Apparently nursing homes, at least nursing homes that rely on government funds and the process of robbing from the residents their funds and life savings have become havens for the drug and alcohol afflicted. I guess there aren’t any more treatment facilities anymore or at least that the majority can afford, so, just stick them with the crippled and old.
There seems to be a different kind of personality to the drug afflicted and alcohol drenched. There is a greater need to help each other, a very communal type of mindset. Don’t get me wrong they are doing this to assure that they will have rewards coming back to them but the whole process is the moving a good deed on up the ladder.
It’s a fascinating process to me and a little uncomfortable at the same time. My experience with clean and sober or using individuals was that it was not always a trusting situation. Those who were still using, which includes me, were not to be trusted at all. They were always looking for their next fix or drink. Now there seems to be a strange joining together to help with the users and the non-users. See once you became a non-user you were to have nothing to do with users and that has changed and there is a gentle more loving side to the whole thing now.
People seem to be getting on their own that communal living is the only way to go now that the government has sold us out to corporations. We no longer are governed by what was considered our government anymore. They don’t care or have time for the middle and lower class which is the majority of the people and they have put into place their safeguards to make sure we don’t rise us. We are all crippled in one way or another now.
We do not have the will to rise up against these evil forces, but, what we are doing is forming our own societies and communities and these are based on helping each other and I believe that once these groups of people come together as a force driven to change we will see miraculous things happen and they will happen with not a single shot fired. The takeover will be achieved by a peaceful army of those who have seen the darkness and is now walking into the light of day.
The majority of the nurses aides, both male and female, are of the African nations.
They are dedicated to their jobs and their families and hold on to a tremendous amount of their heritage.
The one night aide is a beautiful woman that speaks our English with a beautiful African dialect. She has been difficult to get to know. I’ve ask her questions and she is never openly ready to give answers. I don’t know if it might be because they all know I write all the time on the computer.
I ask her tonight why so many of the African people who come to this country find themselves in the nursing or aide fields. I also ask if, when they decided to come to this country if these were the jobs that were suggested.
She avoided answering both questions and just smiled at me saying, ‘No, no they didn’t suggest these jobs.”
Maybe that’s the answer. I get the feeling that it’s not.
Another early rise for me. Sunday morning.
Each day becomes more of a struggle.
I desperately hold onto the reality that is mine.
The reality that is this hell comes to attack over and over.
I must hold on. I cannot be defeated by this lingering death.
I have so much more to give to this life and to give to myself.
I want to take the sixties and celebrate with them every single day.
I cannot let this penetrating sleep defeat me.
I struggle every single God damn day.
Dreadful sleep, despicable sleep, deadly sleep, no more, no more.
The world did not become a better place when it became more informed. We have the world’s total wealth of information at our hands now and it still did not make this a better world.
We know what the truth is now and they still ignore us. They are powerful enough that even though we have shown them to be wrong they still are not made accountable.
All the information in the world has just made us dead to feel anything about it all. We don’t have the facilities or capabilities to care anymore. We just do not have the tools to do it anymore.
We are the zombie apocalypse and since we are all a part of it we didn’t even notice that it happened.
My roommate who whispers said in a very frayed and normal voice that the place was getting to him. He sounded shaky. Now this is a guy that is schizophrenic and he is telling me that the place is getting to him and he’s out of cigs till tomorrow. I wonder how concerned I should be. I hope I’m not part of the problem.
The fucking idiot in the room next to me that bangs on the walls and floor whenever someone closes my door and chants just bats shit crazy shit about called the police and the FBI is involved, etc. This creepy mother fucker bothers me more than anyone else in here. New girl was talking to me and Kat met her. She is on methadone and having her vagina packed whatever the hell that means but once again this place is nothing but junkies, drunks and those that are recovering all under the same roof.
Old Chester loves to show his pictures of him with the Columbus Police force. He says he used to work for the force. I told him I had pictures of me with police officers also. He got all excited. I then told him of course I had been in handcuffs at the time.
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hippy mike
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