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Well, Mr. Larry Boyer, I have invented several novel and un-obvious technologies relevant to the energy sector and the agricultural sector; based on your profile, perhaps you would like to engage with me on an investment level? You can read about my story in Wes Hansen's answer to How would a homeless person spend $100?.I was formerly a highly qualified Mechatronic Development Specialist - although thanks to the FBI I have been unemployed for the last decade and have a very undeserved criminal and “mental health” (delusional disorder they claim) histories. My basic knowledge of ASME and robotic type fitting and welding should still be solid; my basic knowledge of practical electronics and electricity should still be solid; my basic knowledge of practical hydraulics should still be solid but would certainly need updating in more advanced areas; my technical expertise with regards to PLCs and such will certainly need updating; I am now quite competent at mathematics - mathematical logic in particular, see, for instance:Wes Hansen's answer to What can be said about the concept of number, which has not been said before?Wes Hansen's answer to Can Godel's incompleteness theorem also apply to an unsolved conjecture that is totally irrelevant to the self-referential liar paradox?If you would like to engage with me on a professional level with regards to my technologies, then that would require a non-disclosure agreement; other than that, I would just like to see some justice and perhaps gainful employment! For 10 years now I’ve been living in the dumpsters and, quite frankly, I’m sick of it! But it’s really the injustice which gets to me . . .Here’s an edit; it is a comment I have left on Matthew F. Ware's answer to Are some of Mueller's staff about to reveal where Barr has hidden the real story?which I think is relevant to the situation:Yeah, it’s kinda like “asset forfeiture” isn’t it? I was living in a shack in the woods by Bush Intercontinental in Houston, Texas, (see my comment to Brian Cananzey above) back when the whole hooplah about forfeiture came to the fore. The congressman who introduced legislature putting limits on asset forfeiture did so because some little town in East Texas, situated on some main highway in between, I believe, Houston and Shreverport, Louisiana, was financing their whole operation off of a speed trap. The problem was, when a white person got caught in their trap, they would give out a warning or a ticket and an admonishment to “slow down now,” and send them on their way; however, when a black person got caught, they would confiscate the vehicle, all loose cash, all jewelry, and anything else of value - I’m surprised they didn’t take kidneys and livers. Their “logic” was, “Well, they’re black and traveling to Shreveport from Houston so they must be a dope dealer.”Your problem is, you’ve never been caught up in this bullshit; I have! There is no “logic” to the so-called criminal justice system, the entire bedrock is based on your logical fallacy (anecdotal); what do you think legal precedent actually is!?! In spite of the constitution, our set of axioms, the law isn’t some theory deduced from that set - especially on the freaking liberal side! Okay, so let’s talk a bit about obstruction!Here’s my story: Wes Hansen's answer to How would a homeless person spend $100?. No, I’m not online panhandling, just read it!I’ve been eating shit sandwiches for the last 20 years because of Bob Mueller and James Comey - among others. Everything that I describe in that email to Spence happened in a conservative county, Harris, in a conservative state, Texas, under a conservative administration, George Bush. I contacted the ACLU in Houston in 2007; I had an email account with AT&T at the time and contacted some Jewish lady - an attorney. I received one response and never again received a response to my emails. I contacted the Houston Chronicle and Leonard Pitts at the Miami Herald; here’s my email exchange with Pitts:“ MLK5 messagesWes HansenMon, Feb 3, 2014 at 10:17 AMTo: [email protected]. Pitts,I read your column regularly via the Houston Chronicle and have long admired it; you have an eloquent way with words and seem particularly adept at exposing the emperor’s nakedness. On many occasions I have contemplated writing a quick note of respect but have always held back, for whatever reason.Recently I read your column, “On the issue of race in America, conservatives are silent,” and found it rather poignant. With regards to the Martin Luther King, Jr. quote, “We who engage in nonviolent direct action . . . ,” it would seem to me that journalists, especially popular journalists such as yourself, are the ideal agents of nonviolent direct action; “the pen is mightier than the sword.” As such I can’t help but wonder . . .I’m a former U. S. Marine who signed a guaranteed 0300 contract just prior to the first Gulf War; I was young and looking for adventure. In the same issue of the Chronicle that your above referenced column appeared there was a story titled, “Hero: Was sacrifice in Fallujah worth it?” (http://www.houstonchronicle.com/news/houston-texas/houston/article/Fallujah-veteran-questions-sacrifice-5175608.php). The hero in question, Marty Gonzalez, was a 24 year-old Marine sergeant who received three Purple Hearts and two Bronze Stars in the battle for Fallujah. He had nine surgeries to repair a shattered elbow, received a brain injury from a grenade, injured his back, an injury which was exacerbated by subsequent surgeries to the point he requires a wheelchair, and he suffers from PTSD. During the battle for Fallujah, 18 young men from his battalion paid the ultimate.Mr. Gonzalez is upset about the recent situation in Fallujah to the point he became physically ill. This is understandable and I certainly empathize; however, Mr. Gonzalez expresses anger at President Obama for the President’s decision to withdraw from Iraq in the manner in which he did and I feel this anger is grossly misdirected! And of course the Chronicle, being who they are, magnified this expression of anger, or so I feel.If you read the recent book by Stephen Kinzer, “The Brothers” (http://www.nytimes.com/2013/11/10/books/review/the-brothers-by-tephen-kinzer.html?_r=0), it becomes readily apparent that the Dulles brothers conspired with Johnson and, most probably, the Brown brothers, to murder John F. Kennedy. The result of this assassination, hence, their motive, is a matter of historical record: the ascendancy of Johnson to the Presidency; the escalation of the Vietnam conflict based on false premise; the enrichment of Texas and Kill, Burn, and Loot (KBR) from the blood and tax money collected from all other 49 states and re-directed, through Vietnam, to Texas!Fast forward a number of years and you have Darth Vader’s clone, Dick Cheney, as CEO of Halliburton, owner of Kill, Burn, and Loot. A Texan, George Dumbya Bush, becomes President taking Cheney along. In spite of having the most advanced intelligence apparatus in the world, an intelligence apparatus clearly focused on Al Queda, America’s leadership (executive branch and congress) unbelievably (emphasis on unbelievably) fails to comprehend the intent of a dozen Saudi Arabians resulting in 9/11. Capitalizing on the anger generated by 9/11, Cheney and company, under false pretense, a pretense negated by said intelligence apparatus (although I question the motive of said negation), organize the invasion of Iraq. Once again, Texas and Kill, Burn, and Loot get filthy rich (emphasis on filthy) off the blood and tax money from all the other states, this time filtered through Iraq!Human beings evolved to recognize patterns and I question that I’m the only one in existence who sees this pattern. Why does no-one in the popular news media have the courage to point it out? These are the same people responsible for many of the lies and much of the injustice which you rail against Mr. Pitts; perhaps you can find the courage. Feel free to mention my name and link to my blog:(On my blog was a redacted copy of the Credence document referenced in my Quora answer above, which I linked to)“Our lives begin to end,” said King, “the day we become silent about things that matter.”Best regards,Wes HansenPitts, Leonard <[email protected]>Mon, Feb 3, 2014 at 10:18 AMTo: [email protected] received your email. Thank you for writing. I or my assistant will try to get back to you as soon as possible.Please note that we do not open unsolicited attachments, and we do not read or respond to forwarded emails sent to mass-distribution lists, or to invitations sent via Twitter or LinkedIn.Yours Truly,Leonard Pitts, Jr.Author of "Freeman," "Before I Forget" and "Forward From This Moment"Pitts, Leonard <[email protected]>Mon, Feb 10, 2014 at 10:51 AMTo: Wes Hansen <[email protected]>Thanks for taking the time to write, and for your kind words about Mr. Pitts' column. I'll make sure he sees your email.Sincerely --Judi SmithAssistant to Leonard Pitts, Jr.Yeah, okay, so shortly after that (I was homeless in the woods at the time) some hacker working for the Washington Post hacks into my G+ account and leaves a message IN MY BLOG - not in the comments. He tells me he is a hacker working for WP and that someone had already hacked my G+ making it impossible to comment so the reporter he worked for had him hack in and he told me I should read some book - I don’t recall the book and had no way to read said book at that time.Roughly around this same time, I sent a return receipt requested letter to the Texas Innocence Project and it was returned to me unaccepted - I had erected a “mail-box” beside the road passing by my woods. I sent that rejected letter along with a letter of explanation to the National Innocence Project and received a form letter telling me that they didn’t handle cases like mine and that I needed to contact the Texas branch. Thinking that perhaps they had squared things with the Texas branch, I sent a second return receipt requested letter to the Texas branch and it was once again returned unaccepted. The property I was living on was sold and they began tearing out the woods in preparation for development; I road an old bicycle to San Antonio, caught the UP train to El Paso, and took Greyhound to Los Angeles.Upon arrival in L. A. I contacted Sandy Banks and Steve Lopez at the L. A. Times; two weeks later, Sandy Banks, a black woman, took early retirement; here is a copy of that email:“Homeless VeteranWesley HansenWed 7/8/2015 4:06 PMTo: [email protected] <[email protected]>; [email protected] <[email protected]>1 attachments (2 MB)Credence.pdf;Ms. Banks and Mr. Lopez,I’m a homeless veteran living under a bridge crossing the Los Angeles River and I’ve been reading your columns on homelessness recently. I was honorably discharged from the United States Marine Corps in 1994, have 57 credit hours of Community College with a 3.89 GPA, and have been homeless since March of 2009. From 2009 until September of 2014 I lived in the woods near Bush Intercontinental Airport in Houston, Texas, and have been here in Los Angeles since last September.The city of Houston has approached homelessness in much the same way that Los Angeles is doing now. The first thing they did was remove all of the water spigots from the public parks; then, they placed stainless steel locking mechanisms on all of the fire hydrants; concurrently, they passed a city ordinance making it illegal to solicit on city streets and roadways and making it illegal for organizations to feed the homeless anywhere within city limits. And compared to Los Angeles housing in Houston is highly affordable if not cheap.Here’s the thing about politicians and business owners here in America: they like to think they can have their cake and eat it too, a logical absurdity. I survive by sifting through other people’s trash and I occasionally find newspapers, magazines, and even books that I like to read. At one point during this last recession, I came across a Wall Street Journal, Special Edition, which was celebrating the positive effect trust-fund children were having on the upscale housing market; this at a time when the general housing market was in the tank. They featured several stories about trust fund babies including a story about two young girls, one 19 years the other 21, whose father had given them each a $90 million trust fund. Each of these girls owned homes, each priced in the tens of millions, in different cities around the world, New York, Los Angeles, London, Paris, etc. The youngest girl, her husband, and their four dogs spent part of the year living in the 60,000 square foot “Spelling” mansion here in Los Angeles; this is the size of a Mid-Western shopping mall and their master suite is over 4,000 square feet, larger than most duplexes housing two families of the working poor. This was being celebrated by the Wall Street Journal; it was presented as something to be envious of.A year or so after reading the Special Edition of the Journal, I found a Houston Chronicle carrying a full page story, with a lead in on the front page, of Martha Turner’s sale of an equity stake in her company, Turner Properties, to Sotheby’s International. The Houston Chronicle was celebrating the idea that the arrival of Sotheby’s International elevated them to the same lofty echelon as San Francisco, Los Angeles, New York, Miami, London, and Paris. In that very same issue of the Chronicle, in the City and State section, was an article about the city-wide ordinance prohibiting solicitation on roadways becoming county-wide. Apparently, the city ordinance forced the panhandlers out to the suburbs and now the leaders, in their infinite wisdom, thought they’d use the same tactic to chase them clean out of the county; after all, you can’t have homeless people in the same proximity as Sotheby’s International. Never mind the fact that you could house all of the homeless in Harris County, Texas, in two or three of the average sized, “single family” homes listed by Sotheby’s.So now I’m here in Los Angeles and I find the most wonderful Special Edition of Forbes magazine. It features the “alpha activist,” Bill Ackman on the front cover and features a story about Ackman’s Howard Hughes Corporation. Allow me an extended quote:[. . .] “But despite his rococo extravagances, Howard Hughes was a master businessman, particularly skilled in the art of avoiding taxes. In his memoir, Hughes’ accountant Noah Dietrich claims Hughes paid only about $20,000 in income taxes a year. Indeed Howard Hughes Corp.’s circuitous journey into Bill Ackman’s portfolio began as a tax scheme. In the 1930s the IRS levied a 37.5% penalty tax on unnecessary accumulated surpluses. Hughes operations never paid dividends, so Dietrich began plowing profits into undeveloped land. That’s how subsidiary Hughes Aircraft came to own the 25,000 acres of land adjacent to the Las Vegas Strip, now called Summerlin in honor of Hughes’ grandmother Jean Amelia Summerlin.In 1972 Hughes put his Vegas real estate into Summa Corp., which finally began developing Summerlin in the 1990s. Summa sold to mall developer Rouse in 1996, and in 2004 General Growth bought Rouse for $12.6 billion. During General Growth’s bankruptcy, Ackman carved out a trove of unwanted assets plus the Howard Hughes name.Fittingly, Howard Hughes Corp. still retains about $250 million in crises-related tax-loss carryforwards today, so it currently pays no taxes. Eventually Ackman may turn Howard Hughes into a REIT, dodging still more taxes. Hughes himself couldn’t have done better.” [. . .]- Forbes Magazine, the 2015 Global 2000 Issue, pg. 89Now, if Steve Forbes were to read this email, he would probably say I was just some liberal, communist agitator who doesn’t understand the benefits of capitalist principles; he would probably throw a couple of Ludwig Von Mises quotes at me as a counter-argument; and he would probably try to put me out of mind as quickly as conveniently possible. But I am not a communist agitator and I do understand the apparent benefits of a “self-organizing” economic system. All I am stating, to the politicians and business leaders, is this: you can’t celebrate these extravagant excesses, which our society does on a daily basis, without also celebrating the fact that there are multitudes of homeless people roaming OUR cities, sleeping in tents on OUR sidewalks, shitting in OUR gutters, panhandling along OUR roadways, and sifting recyclables out of OUR trash receptacles; you can’t have your cake and eat it too, it’s a logical absurdity.As for me, all I need to get off the street is for the F.B.I., the Office of the U.S. Inspector General, or some branch of law enforcement to simply do their job. I have attached a 20 page document, with lots of pictures, called, “Credence: A Tale of Corruption,” which summarizes my story. Every level of law enforcement, city, county, state, and federal, knows my story and they have consistently done absolutely nothing.With regards,Wes Hansen”Here’s a copy of the email I sent to Anthony Kelley, a former Marine who works with the L. A. County Sheriff’s department and who was put in my life by the social worker at the VA clinic on Temple St.:“HelloFromWesHansen/SemperFi4 messagesWes HansenSat, Sep 24, 2016 at 4:21 PMTo: [email protected]. Kelley,I spoke to you and your associate today, on 7th and, I believe, Flower, downtown - about the Valor program. Please find attached a brief document, "Credence: A Tale of Corruption," which provides an introduction to the circumstances which led to my current situation. I am also a fairly competent fine artist and you can see some examples of my work (oil paintings and drawings) on my blog:http://atomicdecompositions.blogspot.com/As I mentioned to you and your associate, I have been studying mathematics since becoming homeless in March of 2009 and I have made a small number of novel contributions, four to the applied side and one, the Non-standard Peano Arithmetic which I was telling you about, to the pure side:https://johncarlosbaez.wordpress.com/2016/04/02/computing-the-uncomputable/"Ever since reading this blog post (some time ago now) I’ve been thinking about these non-standard models of PA and I don’t particularly care for any of them!?! I’m not a formally trained mathematician but I’ve been thinking about this a great deal and it seems to me that the non-standard models are not the most effective approach. So here’s a question posed as an idea that I’ve had.Consider the natural numbers defined as sets in ZFC by von Neumann. Since ZFC/AFA subsumes ZFC, could you not define the natural numbers as sets in ZFC/AFA, define an additional 1-place, non-logical symbol, @, call it the hyperloop, which, when applied to any set, generates that set’s hyperset. Would it not then be reasonable to suggest that the natural number @{null} is greater than one but less than two and could you not apply @ recursively generating an order-preserving non-standard model of the von Neumann naturals that also had the power of the continuum? And then could you not develop PA the standard way but with this set of non-standard von Neumann naturals as the universe? Would that not preserve sequentiality, hence, be a bit more practical and effective as opposed to these other non-standard models? To me it just seems to make a whole lot more sense and, of course, my motivation, as always, is that damn Goldbach conjecture . . .Anyway, back to the grind . . ."This was comment number 91, the very last comment on that post. Now, don't think that since there was no response that my idea is not valid; quite the contrary, if you read the comment I replied to I think it will indicate to you not only the validity of my idea but that it is a rather good idea! Of course, if you doubt my comprehension of mathematics I would not be offended. I have been exposed to a large number of mentally compromised individuals during the last fifteen years so I well know how subtle the symptoms can sometimes be. Anyone with a knowledge of mathematical logic and elementary number theory can tell you that the above idea and the proof of the Binary Goldbach Conjecture on my blog, which I authored sometime in 2010-2011, demonstrate at least a working familiarity with the subject matter.Now Harris County, Texas, did send to me to the North Texas State Forensic Psychiatric Hospital in Vernon, Texas, for a competency evaluation when I was in their custody, but there was not then nor has there been anytime since, any doubt as to my mental competence; the court, and I believe the attached document should at the very least make you consider the truth value of this, simply wanted to be able to tell a jury that I was incompetent. You know, I first contacted the FBI with this situation, with a written letter from jail, in 2005. I scheduled an appointment with the FBI office in Beaumont, Texas, and met with an agent for a very short time in late 2007 or early 2008. Finally, I then sent the entire story organized in three-ring binders with table of contents and tabs, including all legal documents (Non-disclosure agreements, court papers, etc.) to the Office of the U. S. Inspector General, the Assistant U. S. Attorney for the Eastern District of Texas (I spoke with a gentleman from that office for a short time on the phone), an office at ABC Investigative News with Brian somebody (I forget the last name), and a childhood friend in Nebraska, Harris Grunden (Harris and I are no longer friendly).I don't know if you can do anything about this situation or not; I certainly have contacted a number of people to no avail. Generally, the people I contact about this do not even acknowledge that contact, for whatever reason. I have, in my possession, design documents regarding the inventions outlined in the Credence document, should you need proof of those claims.With regards,Wes HansenCredence.pdf2072K”Here’s a follow up email after I figured out that he was lying to me - hey Semper Fi:“Go Fuck Yourself2 messagesWes HansenThu, Dec 15, 2016 at 12:30 PMTo: AKelly <[email protected]>Yeah, I went down Figueroa today and found out there is no VA facility on Figueroa; came back to the library and found out the VALOR program is for Pharmacy students.http://www.wsj.com/articles/the-perils-of-empathy-1480689513You remind me of my family; they're all rotten as fuck as well.”Here’s a copy of the email I sent to Bernie Sanders’ PAC back in 2015 prior to the primaries. My biggest fear was seeing Clinton and Cruz in the general so I registered democrat (in California) so I could vote in the primary and voted for Sanders (I’m a Libertarian) - he has absolutely no integrity and is part of the conspiracy against Donald Trump. Read my Quora answer before you judge the email; the problem with these emails is, they have a word limit. In the case below, I attached a 20 page summary which outlines the criminal activity quite well. It also includes proprietary drawings of my inventions related to the Ares Robotics gig - I was an independent contractor, hence, Ares had no legal right to these inventions. The email:“Homeless Veteran2 messagesWes HansenWed, Nov 11, 2015 at 11:17 AMTo: [email protected]. Sanders,I submitted the following to Senator Sanders via the comment form on his government website:I am a homeless veteran who has been homeless since March of 2009. Please find attached a 20 page document, with lot’s of pictures, called, “Credence: A Tale of Corruption.” It is a brief summary of the events leading up to and resulting in my current situation. In summary:In 94’ I was honorably discharged from the U. S. Marine Corps; in 95’ I was an honor graduate, class D252, at The Ocean Corporation, a commercial dive school in Houston, Texas; after an illusion bursting stint with American Oilfield Divers, I took a manufacturing job and started night school full-time at Houston Community College; studying pre-science with the intent to transfer, in a couple of years I accumulated 57 credit hours with a 3.89 GPA; working as an independent contractor, albeit exclusively for a robotics firm, Ares Robotics (the deal was, being a recent start-up and short on cash, Ares Robotics would hire me as an independent contractor, pay my tax bill, and when the business became solid the board would assess my contribution, sweat equity they called it, and extend me ownership based on that assessment), I invented a number of novel technologies, technologies which should have made me independently wealthy; almost immediately I acquired two felonies and three misdemeanors on a previously spotless criminal record and found myself incarcerated at the maximum security forensic psychiatric hospital in Vernon, Texas; I notified the Houston office of the F. B. I. of these events in 2005 with a letter sent from the Harris County Jail; the situation deteriorated; I scheduled a meeting with the F. B. I. in Beaumont, Texas, in 2007 while on parole and experiencing “difficulties” with securing gainful employment in 2007; the situation continued to deteriorate; in January of 2009 I wrote a detailed account of my experience supported by copies of all legal documents, professionally organized with Table of Contents and Tabs, and sent copies to the U. S. Office of the Inspector General and Assistant U. S. Attorney, Eastern District of Texas; in March of 2009 I became homeless, a situation which continues to this day; a little over a year ago I moved to Los Angeles, California; my extended family, as well as many of the people from the community in Nebraska where I grew up, Nebraska’s official Easter City, are intimately involved in the theft of my technologies; during my time as a homeless man I have studied mathematics, practiced yoga, and further developed my meditation practice; I now know considerably more about mathematics than I did in 2009; I am a Buddhist so I assume the long view . . .I am convinced the Federal Bureau of Investigation has been involved in this despicable conspiracy since day one! I served my country with honor and don't feel out of line for expecting my country to serve me honorably; to date, this has not been so . . .With regards,Wes HansenCredence.pdf2072K”Here’s a copy of the Whistleblower notice I sent to Chuck Grassley’s office; at that same time I also sent emails to the Congressional Offices of Grassley, Sue Collins, Rand Paul, Lindsey Graham, and Devin Nunes - all along the same lines:“Mueller investigation/pertinent info2 messagesWes HansenSun, Aug 26, 2018 at 3:16 PMTo: [email protected],This email is in regards to the on-going Bob Mueller investigation; I have pertinent information about said situation. Both Jeff Sessions and Rudy Guiliani, hence, the President, are aware of this situation; this situation is why the President is upset with Jeff Sessions.I’m a homeless Marine Corps veteran (0352, 1991 – 1994) living under a bridge on the east side of the LA River and I’m homeless BECAUSE of Bob Mueller and James Comey! I know first-hand how they really operate!I was honorably discharged from the USMC in 1994, graduated from The Ocean Corporation, a commercial dive school in 1995, and, after a short disillusioned stint in the off-shore industry, started work in a small job shop during the day and going to school full-time in the evening at the Houston Community College. I was making $60,000/year and maintaining a 3.9 GPA at the college - things were going well. Then I invented some novel technologies relevant to the oil and gas industry and a couple of wealthy individuals decided they wanted to steal the IP. I went from having zero criminal history and zero mental health history to having 3 misdemeanors and 2 felonies AND a full-blown mental history in a very short time.I took the second felony case to trial, hence, the trip to the North Texas State Hospital; they wanted to tell the jury I was mentally incompetent. I filed an appeal and it was run through the system without my notification - something which is illegal, even in Texas. After I was released on parole, I had an FBI agent follow me around everywhere I went, eventually resulting in joblessness and homelessness. The story is long but here’s a relevant excerpt (I sent this to a mathematician at the University of Lethbridge in Canada recently; I made a couple of significant contributions to pure mathematics, with implications for cyber security, hence, national security, and he and his wife were both very helpful: http://vixra.org/author/wes_hansen):“I really do live on the streets of Los Angeles (for four years now, the previous six on the streets of Houston, Texas) and that's really why I do the weird stuff I do; it would most likely be impossible to explain to someone who has never experienced the street.I have been homeless for the last decade; I don't mind living hard like I do, but I'm sick and tired of living in the trash receptacles - where I get my $25/week for groceries. I was put on the streets by my family working in conjunction with the USA's FBI, although in truth, the FBI was setting my family up. I was doing well, honorably discharged from the USMC, working full-time during the day making $60,000/year, and going to the community college full-time in the evening, studying Pre-science/Pre-engineering with intent to transfer and maintaining a 3.9 GPA (out of 4.0). Then I invented some novel technologies relevant to the Oil/Gas/PetroChemical industries and a host of rather wealthy/powerful individuals decided they wanted my stuff. It's a long story but here's a couple of relevant excerpts:[M]y parents, Harley and Kathy Hansen, leased considerable properties from a lady named Bertha Hengler for more than twenty years. Bertha lived in Casper, Wyoming, and both her son, Jim, and daughter-in-law, Alice, retired from executive positions at Casper refineries. We used to visit Bertha, Jim, and Alice at least once a year to go snow skiing. Jim and Alice were cross-country enthusiasts. My parents, upon Bertha’s death, purchased half of the Hengler property they had rented from Jim and Alice and continued to rent the other half from Bertha’s son, Bob. While working at Ares Robotics I tried to get my parents to leverage these connections but they would have none of it. I sent Ares Robotics marketing packages to both my parents and my godmother, Zella Mae Sanders, and received no response from either party.[I] filed a lawsuit in a Texas court requesting the return of confidential documents as provided by a provision in the Confidentiality Agreement. The defendant, Mark Hansen, was a resident of Colorado so it was necessary to involve the Texas Secretary of State. I received notice from the Secretary of State, via certified mail, that Mark Hansen had been duly served on December 11, 2008. The Texas court in question never received such notice thus a trial date was never set. I filed two separate lawsuits in this same court, one on the same day as I filed the suit naming Mark Hansen as defendant, and its integrity was well established.The Secretary of State sabotaged the judicial proceedings of a Texas court in the attempt to prevent the authentication of said Confidentiality Agreement while, at the same time, convincing my family of their intent to help them (my family) steal the technologies and trade secrets covered by said Confidentiality Agreement. They failed in this endeavor for, as the old saying goes, “There’s more than one way to skin a cat.” They made this attempt in order to assist William Albion Anderson, an extremely wealthy Perry campaign contributor, in his attempted theft of technologies and proprietary information which rightfully belong to me; technologies I have since patented. I have also managed to maintain Trade Secret status, as defined by both Texas State law and the Economic Espionage Act of 1996, on the majority of the technologies in question.So why did the Texas Secretary of State foolishly interfere with the judicial proceedings of a Texas court? They planned to arrest my whole family, myself included, for “Theft of Trade Secrets.” Here’s how:I knew my family was being set up, I just didn’t know how. I knew there had to be a connection between William Albion Anderson and Rex Hansen. I started pounding the internet searching for it. On William Albion Anderson’s Forbes profile it demonstrated that he had been appointed as a Director for Rancher Energy of Denver, Colorado, in the spring of 2007 and a Director for Far East Energy of Houston, Texas, in the fall of 2007. Considering this whole conspiracy was coming into play in 2007, I found these appointments suspect. I became even more convinced of their conspiratorial nature when I discovered that Rancher Energy, a company using CO2 injection to extract oil from spent oil wells, was working solely in oil fields conveniently located in the direct vicinity of Casper, Wyoming.In the offering memorandum for Sausalito Foods Rex Hansen emailed to me, it reveals that Rex Hansen is a Managing Director for Bathgate Capital of Denver, Colorado. I began researching Bathgate Capital and discovered, in their tombstones, that Bathgate had extended $1.4 million in seed capital to a company in Houston, Texas, called Far East Energy. Bingo! The Rex Hansen/William Albion Anderson connection. The State of Texas/FBI had all of my information including social security number. They planned to demonstrate, in a Texas court, that Rex Hansen became aware of the pump and robotic system in question while engaging William Albion Anderson through the Bathgate/Far East Energy connection. They then planned to demonstrate, in a Texas court, that Rex Hansen directed me, his cousin, to work for the William Albion Anderson company manufacturing said pump and robotic system thus familiarizing myself with the technology and facilitating the theft of that technology. They were going to put my whole family in prison.This all started in 1999, when I was 30 years old - 19 years I’ve either been locked up for crimes I didn’t commit, in the Maximum Security Forensic Psychiatric Hospital for evaluation I didn’t need, working a minimum wage job, a monitor on my ankle, on parole for a crime I didn’t commit, or, as now, homeless and living out the dumpsters!This all happened in a conservative state - Texas, under a conservative President from that state - George W. Bush. When Obama won the election in 2008, I was ecstatic. I thought, “Oh, yeah, we’re going to have some fun now!” I put this whole story together in three ring binders with table of contents and tabs; it took 2 three inch binders, two 1.5 inch binders, 3 legal folders, and 2 CDs - everything was documented, Non-disclosure agreements, Court docs, memos from meetings with FBI personnel, emails, photographs, everything. I had six copies; I boxed up five of them and sent them to the U. S. Office of Inspector General, the U. S. Assistant Attorney, Eastern District of Texas, Brian Ross at ABC News, a friend I grew up with, and a former girlfriend who was a lawyer at the time - now a District Court Judge. Everyone screwed me over except the ex-girlfriend! She kept my documents for me! Shortly after mailing everything, I received a call from someone at the U. S. Assistant Attorney’s office - I now regret mailing them the documentation. The FBI put me out on the street specifically to make me lose my documentation - I’m certain of it, but the Judge saved my day.Now you tell me, do you really think Comey and Mueller are capable of an impartial investigation? And the whole tale is way worse than what I have revealed here. I’d like to see Barack Obama, Eric Holder, Loretta Lynch, Comey, Mueller, McCabe, Rosenstein, and that whole rotten bunch locked up where they belong. And don’t think for a minute ole Barry Boy doesn’t know about my situation, because he damn sure does - so does Bernie “can’t be bought by billionaires” Sanders. So does the Washington (Democracy dies in darkness) Post, the Houston Chronicle, the L A Times, Leonard Pitts at the Miami Herald, and, more recently, the Wall Street Journal.Jeff Sessions, I believe, has gone over to the Dark Side. He says that under his charge the DOJ will not be used for political ends but what is Mueller’s investigation? It was started with the Steele dossier for goodness sakes, and I tend to believe the entire circus was deliberate on the part of Comey, Mueller, and the rest of Obama’s DOJ and administration. Let’s be serious, liberals like to think that Donald Trump “stole the election” from Hillary Clinton, but Clinton lost that election with her “basket of deplorables” comment; in other words, she lost that election due to her own misplaced sense of superiority. Did Trump cut a deal with Putin, exchanging dirt on Clinton for a revisit of Magnitsky? That doesn’t even make sense given that the President is essentially powerless with regards to Magnitsky!With regards,Wesley W. Hansen”And it goes on and on!And now we have Bob Barr, a good friend of Bob Mueller, telling the American People that there is no systemic problem at the FBI only a small leadership issue; obviously Bob could give a fuck about me; obviously the American People could give a fuck about me. Now talk to me about obstruction!

When I was growing up, I enjoyed cooking very much too. That’s saying a lot too because my Mom really was not good at cooking but more than that, she/we canned all our own foods, made jams and jellies, did lots of baking, especially for the holidays. Over the years, somehow cooking became a passion and even before I went to college, my most read books were cookbooks and Gourmet Magazine etc. I had no restaurant experience whatsoever but if you came to my apartment, I was always spending hours preparing some something I had never done before. My roommates had it made because we ate like royalty and all they had to do was the dinner dishes. I could spend three or four hours making dinner and they spent fifteen minutes doing the dinner dishes and wiping the table.Unlike you, I was unsure about culinary school, in fact, I was unsure about education after high school. I was legally on my own since the day I turned 18 and had great concerns about tuition. Finally, when I was 19 I applied to Cornell Hotel School in Ithaca, New York. The hotel program, at that time, it was considered the best program in America. I was not accepted primarily because my SAT scores were not high enough and secondly, I had no demonstrated experience in any hospitality setting. I was crushed but pushed ahead and got accepted to the hotel school at University of Wisconsin Menominee, I visited the campus and decided I was too good for the place and basically abandoned my plans for hotel school.Yes, I am going to answer your question here, where I am headed is to show you that there are options, even when you are set on one thing, one plan, there is more than one way to achieve, to gain specifically, the unique training/education you are discussing.If you are like me, or even a bit similar, you do not want to approach your future at some second rate school, you want to hit the runway and prepare for liftoff, so to speak. I believe that you seek an authentic culinary training from the finest in the land, not from some “cookie cutter” “wannabee” cooking school with a French name, am I right? I assure you I did not, and if that was all I could do, I wasn’t gonna do it at all, why embarrass myself graduating from The Jiffy Lube Culinary Academy?I ended up going to Evergreen State College, Olympia, Washington, my studies now geared to pre-med. Before I attended there, I want to Harvard night school for a year to get myself oriented/adjusted to a new plan. Getting into Harvard night school is not a big deal, you simply signup but, the beauty of it all is, the professors are the exact same ones that teach at Harvard during the day. You can get a Harvard education at a tenth of the price from the same faculty, you just don’t get all the prestige of graduating from Harvard, if that makes sense? I took out student loans to go to Evergreen, and I had a job on campus to earn spending/rent money.I did great at Evergreen for a couple years but started to get burnt out. I had gotten a job on campus security which required me to work from midnight to 8:00 am, and my classes began at 8:30 am. Slowly, i began slipping and wondering how I was going to pull it off? One day a friend of mine said he was going to Guatemala to study Spanish, a total immersion school where you study Spanish with a tutor 7 hours a day, one to one, and live with a local family that does not speak English so you will be forced to use what you are learning in class. I decided to go with him and we spent a year down in Central America, mostly in school and a few months hitchhiking all over Central America from Belize to Panama. Evergreen State allowed students to design their own education curriculum for credit so the whole time I was there, I got college credit.When I got back stateside and eventually back to campus at Evergreen, my focus had shifted again, I had a travel bug in me which actually has lasted my entire life now. Getting back to the point, I was at Evergreen, I had a student loan, but my heart and mind was miles away. I had a modest presence on campus but it dwindled quickly, and soon I was no longer attending college. About a month later, I got a call from Oregon State Bank saying their records show that I was no longer attending classes and that meant my loan was now due. The lady told me I had thirty days to pay it back or I would be charge with fraud. That pretty well lit me up inside and panic prevailed because I had taken that loan and bought a sports car. Of course I was not concerned, I freaked out, all I could hear was that lady saying those two big words, bank fraud! Needless to say, the sports car was sold quickly and the funds repaid, what a relief! Of course now I am broke so a job would be handy. A friend of mine said The Melting Pot restaurant in Olympia was looking for a cook, the lights went off in my head and I am thinking, ,made in the shade, of course they will hire me, nobody cooks better than me! The interview went poorly, I was met with this force of resistance because I “had no restaurant experience”, and true as it was, I was stunned.I was however, offered a job as the pot washer/dishwasher, and I took it. The Melting Pot was right across from the capital building in Olympia and as such, got some pretty swanky diners, all the senators, representatives, and related. I humbly performed my duties and when not scrubbing, I was watching and talking to the chefs. I had been there for about six months and the news came that the two chefs were leaving to start their own restaurant. I knew the owner, but not well, I just knew that they needed a chef or two and very soon. I dropped my name in for a candidate, was not taken serious at all, that is until I pushed the chefs to push me ahead. I challenged them to ask me to do anything required of that position and they graciously accepted, put me to the test for a week. I did not fail a thing, they loved it because I did everything including dishes, cleanup and most of their cooking.Round two with the owner and he finally decided to give me a one month trial run, and then would decide if I could be permanent. The month passed and no problem so now I am the chef and they hired me a cook for lunch. I was proud of myself, at least for awhile, and then I got bored, I truly was not learning anymore, I had nobody to look up to or teach me. My girlfriend was born in Hawaii, and in a short time we talked about going there to live. A few months later, we sold everything we owned, except for travelling clothes, and mover to Hawaii. We blew some money at first, ended up in Maui, found a studio to rent on the ocean, and both of us got jobs.It was here that my cooking took a big turn because, of all the crazy things, I am being interviewed by this little tiny man, Sammy Shorrock, and he had just gotten to Hawaii a year before me, he had been the executive chef at DisneyLand in Anaheim, for the last fifteen years. He said he got truly burnt out, the pressure and all, and he had to step down and breathe. This chef was a “game changer’ for certain. We also had a lady sous chef from Denmark, another fine talent. I showed Sammy the menu from where I worked, and at this restaurant they had an exhibition kitchen, all the meals are cooked behind a line, in the dining room, and with lights on low, and a lot of flambe’ dishes, we filled the room seven nights a week, with two turns, doing about 250 or so covers a night. On the line were just Sammy and I. There was not one single thing that I did that Sammy did not somehow refine, alter, fine tune, but all for good reason. I was all ears and here is where my education truly took a giant leap, the fuse was lit, and now I was inspired and sitting on the launch pad of my career.Five bucks say there is no way you expected this kind of response when you asked your question here on Quora, am I right? When I saw your question, bingo, my mind was reeling, I have told this story many times to people asking me about culinary schools. I assure you I am not here to talk you out of going to an incredible school in Switzerland, I want you to grasp how important the “hands-on” , “school of hard knocks” is. One thing I have noticed about culinary school graduates is that, while most of them knew culinary terminology, and basic principles of cooking, such as mother sauces, and from stocks to garde manger, they could at least provide intelligent conversation, but most were impractical when the pressure of time was upon them. Too, if a mistake was made, regardless of what and how, could they correct it, or could they find a next best substitute, could they do magic? I assure you that it is not magic that makes it all work out when the chips are down and servers are hollering, you are soaking wet and there are 15 monkey spankers staring at you wondering, (as they laugh inside) if you can pull it out, and correct the dire problem at hand. The spankers want you to fail so they can say “I told you that guy was a putz, what a loser! You will find when the going gets tough, the only ones who will help you, are the ones that actually can, they recognize the urgency of the situation and they will assist you as you call the rapid commands and gracefully waltz yourself out of hells gates and succeed!I stayed in Maui for a year and there again, I got bored, my job was repetitious, Sammy had taken me about as far as I could go I felt, and I left to go back stateside. I went to see my old roommate from boarding school in Minneapolis, just to visit, but funds ran low so I looked for a job. With luck on my side, I interviewed at the original Radisson Hotel in downtown Minneapolis and got hired to be the saucier. This was a massive hotel with seven restaurants, and The Flame Room, the main dining room had their own symphony that had been doing dinner shows there for fifteen years. The Flame Room alone would do four to five hundred covers a night and one line served two restaurants. The chef there was Ralf Gahlin and I assure you he was every bit a master from the “old school”. He grew up in Denmark and started his apprenticeship, as they called it then, at age seven, working in a kitchen scrubbing pots and mopping and peeling potatoes etc.The kitchen at The Radisson was so old it had mostly these giant copper pots. These pots were so big that we had a cart with some kind of pully rig on it to lift the pots off the flat tops. When they were full, there was no way to safely get them off by yourself. We had about eighteen kitchen staff, not counting dishwashers, from garde manger with two, and the rest pretty much supported the line in one way or another. We served an excellent baked stuffed potato that I could never forget, if it was your turn to get on that nightly production, it was a workout. We would bake 350 large potatoes to yield 700 baked halves. The mix was beautiful with ham and sour cream, caramelized onions, lots of seasonings and cheeses. The mixture once made was then piped out into those 700 skins and that was a true test of your arm muscles. Squeezing that pastry bag for so long was nothing short of strenuous.When I began, I trained on sauce for one week, I’d never made that many sauces and certainly not in such quantity, there was no time for moving slow either, every move you made mattered, time was not on your side. Right at five o’clock each day, Ralf would do his rounds and started with me, I would stand there with bated breath, hoping he would not find flaw with my sauces. If I screwed something up there, it would have been, could have been, disaster, with those massive quantities. The cream based sauces, left to their own device, on a flat top, certainly in constant fear of scalding, or burning, one of the worst mistakes to make as it commonly cannot be fully rectified. I got in the groove quickly and soon was helping in all seven kitchens on top of my saucier demands. The chef was superb, no tantrums or hollering, or demeaning remarks as some famously do. I was there about eight months, got tired of the freezing cold and decided to head south. At that point there was only one other Radisson in America, and it was in Lakeland, Florida. The chef said he would gladly transfer me but the pay scale was much lower, I chose to leave and find something on my own.I went to Miami, had no car, so I walked miles each day looking for work. I lived on the beach on Collins Ave. where today is known as South Beach, at that time it was rundown and closed stores everywhere. I landed a job at the Doral Hotel on Miami Beach, I was to be the saucier and do relief work on the line on the top floor in the award winning Starlight Room. The thirty or so cooks and chefs were all Cuban, I was treated as an outsider, an outcast. On top of that, I would make a hollandaise each day with about sixty eggs worth but, their recipe called for msg. I hate msg. I didn’t tell anyone, I just did not put msg in my hollandaise. I got busted for that and now outcast turned to outlaw. Oh, this was not appreciated, I had no right to refuse to put their poison in such a wonderful sauce. I was soon ignored and no longer graced with so much as a smile. It was not difficult for me to decide to leave The Cuban Coral, as I called it.Now I’m broke and unemployed in Miami, I was living off potatoes because that is all I could afford. I walked miles and miles, came home and ate potatoes, getting ready to be kicked out of my grubby little room. I scoured the want ads and one day I walk into this brand new, still being built establishment called The Outrigger Club. I found my way to the kitchen on the 16th floor, asked for the chef, and out walked this huge man, with a starched chef hat on, he was pushing towards seven feet tall. I had no resume’, I brought my menus I had worked with, he liked that and said he knew from that, what I had done. He would look at a dish, and ask me how the various components were made. His name was Hoerst Roelkes, and here again I struck gold. Hoerst was from Germany and he too was old school, having started at age seven, later in life was the executive chef at The Savoy in London followed by some posh resort in the Bahamas. There was a second chef too, Albert Anduze from Toulouse, France. Albert was really old school and had been everywhere. He had started the landmark restaurant in San Francisco called Ernies, and had Olympic gold medals for tallow carving and hot food competition.My education climbed quickly here though initially I was on edge, Hoerst drank on the job, all day, endless Heinekin beers and kirchwasser. Regardless, these guys were cooking just like I had read about in the Escoffier cookbook, now I was doing it with them and the “the father of cooking” Auguste Escoffier began to make perfect sense. I was impressed and proud, each day I would go home and study more cookbooks and terminology. I did not want to act a fool in front of these guys. Albert and I became friends, he would invite me to his home after work, we would drink wine with his wife and look at his massive stamp collection, get a buzz and go home.I was at the Outrigger for about nine months. I used to be a whitewater river guide in Utah in the summer season so I left there to spend another summer in Cataract Canyon, Moab, Utah. On one of my many trips I met a husband and wife who had just come back from living in the Caribbean, on a charter sailboat. We got to talking and they recognized my culinary skills, they suggested that I would be a shining star if I went to St. Thomas, USVI, to get a chef job on one of the super yachts. They said there was a shortage of talent and I could easily land work. They were going to Africa on safari in September and they made me an offer to come watch their home in California for a month and then I could fly direct from Los Angeles to St. Thomas and look for work. I accepted, lived a life of luxury for a month and flew to St. Thomas, walked the docks and had a job in two days. I started working on a couple different boats and too, I was interviewed on the monster yachts 200 feet or more. What I noticed though was on the big boy yachts, you had to wear uniforms and kind of kiss ass like a servant so, I downsized to where I could enjoy myself. I ended up working on a yacht for over two years, and got to go to every island in the Caribbean, and in style. We would go up to Maine in the summer and charter there. My cooking skills only progressed with study but I did not care, I had an experience of a lifetime. When I decided to leave my cushy yacht job it was to open my own restaurant.I tried to lease a building in the British Virgin Islands, Cooper Island, but the last minute the owners backed out. I scrambled, found a lady partner and a historic house that we soon turned into Wet Willy’s Restaurant. We got it up and running for about ten grand, unbelievable by any expectation, and would be impossible to do today. My partner Diane, used to be neighbors with Jimmy Buffet so he came and did a free concert for us, to raise money, we got permits to shut down the streets, and had a party to remember, and in the end, we had no debt.The house was two stories with two bedrooms upstairs, one for Diane and her boyfriend and one for me. We served lunch and dinner seven days a week and were packed, we could seat about 100 total, half of which were outside. I had no menu and everything was fresh each day. We had a chalkboard menu, and the servers had to verbally present the menu selections. My partner knew some higher-ups in town so we got a 4:00am liquor license, one of only two on the island. What that meant is that when every other bar closed, we filled up no matter what. I had one cook and one dishwasher in a small kitchen, very basic at that. Just having simple fresh food drew the crowds, we filled each day for lunch and dinner doing about 120 covers average each meal. With all the success, I got sidetracked along the way, I could not resist the endless parade of ladies coming in and with a bedroom upstairs, I became very busy. I decided to sell out my half after a year, I was pretty much having far too much fun, and work was becoming far too demanding. I made a choice to leave and did. I went back to my river guide job in Utah, and moved to Arizona at the end of the season.I ended up in Tucson, Arizona and soon had my first sous chef position at the Travel Holiday Award winning Charles Restaurant. The chef, Johnathan Landeen, had recently come from New Orleans, having had worked at Commander’s Palace under the tutelage of Paul Prudhomme. It was during his time there that the American Culinary Foundation was formed, the basic premise being that in America, there were no apprenticeships, there were no guidelines to evaluate culinary skills to determine at what level a person may be. They set out to establish guidelines for evaluations and initiated a formal apprenticeship program designed for on the job learning whereby an apprentice would follow a program covering all culinary skills and ultimately lead to the designation of certified executive chef. Depending upon where you are in your skill set, the average time for the apprenticeship would be two years. I joined the program and worked through it for a full two years and earned the formal designation of Certified Executive Chef (CEC). Soon thereafter, I got my first Executive Chef job at The Tucson Hilton Hotel.I was at the Tucson Hilton for maybe two months and it was sold. I thought I would lose my job but in only a few weeks they approached me and asked if I would go to Texas where they owned a Sheraton Hotel. They said the chef needed some organizing and training, would I go do that? I went to Beaumont, Texas and the chef Tony was indeed an idiot, ten days later I fired him. I put an ad in the local papers for a chef, after two weeks of interviewing, we had no candidates. I was then offered a permanent job there which I did not want. They sweetened the pay, promised to build me a suite to live in on the top floor for myself, my wife, and baby son. I accepted on one condition, I promised them one year only and then I most likely would leave. Life in a hotel is not a good deal, the breakfast cooks would call the front desk saying they were gonna be late or not show up at all. In turn the front desk calls me and now I get to open and survive the day through all three meals. I did make it for one year there, to the day. During the time I was there, a friend of mine called me from Arkansas, he said he had a VIP party coming up and it was far out his element, it was a group called Fifty for the Future, comprised of the wealthiest, powerful people in Arkansas and their spouses and more.The company my buddy Brian represented was Entertainment Services out of Omaha, Nebraska and he called them to ask if he could hire me to do the party. I would take a week of vacation time I had and do the party. The company approved and they said they were going to represent me as their corporate chef. I did multiple calls to the planning committee to plan the rather ambitious menu. I flew out days ahead to organize, meet his staff and put the wheels in motion. The prep was a monster as all the help there were basically used to doing basic fries, burgers, chicken. So the night of the party rolls in and there will be about 225 people there. We had a full seven course meal, and by the time dessert went out, the kitchen got quiet. I do not see Brian, I cannot go out in my messy clothes and nervously wait. Finally about 10pm, he comes back smiling. He said they were raving and to pass on the compliments. I flew back to Texas to finish up my last couple of months. The day I returned I got a call from Entertainment Services and they told me they had gotten multiple calls from the party guests telling them what a fantastic job I had done and to tell me, the so called corporate chef, it was the best party they had had in all the years they were together. One of those calls was from Hillary Clinton, of course I was unsure who she was but know now. My family and I gladly left Texas and went back to Phoenix where my wife’s folk s lived. I was there a week and got a call from Entertainment Services. They had just got the contract to run the then being built Arlington Convention Center and they wanted to interview me to be their official corporate chef based in Arlington. They flew me to Omaha the next day, I had to interview all of the bosses in the whole company which took all day. I flew back that night and the next day got the call that I was hired as their first corporate chef.Two days later I am on a plane to Dallas and a new job, my wife and son stayed in Phoenix until I got settled, and it was too fast for her. I assumed my position readily and starting catering tons of VIP parties all over the country. There were times I would be on the road for a month at a time just doing parties in various cities, Most every party I did from then on would be a thousand or more people, a logistical nightmare. Too, I would do presidential dinners with the secret service clearance mandatory of me and all my staff. During that time I did parties up to just over ten thousand people at a time. I even did a company picnic back in Arkansas for Tyson Company, the chicken people. What would you imagine they wanted for their company picnic of five thousand people? You guessed it, frickin’ chicken! It was there I pulled off one of my greatest culinary feats. Tyson provided all the chicken but they want fried chicken. Hmmmm! Can you imagine breading chicken for five plus thousand? I couldn’t see this being easy but in talking to my buddy Brian who was still the manager there, his brother was a contractor and had just bought a cement truck, brand new. We were drinking and suddenly I got this flash thought and started laughing. I told Brian we should use the cement truck to bread the chicken, he said I was nuts. I persisted and told him how I would do it with massive amounts of flour and seasonings, the chicken soaked in buttermilk, then dropped into the tank, turn the mixer on for a bit, tilt it up and slide the chicken, with a bit of guidance, down the chute and then onto sheet pans with parchment paper and dusted with flour. We did it, and of course sanitized the shiny new tank beforehand. The plan worked like a dream, we then rinsed and cleaned it out and nobody was the wiser.By now, you have read a very nice slice of my days as a chef, I have tons more to go but, my true intent today was not to overload you with my culinary past. My ultimate goal was/is, to give you a perspective of how a chef career can go without formal training. I know I was fortunate to have found the world class chefs I did and get to work with them. Today many aspiring chefs pick out the chefs they like and approach them for a job and why they want to work with them,. I know that if the candidate is seemingly worthy, many chefs will take someone on and mentor them while they are on the job. Many a great chef is born that way.Again, I do not, in any way, wish to cast a shadow on your sights set on a primo school in Switzerland. What I want to stress to you is how very valuable real life training, hands on, under pressure, with the guidance of a master chef, can be. I want you to think about, no matter when, doing an apprenticeship with the American Culinary Federation to eventually earn your Certified Executive Chef (CEC) designation. Ignoring the value of a professional designation can impede your success, and having it can certainly open many doors where some people simply demand credentials.. You could easily merge in working on a CEC status after you finished your schooling in Switzerland.I have a gut feeling, from your one simple question, that you are intent on success. Today, more than ever, the culinary field has exploded and at the same time gotten much more competitive. It is not just cooking, this is artistry in motion, taking food to new heights, using every cell of creativity you own, and adding to the fast paced evolution of food as art, as well as treasuring the undeniable pleasures of comfort foods. I hope you find some value or entertainment out of this far too long answer. More importantly, I wish you great success , don’t let that fire die in you, there is much to be done!***As a footnote: My son Marco, with no persuasion from me, chose to go to culinary school, he went to The Cordon Bleu in Orlando, Florida. When he finished he starting working in cool bistros and cafes, later The Four Seasons as a sous chef and now a Chef at a country club but still climbing the learning ladder to fame. He too has that passion, and seeming natural creative ability, to construct an awesome meal or menu.