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Wednesday, September 25, 2013
Wednesday, September 18, 2013
Is Bipartisanship A Myth?
This was originally an online conversation, in
the form of individual posts and replies, regarding an article in The
Huffington Post. The link above will take you to the article.
Well said.
Politics is a business just like anything else; your competition of one day may be your ally the next. Moreover, politics is also theatre and in a world overwhelmingly populated by lawyers whose world is also theatre, partisanship and bipartisanship, have all the stability of the sands of Araby.
ycplum
There was a time when politicians on both sides of the aisle recognized that their differences were really about degrees so they negotiated a compromise that was acceptable. Now, there are no degrees, but black or white. Both sides demand all or nothing. Our government was not designed for this and cannot survive if this continues for very long.
No, it can't but that's not where change
has to start.
After WWII, America changed. An individually self-supporting, self-reliant public saw the good times roll and decided they always would. And should. Who'd keep them rolling? Why, the government of course. We could afford it, individually and nationally. We'd won the war; we'd saved the world; we were ENTITLED to it.
As we rolled, we exported that sense of entitlement when the US started rebuilding and "helping" the rest of the world. Whether we should have or not is a subject for another day. What is important here is that we and the rest of the world came to expect it and WE ALLOWED IT!
Then along came Civil Rights, Women's Rights, Environmental Rights, LGBT Rights, Criminal's Rights, Children's Rights and Victim's Rights, which combines them all into one great entitled horde of "VICTIMS".
With all those Rights, which I'm not attacking so leave me alone, ethnicity crept in. I'm proud to be Irish/Norwegian. Yep, that's me, born to pillage. However, I was raised to be proud of being American FIRST, last and always.
Now everybody has Rights but nobody has responsibility ... except the GOVERNMENT. Let THEM drive the bus, let THEM burp the baby. While every group scrambles for their RIGHTS.
Separately.
Now it's the National Separatist Victim's Rights Movement. Our politicians resisted the trend longer than almost anyone else, longer than I thought they could or would.
Freedoms are never really taken, they're GIVEN AWAY. I'm a Rational Anarchist; I don't believe that we need any laws other than the Golden Rule and a loaded gun in every pot. However, like it or not, we're stuck with government, so cut the politicians some slack. Venal and self-serving they may be but they're still a cut or two above their constituencies.
For bipartisanship to return to government, we must return it to our lives.
After WWII, America changed. An individually self-supporting, self-reliant public saw the good times roll and decided they always would. And should. Who'd keep them rolling? Why, the government of course. We could afford it, individually and nationally. We'd won the war; we'd saved the world; we were ENTITLED to it.
As we rolled, we exported that sense of entitlement when the US started rebuilding and "helping" the rest of the world. Whether we should have or not is a subject for another day. What is important here is that we and the rest of the world came to expect it and WE ALLOWED IT!
Then along came Civil Rights, Women's Rights, Environmental Rights, LGBT Rights, Criminal's Rights, Children's Rights and Victim's Rights, which combines them all into one great entitled horde of "VICTIMS".
With all those Rights, which I'm not attacking so leave me alone, ethnicity crept in. I'm proud to be Irish/Norwegian. Yep, that's me, born to pillage. However, I was raised to be proud of being American FIRST, last and always.
Now everybody has Rights but nobody has responsibility ... except the GOVERNMENT. Let THEM drive the bus, let THEM burp the baby. While every group scrambles for their RIGHTS.
Separately.
Now it's the National Separatist Victim's Rights Movement. Our politicians resisted the trend longer than almost anyone else, longer than I thought they could or would.
Freedoms are never really taken, they're GIVEN AWAY. I'm a Rational Anarchist; I don't believe that we need any laws other than the Golden Rule and a loaded gun in every pot. However, like it or not, we're stuck with government, so cut the politicians some slack. Venal and self-serving they may be but they're still a cut or two above their constituencies.
For bipartisanship to return to government, we must return it to our lives.
Saturday, September 14, 2013
GO AHEAD. EVERYONE ELSE DOES:
A Long-winded Rant of Self-pity
This started as an e-mail but by watering it with tears of self-pity, self-righteous anger and bureaucratic frustration it bloomed into a veritable bouquet of assorted bitches, moans and complaints. I decided it was so nice that I would put it in a pretty vase and set it on a table in the window and share it with others. So, in these days of cyber-sharing of every bump, scrape and boo-boo in our lives, THIS is my window.
"Will write more later,
some stuff is just betwixt OUR family. It’s been a crappy day and I’ve
been up all night again."
The crappy day was actually a crappy night. Last Thursday night (09-05-13) I was the emergent social butterfly of the season; all kinds of visitors in cool vehicles and pretty lights. While watching TV, I had suddenly started sweating, feeling dizzy, nauseous and then I had trouble breathing.
Normally, these symptoms
wouldn't bother me too much but I
am 50 now. Sweating is nothing new, I keep hoping it's menopause but no
such luck. I’ve had random vertigo for years, I don’t know why. I’ve asked my
VA docs but get no answers; it is the
VA after all it's not like they're supposed to actually help me but I've got meds for it. I got my mum's nervous tummy;
trouble breathing is rare now but for years my heart didn’t hold
a rhythm, so for 13 years, the VA medicated me for a heart condition which I
didn’t have. Once I was properly evaluated, diagnosed, medicated,
treated and got a ticket on the Looney Express the cardiac problems vanished. Until
now I’ve had no real problems since.
However, having the first
3 hitting all at once, rapidly followed by breathing problems was a new and
"exciting" phenomenon. See, my dad had his first heart attack when I
was 6 and he was 48 and my mum's first was when I was 9 and she was 50. I grew
up knowing the signs and what to do; we ultimately developed a family
policy of if you ask the question, "Should I go to the hospital?" out
loud, you call the meat wagon and go.
So when I queried
the universe as to "should I or shouldn't I?" I already knew what I had to do. Even though, I have no doubt that the VA will fuck me
over again on the bills. They’ve done it TWICE, once when, after a noctural trip to the ER, a VA
doc agreed that my gall bladder had reached critical mass and was eventually jerked out. I don't know how I’m going to pay for it but I wasn’t about to
risk a heart attack for a steaming pile of bureaucratic bullshit.
I may be a 100% totally
and permanently disabled veteran, but I had the temerity to object when
they fucked me and fucked me over. You see, I fought back when they flat-out
discriminated against me for being a nutter. Instead of being slavishly, but
silently, grateful that they even deigned to notice my miserable
existence and bestow their largesse upon my inferior self. The Department
of Justice (DOJ) investigated and determined that they had indeed discriminated
against me because of my disability, specifically, my mental illness. So, when Mr.
Barry Bahl, director of the
Saint Cloud Veterans Administration Medical Center (SCVAMC) takes the time to
pass judgment on and deny payment of a little ER bill from the Saint
Cloud Hospital it's pretty obvious even to a loon like me that I’ve been deemed
beyond the pale and have been blacklisted.
Several people who work
there have said that it's most certainly NOT normal for him to pay attention to
such minutia. In this case, I'm not just being paranoid, other people see it too; my name is flagged so that anything pertaining to me finds it's way to his desk. It's so obvious that a blind man with no teeth can see that.
None of them would admit of their statements or put them in writing but I can't blame them for that. All the VA can do to me is kill me with institutionalized incompetence and obstructionism; VA employees have to support their families and they need jobs for that. For my part, unless I’m on fire or bleeding from the eyes, I don't go near the place. Both Moon and I know that I will never again get anything more than the bare minimum of whatever care or treatment I might need. SCVAMC is my drug pusher and that's all I want from them.
None of them would admit of their statements or put them in writing but I can't blame them for that. All the VA can do to me is kill me with institutionalized incompetence and obstructionism; VA employees have to support their families and they need jobs for that. For my part, unless I’m on fire or bleeding from the eyes, I don't go near the place. Both Moon and I know that I will never again get anything more than the bare minimum of whatever care or treatment I might need. SCVAMC is my drug pusher and that's all I want from them.
So, I went downstairs to ask Moon to take me to the civilian hospital ER, the VA in it's infinite lack of wisdom, does not have an ER or it's own. However, having become fully vertical it became apparent that if I didn't sit down, I was going to fall down. So I told her to call 911, I wasn't fucking around with going into full-arrest in a car. And I wasn't going to do that to my girl Moon.
I never actually passed
out, was able to give my personal/family medical history, gave them my
meds case and told them about losing Igraine. Grief and/or belfry issues
being what they are, what did I know? My dad always had pain but no nausea; mum
always had the nausea but no pain. Heart attack or anxiety and panic due to
stress? Then I edged closer to shock as I got dizzier and started
shivering like Obama facing a sodium amytal session.
They kept me most of the night while they ran tests and such. They doped me up some
and I dozed a bit, Moon went home to get some rest until they sprung me.
Sprang me? Whatever. The ER folks and staff were great. They took good care of me
and did everything they could to find out what the hell was wrong with me. The
only bitch I had was that as they moved me around and tested me (I
hadn't studied either) one person or another would highjack my blankies. I’ve
have GOT to get me one of those blanket warmer thingies. Along with the bidet, it is one of the acme's of civilization.
Anyway, the long and
short of it was no heart attack and, since it wasn't VA docs making that
determination, I’m willing to take their word for it. Felt like hammered shit,
slept all day Friday, then went into insomnia mode.
Emotionally, it’s been up
and down, understandably but it's not that gods-awful, disemboweling,
paralyzing agony that I went thru when I had to put Grace down. Then
the guilt almost killed me but the idea of Rain leaving was in the back of
my mind from the moment I saw her outside on the ground. I didn't speak of it
because I was willing to do whatever I had to in order to help my baby. In the
end, letting her go was the last and only thing I could
do to help my girl.
I miss her and it hurts
and I cry but it's like it is a "gentler"
pain; mostly anyway. Those 3 weeks that I had her after her injury were a
bona - fucking - fide GIFT! For which I am endlessly grateful. You, my darling
Deb, and you, Mama Jeanne; oh, stop looking over your shoulders; yes, YOU
two, you gave me another bona - fucking - fide GIFT! If you hadn’t
nagged me into taking those videos of her, I think I might finally have ended
up in-patient and I’m not sure I would've come out again.
I watch all the videos at
least once every day and always before I go to sleep. I see my girl when she
was healthy and strong and HAPPIEST. Outside, in the snowy
wastes, rompling with me with that goofy lunatic grin of hers. I’m able to
watch the pure, clear joy she got from running around like a
psychotic with ADHD on meth, rolling around in 3 feet of snow with me and dancing with me on the deck. Those videos tell me that I made the right
call. Regardless of what might've been done for her, she would never again have
been my adored, "abdominommal snow beastie".
Most importantly, I
know I couldn’t let her be in pain at all, let alone constant pain. I promised
her from the beginning of our love affair, that I would take care of her and NEVER
let her hurt. Pain or no pain, seeing those images, I know my rainy day
doggie would've never understood why she would never again be able to romple with me
in the only way she ever learned how to play. If I was out of her sight longer
than acceptable she would use her hind legs to push herself along and crawl on
her belly and her elbows without making a sound of pain until she
got to the bottom of the stairs to wait for me when she knew I was up here
without her. It was MY job to
keep her from hurting and from hurting herself.
It makes me cry when I
watch them but the tears rolling down my face meet the smile coming up. I thank
you for that, Sweet Deb. I thank you for that, Gentle Jeanne. I’m so incredibly
lucky to have been able to teach her fun and love and JOY. Having her was overwhelmingly worth losing her.
Now, more of a downer; I
don't know if I ever told you guys just where we were when
Igraine decided to go empirical test the law of gravity. We were at the Social
Security office to make an appointment to start a new claim. Moon went
with me to that appointment last Friday (09-09-13). I was told that,
having had a hearing with an Administrative Law Judge (ALJ) where that fucktard made an imbecilic ruling and despite
the fact that my well-dressed, expensive attorney was lazy AND in - fucking -
competent, I can no longer even APPLY for SSDI.
According to the
documents I got from my lawyer (I know I should have looked at them sooner
but life and crazy happened) the slimy, scuzz-sucking, maggot made my claim as
"back and neck pain". NOT that I’m a toothless, incontinent,
twitching, seizing, dangerous,
half-blind, half-deaf, half-crippled, ALL-crazy basket case with no sense of time, can't remember what day it is or be allowed out without a keeper, a
leash and a prong collar. No, no, NO; I’ve
got back owwies. I do but for now I’m way crazier than I am broken and the side effects
of my meds are getting pretty grisly. Well, the lawyer got his cut, so I
suppose it wasn't a total loss. I got what was left of my settlement money only AFTER I dropped my
appeal. If that seems like extortion that's because it was. I didn't want to but we were so broke it was that sell my blood
like a wino or a street junky.
MOTHER FUCK ON TOAST!
What the fuck did I do in
a previous life that this is my karmic retribution?
GODSDAMMIT, WHAT? Did I wash my hands? Was I Hitler? Or did I do something truly horrible; like invent polyester?
GODSDAMMIT, WHAT? Did I wash my hands? Was I Hitler? Or did I do something truly horrible; like invent polyester?
I swear to dogs (Rain,
Zeus and Grace to be precise), I went in determined to be nice and I was. Really!
You can ask Moon. However, I didn't stay that way. I asked reasonable
questions, although in an increasingly loud voice snarl. I told him that even though I’ve
been hosed on all sides and no longer qualified for SSDI; I was sure that
"all of the dozen or so towelheads in the waiting room would more than
qualify".
Yep, I played the racist
card and I don’t fucking care. There is a very large Somali community here that
not only doesn’t have to pay any taxes for 5 to 7 years; they are also given
grants of various shapes and sizes so they can start their own tax-free
businesses. In most public and/or educational facilities they request and GET
special rooms dedicated to only their religious needs; I guess
godless infidel cooties would contaminate their holiest of holies. It is NOT a
stereotype that some of them actually demanded and received special facilities
for foot washing so they wouldn't have to use the toilets anymore.
So, that errand to set up the appointment was all for naught. Had we not gone, there would have been no time or reason for Rain to take flight and bung herself up. Thus does my screwed up brain find a way to logically blame the government for killing my dog. Even I don't usually go that far but a + b does equal c.
Gods! I am so tired. How
did it all go so wrong? I don't go away from home much and I don't want to. All
I wanted was to live with my odd but loving little family of 2 -, 4 -, and no
feets and my baby girl dog. Now she's been taken from me and the country
that my father and others fought and bled for says I don't count. The normies
as well as the very people and agencies that are supposed to help me have
unanimously shit on me and made it clear that I should gratefully
accept the crumbs from their table but have the decency to be neither seen
nor heard.
As much as I’ve fought it
and beat it for months, I cut again last night. A lot. The shrinks say that it’s
a maladaptive coping mechanism that I’ve developed to deal with traumas. Yeah, so? There are a helluva lot of far more damaging or dangerous
maladaptive coping mechanisms. This one only hurts me. I don't know, maybe it's my teeth.
I’ve got a news flash for you superior but gutless, government hacks and clueless normals; you can continue to treat your armed forces, veterans and their families like turds in a punch bowl but sooner or later you might just hear them say; “Take our your own fucking garbage, Jack.”
So, I’ll end this epic the way it began, with a shitty day.
Friday, June 14, 2013
Well, DUH!
And now for something completely stupid.
I was channel surfing and hit The
Documentary Channel at just the right
moment. The show was "The Heretics," released in 2009; the
show's description blurb said "The second wave of the Women's Movement". So, the tide had changed on the first one? Who'da thunk it?
All of my adult life I have lived, worked and played in
what could be called (but not by me) "a mans world;" first in the Navy, in construction, as a security specialist, bartender and bouncer and even as a biker for a combined total of more than 35 years. Now, I don't
generally foam at the mouth in the first place but I tend to take care of any such "issues" myself though it hasn't been necessary much.
Of course, I don't see the mere existence of men as oppression, a threat or an affront to my position as a strong, empowered and fully-actualized "womyn" and "humyn being".
Of course, I don't see the mere existence of men as oppression, a threat or an affront to my position as a strong, empowered and fully-actualized "womyn" and "humyn being".
Blech!
Still, the topic is mildly interesting to me so I paused in my rather forlorn search for something not completely stultifying to watch/listen to while on the 'puter. Lo and behold, I heard perhaps the most inane utterance in the history of television. A documentarian (and member of the Lesbian Mafia or, at the very least, the East Coast chapter of The Foaming Feminists Sensitivity Circle AND their all "womyn" orchestra) was bemoaning how much the world has NOT changed.
"She speaks yet she says nothing; what of that?" so sayeth Saint William The Literate.
Brace yourselves, folks: the flannel queen spake the immortal words,
"Women are still looked at different than* men are."
Gee, ya think?
I just had to share this with my roomie about it; the first thing she said was exactly the same thing that I yelled at the TV; "We ARE different from* men!"
I figure the few minutes I was exposed to this shit made me lose at least a
dozen or so brain cells.
Toodles, kids.
* We're both grammar nazi's and this is one of our least favorite semi-illiterate screw ups.
Friday, May 10, 2013
MST HAS NO GENDER
the
face of mst: military
sexual trauma
President Obama recently addressed the issue of sexual assault in the armed services. This is in response to his statements.
Sexual assault is unacceptable anywhere, especially the armed
services. It must be exposed, discussed and steps taken to deal with it.
However, it's not only women who are the targets and victims.
There is a sick double standard at work, and sometimes women
perpetuate it even more than men do. In a way, the reality of sexual assault is
easier for women to handle in that isn't unexpected. It is NEVER easy for anyone
but from the day we're born we're taught that it's a possibility; whether it's
"don't talk to strangers," "be home before dark," or "no means no". From age 3
to 90 women know it can happen and, while it may not be fully effective, there
IS a system of sorts to help women deal with and recover from it, even in the
military.
However, men have almost nothing to help them understand both the
possibility and the actuality of sexual assault. Other than that shadowy
"stranger," who tells a young boy who to watch out for? Girls share among
themselves who to avoid; "don't be alone with Mr. sicko-pervo-freak, the english
teacher". Boys don't have that sort of "network" or support other than, which
coach likes to watch boys in the shower just a little too much.
As a victim or prisoner, there is virtually nothing that can be
done to a woman that cannot be done to a man. The mechanics vary
but the purpose and damage are the same if not worse.
Rape is about power and control. Sex is the weapon. Not gender.
Wednesday, March 6, 2013
Sed Quis Custodiet Ipsos Custodes
WAY TO GO, Senator. WAY TO GO!
I once swore to "...support and defend the Constitution of the United States against all enemies, foreign and domestic..."
Now, one of Obama's spit-licking sycophants has "... asserted the U.S. government [has] the legal authority to kill a U.S. citizen on American soil."
"Congress shall make no law [...] abridging
the freedom of speech, or of the press; or the right of the people peaceably to
assemble, and to petition the Government for a redress of
grievances."
Obama has signed H.R. 347, aka "First Amendment Rights Eradication Act," into law granting the Department of Homeland Security and the
Secret Service the authority to "abridge" our right to free speech.
Moreover, THEY define the circumstances under which they may do so.
It's now a felony to protest anywhere
someone under secret service protection may appear. Thus wiping out our freedom
of assembly and our right to call our government to account for violations of
our Constitutional rights.
Sadly, the Constitution I swore to defend is dead and the President has become an enemy "foreign and DOMESTIC".
The Constitution may be resuscitated but not while its assassin is President. Obama has violated his oath of office to "... PRESERVE, PROTECT AND DEFEND THE CONSTITUTION OF THE UNITED STATES." If there is any hope of regaining our Republic, he must be removed from office.
Sed quis custodiet ipsos custodes?
at the moment, not many.
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