It's storming ice and snow here now. Has been for a few hours. Then I remembered that the ramp to my front door can be a challenge when iced over. So, I slipped some clothes on over my bedclothes and made the arduous trip out to my shop where I stored the salt from last year.
I've gotta tell ya, sleet propelled by 50 mph wind striking you in the face is kind of like getting sand blasted. It's no fucking fun at all. But then, neither is begging the government to live up to its end of the military service agreement.
Ooops. Gotta go. A tree limb just came through my roof.
Oh, and fuck the VA and the USA.
Tuesday, December 25, 2012
Monday, December 24, 2012
New Directions
I know of at least one veteran who has gone on a hunger strike because the Veteran's Administration won't treat him. On day 3 now.
Sunday, December 23, 2012
Yep, that ought to fix everything!
Compounding my multitude of health problems, I have lost three significant others recently. I called my psychiatrist at the Veteran's Administration who told me to come ASAP for a review and augmentation of my anti-depressant therapy.
When I arrived, we spoke for a few minutes. Then, as if this were his prescription, he said, "I think you ought to go to church". He then said he'd see me again in four months.
Of course, I objected and he made some minor changes to my therapy.
I checked my "Pocket Constitution" real quick, just to be sure, and there under the First Amendment it read:
AMENDMENT I
Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof; or 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.
I find it highly offensive to hear an employee of a federal institution tell me that I need to go to church while acting in an official capacity.
Besides that, yeah, I'm sure chanting to some imaginary friend in the sky will fix everything!
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