No one can have the truth get out there. It’s a justly perfect example of how our government does not work anymore. How our schools are crumbling in front of us. How the one percent is still winning. Just watch MSNBC and beyond all of that how we are going to hospitals and medical facilities to die and the one real natural high of a medicine is still illegal in most states.
Now a lot of the horrible republican and tea party bullshit as we already know is against woman, gays and woman who are lesbians oh and still race but it’s much more than that. Its women who refuse to let a man and politician decide what is right for her body. It’s about the piggy white arrogance which is running out of steam. Yep the pasty fat bellied assholes are going to fight tooth and nail and they are going to lose and remember they are fat and pasty so it won’t be pretty.
There will come a day when president Barack Obama will be considered one of the greatest leaders of this nation because he will not be drenched in misconduct and scandal. He is trying to fulfill his promises but it’s an uphill battle when the idiot squad denies all of his appointees.
He got run over by those against him and over Obamacare even though it was as it always is. He trusted a consulting group which delivered a product that isn’t ready. Hmmm… Who else does that and has for a while? Oh Microsoft, Apple and well most companies do some form of this, get the product out there and we’ll worry about the bugs later.
Yes I did, I compared the US government to computers, software monster companies because all these wonderful tools turned out to be first shooter games and Face fornicate Twit, and all the sites called social sites.
The list of accomplishments is profound and impressive but see, no one cares about the truth anymore. The truth is like a bitter wine taken out of the plastic beer jugs too earlier. We have technology that is beyond anything we could have ever imagined and three hundred million people are playing Candy Crush.
I have no idea if that number is even close, but I know a butt load of people do play it. I’ve played it, but then I am an addict. Is the world all addicted now and we only punish the ones who just want their voices heard.
I’m going back to the concepts and beliefs that are driven out of the absolute all and complete consciousness. I enjoyed that more than anything and Annie will pop in from time to time because she was always about the journey to consciousness and healing.
For me for a while and hopefully for the rest of my life, no more negative cow dung slung all over the nice white walls.
The doctor with the thick beard looks like he was with Indiana Jones and his laughter is so wonderful and infectious.
I have to be honest. When I am a prisoner in this room only being moved from here to dialysis three times a week and it’s a three and a half hour session which there may come a day when that will change for the better but for now this place, one of the finest hospitals in this broken nation, it just, it just makes me so sad.
To be stuck inside a mobile with the Plain City blues again.
The jolly bearded man was laughing and kept tapping my shoulder and saying, “We should know by Friday, there is nothing else we can do.”
I started thinking, “Did he say nothing we can do or nothing we will do to me? Both wouldn’t mean the same in our dialogue. Come on boy wonder think.” And it came to me that they actually could mean the same thing. Nothing we will do means the job is done. We have accomplished or…
I’m tired of being scared but now I am sick and recovering but for the now I am a prisoner of this horrible system of ours. None of the money people want a welfare boy and I don’t want to be here because there are people breathing down the doctor’s necks and the doctors will not jeopardize the patient’s health and safety. Somewhere in some place someone was smart enough to make sure the doctor was the last say and as a collective that it stayed around. What we will never get away from is the greedy ones and those who have no conscious and that can be an individual with four degrees and a couple doctorates.
What did he say? Not, can, not, can…
This started between seven and eight years ago when I tore my foot off hiking the Appalachian Mountains with John, my youngest brother and a place in Lima put it back on and they found MRSA which sent me to a nursing facility where I was hooked up to super antibiotics day in and day out.
I left there and tried to pick up the pieces and start a new life in Lima. I lived in a pay weekly motel which was like a hundred thirty a week but John paid them till I got a job and caught up. It took a year and a half for me to get approved Medicare and I should complain but now I am fighting with Medicaid and Medicaid makes Medicare look like a bald three legged eagle with a broken wing saying, “Watch me fly!” Medicaid is the reason the bird lost its leg and is blind.
There is no damn reason for things being as ridiculously confusing as they are. I consider myself smart and I don’t get any of it anymore. I think it’s because if they can keep us confused we will always be running into things and getting in trouble which brings on Big Brother because fun is no laughing matter.
My brother John, Tucker, John’s son and my brother TC came over for a visit and it’s so wonderful to see them but I let the sadness get in the way because I am so God damn sick and tired of being in this bed. It’s obvious that the stress is starting to wear on John and why wouldn’t he? He is moving our mother to Lima because she can’t live alone any more. I suppose it’s important that she knows this and she will be living a better quality life. I don’t know.
My job of course was early retirement, SSI and the new and growing flea market business.
The hike was a trip through heaven and hell for me. I remember at one point thinking to myself that they were going to have to airlift my dead far ass off of that damn mountain.
I used to always smile and say that the only people more degenerate than the flea people were carnies and I knew I had done both. Of course flea markets have been around forever but a new interest was in shopping in old bowling allies with a shit basket full of dangerously psychotic people and well yea the whole ninety-nine percent thing.
I take it back. We musician’s, painter’s, writer’s, artist’s, craftsperson’s and down to survivalist nut bag and all the angry vendors in-between are just as self-obsessed, egotistical, self-destructive beasts that will eat your children for the right amount of money like any carnie.
Now TC is going through his own struggles at around the age I did. Well I have been recycling this idiot stuff for years but there was a bought with it at fifty-four and it was a rough one. The getting so, so sick and that discussion in my early divorce days when Jon, TC and I were living the life of insane writer drunks but think John was the only person writing anything.
Oh I don’t know if I am tired or if the load is a heavy load.
Don’t get emotional, arrogant or pity me. Everything in my past is no longer a part of my life. Images are pulled up like looking at Salvador Dali. Every single time a new meaning arises so, take that now and walk away. Just like the past you also look to the future and don’t realize that you are missing what is going on right now. Think of the future as if it is Dali on LSD and you will be there forever but it will end soon but forever does not end.
How long will I be a prisoner in a nursing home? They have the rehab I need and my Medicare is good there.
c00l peace
hippy mike
love
spirit
eveything is groovy