entire unloading process took approximately 6 hours. Of course, our part started long before the trucks arrived and lasted well after the crates were unpacked.
Here is a sort of chronological assembly, if you will (from Superior Scaffold's POV)
In the end, the Museum safely unloaded, unpacked, and assembled the Mosiac in time for their ribbon cutting ceremony on February 10, 2013 to start the exhibit (Unearthing a Masterpiece: A Roman Mosiac from LOD, Israel) which runs for a limited time.
Estimator Pat McAndrew not only oversaw the installation but also attended the opening where he took these photos of the famous Mosaic.
Superior will be back out assembling the same scaffolding in May when the exhibit is packed up again and shipped to the Louvre in Paris. After a short time there, it will make the trip to Israel and it's final resting place in a specially built museum. So see it while you can
And a shout out to Bob Thurlow in charge of Traveling Exhibits at Penn Museum for some of the great photos of the crates going in.
If you would like more information about the unearthing of the LOD Mosaic click here.
Going off the deep end with scaffolding…
The Princeton Medical Center at Plainsboro, NJ is adding on to their illustrious hospital with two new rehabilitation pools. The crews needed to get access to the ceiling to do some repairs and additions. Well, with swimming pools spanning the entire room it makes it a bit difficult to reach up that high.
So they called Pat McAndrew at Superior Scaffold and said, "Help." Since they had spent most of their budget on these incredible pools they were looking for a low cost alternative to just scaffolding the entire pools all the way up to the ceiling. They also wanted to use Baker/Painter scaffolds to roll from one end of the pool area ceiling to another.
So, they creatively devised a plan that would put an 8' scaffolding tower down into the center of the large pool from the 3' shallow end down to the 9' deep end. They used 8' horizontal trusses at deck height and then ran aluminum joists from side walls to trusses at 16" centers. The entire thing was then topped off with a deck of ¾" plywood. This would allow the baker scaffold to roll freely around the entire room while allowing crews to reach to the ceiling. You can see just how wide and deep this room is.
Now, the small pool was a bit different. They rested aluminum joists on the concrete side walls at 16" centers and then topped that off with plywood. Since it was only 18' in diameter the aluminum joists would be able to support all of the weight put upon them.
Bingo, bango, bongo… another Superior solution and satisfied customer. Superior specializes in creative solutions for scaffolding problems. Call 215 743-2200 to see what Superior can do for you.


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The Movie Guessing Game
By Celia Hayes
This was an amusement thought up by the Queen of the Red Hats group – which is not officially a Red Hats' group, but is really just a group of ladies of a certain age, who call themselves the Cherry Bonnets, and think of themselves as holding up the friendly, slightly exhibitionistic, somewhat anarchic social end of what the Red Hatters used to be. We put on red hats and purple shirts (in my daughter's case, since she is well under the cut-off age of 50, a pink hat and a lavender shirt) and meet once a month for dinner, a themed gift exchange and lively conversation at a chosen restaurant . . . this differentiates us from the Shiners and similarly long-term male organizations, in that we do it for the pure fun. And in my case, to get me out from behind a computer keyboard on the third Tuesday of every month.
Again, like the home-brewing and cheese-making thing, this was my daughter's idea. She insisted that I needed a real-time, meat-space social life, so a couple of years ago, we happened to be out for dinner at a Cajun restaurant in the Forum at Olympia Parkway (alas, long gone – I think Panera Bread moved into the space, although the food is just as good, either way) and the Cherry Bonnets happened to be having one of their do's . . . or affairs, as they call them in the old-fashioned and purely social sense. So, we've been toddling out to a monthly dinner ever since, and having a moderately good time, and getting home in time to watch mid-to-late evening television. Party-animals until the wee hours, the ladies are not. But we still manage to have a good time.
A couple of dinners ago, the Queen of our group suggested that for our most recent event, we should bring a movie-based gift basket for the obligatory exchange; popcorn and movie candy – and at least four clues to a specific movie. The fun of that would be in guessing exactly which movie was meant: anything would be within play, although something over forty years old and/or thunderingly obscure would not be any fun at all. We had about three months to think about this, and for my daughter and I to collect the various clue items from our various sources, mostly yard sales, the retail severely-marked-down-shelves and/or the Dollar Store . . .
And it was a blast, although no one guessed the Queen's chosen move. She provided a bag containing a zip-lock bag of fresh apples, a print-out of a picture by Leonardo da Vinci, a package of a set of fairy wings, and a little plastic princess tiara. And no one guessed "Ever After" – that re-rendering of Cinderella, where Drew Barrymore threw apples after the Prince, was helped by Leonardo to appear at the ball in a costume of wings, and become a princess . . .
Mine and my daughter's movie clues are pictured: Guess?


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Obituary: Bill Banks, 38, New Canaan native
William James "Bill"Banks, 38, of St. Petersburg, Fla., died Saturday, April 27, 2013. Born in New Canaan, he graduated from Stetson College of Law in 2001 and practiced law for over 10 years in the St. Petersburg area.
He was a member of the Association of Corporate Counsel and Florida Lawyers Assistance Inc.
He was preceded in death by his father, Robert S. Banks.
He is survived by his wife, Diana; step daughter, Ashleigh Dasilva; mother, Judith Banks; siblings, Robert, Paul, Stephen, Roger, Gregory, Cathy and Teri.
A service will be held at 2 p.m. on Wednesday, May 8, at Anderson McQueen, 2201 Dr. Martin Luther King St. N.
In lieu of flowers, donations may be made in his name to Suncoast Hospice. Visit the family's personalized online Guestbook at AndersonMcQueen.com
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The Unbearable Lightness of Helium
We are letting go of all our helium. This is no joke. As we satisfy our mylar bellies' hunger for maximum buoyancy, helium escapes from our planet at a rate much faster than the Earth can replenish it, and the US, holding 75% of the world's supply, happens to be selling it off at bargain-basement prices [dailymail.co.uk]. We're set to fully run out of helium around the year 2035.
But some of my favorite comedians — the ones with more than trace elements of intelligence — love to make light of it.
Last night, The Daily Show ran a special report on the looming helium gas-hole. But Brian Malow (the Science Comedian . . . "dot com!") beat both The Daily Mail and The Daily Show to the punchline back in 2009, in this nerdtastic Ignite talk at the Web 2.0 Expo in SF [laughingsquid.com]:
Helium is a nonrenewable, finite resource, yet it's a crucial and insubstitutable element in technologies where its uniquely low boiling point is necessary for cooling, such as in MRI scanners and in the manufacture of liquid crystal displays. Why are we so frivolously letting go of helium?
Well, basically, because we can… and because people are unaware that we shouldn't be able to. Prices have been driven up, scarcity can definitely be felt, but public understanding of the fact that helium, once consumed, can never be retrieved and won't be replaced, is not exactly at the forefront of environmental education.
"We have to be thinking of these things," said Lee Sobotka, a chemistry and physics professor at Washington University. "Up to now, the issue often hasn't risen to the level that it's important. It's a problem for the next generation of scientists. But it's incumbent upon us to have a vision, and tell it like it is a resource that is more strictly nonrenewable than either oil or gas."
This is not to say that guilt would stimulate conservation. As this party balloon seller remarked in 2008 [herald-review.com], following a huge price surge in helium gas,
"Sometimes customers are a little surprised by the price, but it doesn't prevent them from wanting a fun arrangement," he said. "It's sort of like price increases with things like gasoline or bread, or milk. People don't stop buying them."
For the consumer, helium was already an occasional luxury. Now it's simply a more expensive occasional luxury. It will likely take prices even the rich consider ludicrous to deter consumer-market depletion of helium, which is not likely to happen without tight regulation of the supply.
Et Tu, Boyfriend?
Testing the theory that girls love a bad boy, my partner Josh fritters away our dwindling helium reserves by sending weather balloons up to near-space to take pictures and send back GPS and other sensory data via ham radio. He filed this post on his blog about the third in a series of missions dubbed "Bacchus" under thank god my girlfriend thinks this is sexy. Hmm.


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Recorded Future organizes open source information for analysis. Whether you're conducting intelligence research, competing in business, or monitoring the horizon for situational awareness, the web is loaded with valuable predictive signals. Our goal is to help analysts across many industries make sense of the overwhelming information available on the web.
This talk will describe the ideas behind Recorded Future's web intelligence machine. We will describe the overall purpose of the system and its high level architecture, but focus on key challenges in natural language processing and analytics, and how we address them.
For more information see www.recordedfuture.com
Staffan Truvé is Chief Technology Officer and co-founder of Recorded Future (www.recordedfuture.com). Staffan has spent the last 20 years working in the borderland between research and industry, creating new companies based on cutting-edge research results. He helped launch more than 15 companies, including Spotfire, Appgate, Axiomatics, Peerialism, Makewave, Enmesh, and Recorded Future.
From 2005 to 2009, he was CEO of the Swedish Institute of Computer Science (SICS) and Interactive Institute.
Staffan holds a PhD in Computer Science from Chalmers University of Technology and an MBA from Gothenburg University. He has been a Fulbright Visiting Scholar at MIT and is a member of the Royal Swedish Academy of Engineering Sciences.
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After five seasons on Bates Motel, it will definitely be hard to not see Freddie Highmore as Norman Bates but he is working on changing that with his new show, The Good Doctor. If you notice, the show was created by the same creator of House, David Shore. Will another eccentric doctor show last?
Synopsis: The president of San Jose St. Bonaventure Hospital pleads his case to the reluctant board of directors to allow a young doctor with savant syndrome and autism onto their surgical staff. (IMDB)
Writer: David Shore
Director: Seth Gordon
Rating: TV-14
Running Time: 41mins
To those wondering the difference between Dr. Shawn Murphy (Highmore) and House, this is addressed right away. Murphy is autistic and lives a very regimented life. The episode starts off with him getting ready and leaving to work in his new position as a surgeon for the San Jose St. Bonaventure Hospital.
During this time we get to experience how he perceives the world. It is full of people and he is just a small part of it. He mostly kept to himself until an accident involving a young boy forces him into action. This was just the start of what will probably be a recurring theme. People don't take him seriously because of his condition but he just ends up proving them wrong. This happened a few times in the episode with this incident being the first. Murphy helped the boy the breathe in an ingenious way before he rode with him and his family to the hospital where he was set to work.
Meanwhile, a mentor to Murphy and the President of the hospital, Dr. Aaron Glassman (Richard Schiff), pleaded his case to the hospital board to hire him. Unfortunately for him, they could not see past Murphy's condition and thought that it would be more of a liability. Glassman strongly believed in Murphy since they have known each other since Murphy was 14. Throughout the episode, we got a series of flashbacks of Murphy's past that were standard fare. Murphy had a troubled childhood due to his condition. He was bullied and his parents couldn't handle him so he and his older brother Steve (Dylan Kingwell) left.
Besides Murphy, there were a few other subplots (office romances and such) going on in the hospital but it is a little unclear how they'll all fit together as they were more distracting here. Dr. Neil Melendez (Nicholas Gonzalez) was the attending surgeon who seemed arrogant and to not like being challenged so he's going to fit perfectly with Murphy potentially.
When no one took him seriously and/or felt like things were going nowhere, Murphy would have outbursts which often got him in trouble. Once the boy he saved arrived at the hospital, Murphy believed that he was still in danger but the surgeons did not take him seriously and this latest outburst led him to be barred from the hospital. It was fun to see him try and fail to get back in. They eventually listened to Murphy and they saved the boy's life. Meanwhile, Glassman continued to make the case for Murphy. Glassman believed that his hiring would mean giving hope to the less fortunate. After the board voted against his hiring, they learned about Murphy saving the boy in a YouTube video.
The board reconvened after the video and Glassman decided to tie his fate to Murphy. When asked about why he wanted to be a surgeon, after a pause, we got one last flashback where he lost his brother and then made a passionate plea about the people he couldn't save. He wanted to be a surgeon so he can save people. That speech was enough to be officially hired.
The episode ended with Murphy joining Melendez's team for surgery where Melendez laid down the law when it came to his position on the team and Murphy called him out for being arrogant.
Overall, this was a good start to what could be a promising series. While the comparisons to House may be unfair, the writing coupled with Highmore's performance create a compelling, complex character who is easy to root for and stands on his own. Its depiction of autism was from a position of hope in that is not a weakness and one need not be defined by it. The jury is still out on the other characters, however, Highmore is definitely worth the price of admission so far.
Score: 8/10
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Jan 14, 2015 – Pictures: African Most Expensive Footballer Wilfried Bony Signs £28m With Manchester City
African Highest Paid Footballer Of 2015 Wilfried Bony Signs £28m With Man City
Ivorian Striker, Wilfried Bony has made history as the most expensive soccer player in Africa after signing a whopping £28m with Manchester City Football club.
The Swansea City/Ivory Coast striker just signed the 4.5-year deal with Man City at the Etihad Stadium.
He has been assigned shirt number 14.
Wilfried Bony is currently playing with Ivory Coast at AFCON 2015. He's likely to wait till mid-February before joining Man City.
According to BBC Sports, with this new deal, Wilfried Bony has become Africa's most expensive footballer of all times.


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Elephant Ivory Sale Denied by CITES
CITES has decided to keep ivory where it belongs: on the elephant. Image credit: I Love Trees/Flickr
112 tonnes of stockpiled ivory will stay off the international market following a decision not to allow a one-time sale by the Convention on International Trade in Endangered Species (CITES). Both Tanzania and Zambia had petitioned for special permission to hold the sale.
The two countries also asked that their elephants be moved from the strictly controlled Appendix I classification to the somewhat less stringent Appendix II.While many countries argue that ivory auctions help African governments raise the funds they need to maintain elephant conservation programs, this latest proposal was strongly opposed by scientists and the majority of other elephant-range nations. Will Travers, CEO of the Born Free Foundation, explained:
The Parties have made it quite clear that there should be no trade in elephant ivory...any legal trade in elephant ivory incentivizes elephant poaching and illegal ivory sales. Intelligent elephant management dictates that the species be protected from trade in tusks. It's just that simple.
Ivory sales, though not without precedent, pose many other problems as well. In addition to fueling global demand for ivory—both legal and illegal—auctions flood the market with legal ivory, making it easier to sell the essentially identical products of poaching.
Since the last legal auction was held in 2008, conservationists report that instances of poaching and illegal trafficking have increased at a startling rate.
Image credit: wwarby/Flickr
Making Sense of the Appendices
In both Tanzania and Zambia, elephants are protected under CITES Appendix I, which prohibits the trade of wild-caught specimens completely.
Under Appendix II, specimens can be exported, but such trade is restricted by a tightly-controlled permitting process. While Appendix I classification is reserved for plants and animals under considerable threat of extinction, Appendix II classification is extended to more than 32,000 species that are not necessarily threatened but could easily become so.
Some species, like the African elephant, are split-listed: classified as Appendix I species in some countries, Appendix II in others.
The Request for Downlisting
Perhaps sensing the strong opposition to another ivory auction, both Tanzania and Zambia attempted to separate that proposal from their request to downlist elephants. Zambia withdrew its proposal for an ivory auction early in the meeting, while Tanzania split its request into two different agenda items.
In spite of these efforts, the countries failed to get the two-thirds majority they needed to downlist their elephants.
Though data was presented showing elephant populations in Tanzania and Zambia were increasing, even stabilizing, these numbers were widely contested by conservationists. Furthermore, forensic analysis indicates that much of the more than 20 tonnes of illegal elephant ivory seized in 2009 originated in Tanzania.
Downlisting would have sent a horrible message to poachers and criminal syndicates Africa...I am relieved that Zambia's revised proposal did not succeed, and this view is shared by the majority of African elephant range states.
Still, around the world, demand for ivory continues to grow and in Africa, poaching is more prevalent than ever. Central Africa, in particular, the situation is, as WWF described it, "grim"—with heavily armed poachers taking dozens of elephants every year.
While this latest CITES ruling is a small victory for elephant conservation in Africa, the fight to preserve this iconic species is long from over.
Read more about elephants:
Scientists Protest Proposed Ivory Auction
Illegal Ivory Trade on the Rise as Organized Crime Syndicates in Africa, Asia Grow in Strength
CSI Wildlife: DNA Forensics Used to Prevent Elephant Poaching


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Deborah Groban Olson *
Attorney at Law
* admitted to practice MI, IL, WI, AR1021 Nottingham Road Grosse Pointe Park, Michigan 48230 Telephone (313) 331 7821 Fax (313) 331 2567 E-Mail firstname.lastname@example.com Website www.esoplaw.com
"Fair Exchange"
Use government's buying power to:
• anchor productive capital locally,
• treat citizen-investors as owners, &
• make corporations accountable.
Attorney Deborah Groban Olson (www.esoplaw.com)
Executive Director, Capital Ownership Group (COG)
May 16, 2003
Nation-states are losing hegemony to global corporations. This threatens democracy, leading back towards feudalism. Fair Exchange is a proposal to use governments' considerable power as a corporate customer to wrench back control over our tax money invested in private corporations.
Fair Exchange Investment and Taxpayer Protection Act (FEITPA) of 2001
Following the September 11, 2001 terrorist acts, many private businesses (most notably the airlines) sought investment from the US government in grant or loan form to handle the damages and increased risks. Many own or operate assets both within and outside the US, while the taxpayers making the loans and loan guarantees are US citizens who may also be harmed by related loss of employment. The government has successfully insisted on 10-30% equity or warrants from each airline receiving bailout assistance under the Air Transportation Safety and System Stabilization Act of 2001, P.L.107-42 Sec.102 (d) ("ATSSSA 2001" or "Airline Bailout Act"). This FEITPA proposal tracks (but expands upon) the language of the Airline Bailout Act. FEITPA would make the airline bailout one-time policy on government investment in private business a general policy for all such investments. FEITPA proposes the US Congress create a Federal Equity Exchange Board (FEEB) and require that in exchange for government grants, loans and loan guarantees, the FEEB shall obtain contracts under which the government, the business' employees and all current US taxpayers would participate in the gain of the participating business through common or preferred stock and instruments such as warrants and stock options (FEESOP). The FEEB's purpose would be to utilize the financing capacity of the federal government to accomplish and balance three goals: 1) to broadly distribute "meaningful ownership" among U.S. citizens in the same way that the Homestead Acts of the 1860's made many citizens landowners; 2) to provide necessary financing to stabilize US businesses and the US economy; and 3) create a second stream of income as jobs become less permanent.
This framework provides citizens appropriate returns on their investment when the government acts quickly to respond to an emergency. It also uses the economic strength of the US government to counterbalance the trend whereby hegemony of global corporations is increasing as that of nation-states is decreasing. The Chrysler Loan Guarantee Act of 1979 is a precedent. The Alaska Permanent Fund is another useful example.
Fair Exchange Proposal - Equity Quid Pro Quo Proposed Legislative Language
This is a more generic version of the above FEITPA proposal. The "Fair Exchange" Proposal (also called "stock or equity quid pro quo") provides an equity return to citizens for specific government benefits provided to businesses. The equity would be used to promote local economic development and local control. It is not a proposal for government ownership of businesses. Rather, it calls for ownership of company stock by a "commonweal agency" that may be organized in a number of ways including: a community land trust, a community economic development fund, or individual accounts for all the local citizens. It may be a non-profit or for-profit entity. The citizen shareholders elect some of its leaders and some are hired by the elected representatives based on business expertise and ability to discern and serve community needs. The intent is to (1) deter government units from competing with each other for corporate location by means that undermine their local economies; (2) build a diverse stock portfolio for every citizen over a generation; (3) create a source of non-wage income and a vote in corporate decision from a diverse citizenry; and (4) create means for the new corporate citizenry to intelligently and collectively exercise their concerns by electing some members of the boards of directors of the funds that hold their stock. Specific language includes:
"In exchange for government benefits granted to a business for providing jobs, or government grant of licenses or permits enabling extraction of natural resources or use of collective resources, such as air and water for business purposes, the business shall provide a quid pro quo at fair market value to the commonweal."
"Commonweal" means private or public entities, and other entities provided they met specific tests of bona fide interest in protecting the long-term economic, social, ecological and/or cultural interests of the local citizens. (The Canadian Labour Venture Funds are examples of Commonweal Agencies.) They should provide the community receiving the benefit with individual accounts to provide citizens with: a) wealth creation for their families; b) the ability to withdraw and use the funds; and c) the ability to vote for the leadership of the trust, and to take action to formulate the policies of the trust.
"Government benefits" means any tax deduction, abatement, grant, government subsidized or guaranteed loan, license (e.g. banking and broadcasting), lease, concession, or contract, preparing and/or providing parcels of land, government contracts, and favorable utility rates, use of non-renewal resources, etc.
"Quid pro quo" means corporate common stock with the greatest voting and dividend rights or preferred stock convertible into such common stock or its equivalent in cash.
For more on these concepts and related proposals check out the following links:
http://capitalownership.org/PapersMay2001/Homestead.htm or http://cog.kent.edu