The FTC is Suing Me…..Rerun

The cat has finally come flying out of the bag. In 2008, someone (and we know exactly who it is) took our file without authorization. We believe it has always been secure and still is. Why do we believe this? Because the people who took it were subsidized by U.S. government agencies.

Since January 2010, the FTC has been sniffing around, wondering if our practices are up to snuff. Notice I say practices and not standards. The Feds have not pointed out any standards! Also, we are quite up to snuff, thanks very much. It’s hard to break a law when there isn’t one. Unfortunately, my MindReader3000 broke just hours before they showed up. Don’t you hate that?

Judging by the FTC’s practices, they seem to have opened their playbook to the page on digging in and driving a good citizen nuts. As houseguests, they are rude, silent, and terrible. Run the other way if you see them in your neighborhood. They hover like a dinner guest who stays for months—the epitome of rude and selfish. Did I mention they are also poor conversationalists? Aside from asking for another helping of whatever they want, the FTC doesn’t say much, but it’s not a pretty picture if you don’t have the steak cooked exactly to their liking. Apparently nothing we’ve served has been to their liking, yet we are positive that we did what they asked.

Are they trying to drive us so nuts that we’ll finally do and say anything necessary to make them leave? They don’t even really have a reason to stick around aside from “just doing their jobs.” Since this administration showed up, it seems like all the government agencies have been “just doing their jobs” in this manner. It’s almost like being cyber-waterboarded.

We’ll never give in! Self-appointed savior of the world or not, the FTC is a rude houseguest, and we won’t make up a lie about our cooking just to get them out. That would be giving them exactly what they want. Why validate such vile behavior from these occupiers?

So, what exactly does one do when big brother is hovering, knocking, poking, not playing nice, and won’t go home? Speaking for myself, I shine a light on how “he” conducts himself and scream from the rooftop to alert the neighbors. Of course, I still mind my manners–go along hoping the growling dog won’t attack or bite. I’ll throw them all the treats they want! We’ve always conducted business in an honest, sincere manner, so there’s nothing to hide. Despite our efforts to get the FTC to laugh and wag its tail, nothing seems to work. Sigh….

This is a LONG story so I am writing a book titled “The Devil Inside the Beltway.” I don’t want to write a book; I HAVE to write a book. There is way too much juicy stuff to cram into a sound bite or two-minute video. A book is a LOT of work. I started in April. Now that the cat is out, I have to finish ASAP, so I am flying to London next week to get it done. Then the editors dig in — developmental, copy, line, and all sorts of prep work prior to launch.

Soooooo…welcome to my website!

As the story unfolds, I will bring to you my experience of just “how they do it;” how our property (a data file with patient information) was taken, how it was presented to the U.S. Congress, how it ended up in the Congressional record without our knowledge or permission, how we were extorted, questioned, investigated, and manipulated. I will tell you how they don’t like it one bit if they have to break a sweat.

Yeah. The bad houseguest sued me last week, so my author page had to turn into a landing page. Spread the word. Turn on the lights. Ask me questions as I unfold the scary and true story of how one fluke after another, combined with an agency of the self-righteous, brought me to this place.

I want to tell you so you know. I want to tell you so it won’t happen to you. I want to tell you so, if it does happen to you, you will know what to do. Trust me, when this happens, dialing 911 or 1-800-LAWYER will not summon Superman. However, we are doing well. Our customers support us 100%. We are going to make it, and I look forward to sharing our story with you.

You won’t have to choose to believe me; most of this is in writing.

Until we meet again,

Mike