I've been converting some the Clearwater Police Department's .TIF files into ASCII (from 0601 to 0965) and reading along as the CPU processes the text. Yee gods! Ms. McPherson didn't have a ghost of a chance once she fell ill: the people "caring" for her were barking mad. Barking fucking MAD. Bonkers. Insane. Raving lunatics. They were so utterly unable to break out of their programming to even see that what they were doing was hurting her. Her handlers completely devorced themselves from her anguish and misery because they did not want to be "enturbulated." They appear to have achieved some kind of disassociated state where what they were doing to her had no meaning; no significance. While their bodies carried out the tasks assigned to them, their brains were utterly ELSEWHERE. Good god almighty! It was like taking a gunshot victim to a troop of drug-crazed chimpanzes for treatment. And people wonder why critics protest and picket.