Equal In The American Companionship … Except

•June 30, 2014 • 2 Comments

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Only Native Born

THERE IS NO RACIAL DISCRIMINATION

How inconvenient for those who wail that immigrants will be left out and feel discriminated against.

Is It Some Kind Of Snowjob?

•June 22, 2014 • 2 Comments

Ohhhh, a BIRTHER article.  Ohhhh … In a Colorado news source.  Whaaat?  And what is it about?

I’ll post a pink link, and screenshots of the article.  I expect this fellow to be hounded out of the human race tomorrow, poor bastard.

http://www.aspentimes.com/opinion/11849796-113/obama-american-manchurian-russians

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Lest we forget:

http://babel.hathitrust.org/cgi/pt?id=pur1.32754070182286;view=1up;seq=27

Frank

 Long-term view of history hummm …

Get The Politics Out Of It For A Minute

•June 20, 2014 • 1 Comment

 

Look, it’s complicated.  Drugs, kids, illegal shit and bogus birth certificates. 

Don’t try and put all your eggs in Sheriff Joe’s basket.  He isn’t a one stop shop, and this “birther” topic is different than anything this country has ever faced.  It really is.

We need to stop demanding a white knight, for this border issue, for the birther issue, for Tea Party issues and for Conservative issues.  

No, I am not lumping them all together, except that Standard Republicans and Communist Progressives alike … DO.

We have to remember that our differences are our common ground, and to be tolerant and work towards the one big goal.

Protecting American Liberty and Sovereignty. 

 

 

 

Oh Brother! Fuddy Bro Suing – Cites Unreasonable Risk

•June 9, 2014 • Leave a Comment

It’s Personal

•June 5, 2014 • 2 Comments

 

Some of you readers will recall that nearly a year back I ran into some health problems.

Like most people who are surprised to find they have a serious medical condition, I began a series of Doctor ordered tests and treatments, and multiple sessions of head scratchings.  A few preexisting issues were considered to have probably contributed to my sad state, and so more and different treatments were ordered to prepare me for a total abdominal hysterectomy.  It might not exactly be the cure, but it needed to be done regardless.  I had a fairly large benign fibroid tumor which, as it turns out, was causing a bit of trouble with random internal bleeding and smashing my internal works all out of place and shape.

I had the surgery three months back, and the room mate I got the 2nd night was a humdinger of a young urban-type woman.  Oh, the one the first night was awful too, but that was due to the poor woman’s condition, and wasn’t caused by society’s failure.

This particular young woman had come to the ER earlier in the day with pain and, as it turns out, was sent home after some inconclusive tests. She was back at the ER in serious pain by mid-evening. She had a ruptured ovarian cyst. So, the surgery was done on her and she was wheeled back into our shared quarters about 11 PM.

Simple surgery with just a few tiny incisions, so she would go home the next day.

She had no insurance, as she announced to everyone that came near her that evening and the next morning, and didn’t know how she would pay for any prescriptions!!! She also chatted up an aide who knew her, gabbing about the cool new “natural” Afro wig she had been wearing when she was admitted – and how she didn’t get the really good one ’cause that was $500. and she just couldn’t swing it.  That right there proves just how broke she really was.

Anyway, after being kept awake by her female friend who was playing a PORN movie LOUDLY on her smartphone at 2 AM,(and who ended up sleeping on the floor until 10:30 AM) I was privy to the process of her being signed up for obamacare – by a “financial advocate” the morning after her operation.  But first I was subjected – second hand and through the curtain – to the story of all the sexual positions she had engaged in before she suddenly felt the terrible shooting pains that turned out to be the result of the ruptured organ.  Yes, it was ruptured during a wild sex romp, and presumably while in pain, shortly after she had gone home from the ER in the afternoon.  These modern young women are tough as nails, and can screw their way through anything.

Before that process of being financially assisted began, the nurse found out the price of her prescriptions for her – around $100. Of course the dear girl didn’t have any money or insurance (which mysteriously didn’t stop her from having medical care and a surgery though, which I thought was the reason we all desperately needed obamacare) and she wailed that she would have to go without that needed medicine! The nurse told her that she could pick up the script at the hospital pharmacy today without paying anything and she would receive a bill in a month, which she would be able to make payments on.  Anyway, to shorten that part of the story, the nurse checked around and “found a program” which would cover all but $5.00 of the prescription bill. The young urban woman was happy.

So, in comes the Financial Advocate (AKA obamacare navigator), who proceeds to ask, in a stern voice, about a million questions. She had found about a dozen different addresses listed in the patient’s “ping”, different aliases, and shady employment histories. I got to listen to it all. The patient was even asked about sexually transmitted diseases – she had “VD” by the way – and a whole lot of other information with no attempt made to assure the privacy of the young urban woman or her personal information.

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I could have walked out of there and assumed her identity if I was so inclined. And had a “natural” Afro wig.

 

Remembering A WW2 Vet – My Grandfather

•May 26, 2014 • 1 Comment

I won’t write much, because he didn’t talk much about his time in the war.  It was fairly short, but from what he DID tell of it, it was action packed.  He made Sargent twice and got busted back down for getting into drunken brawls, but hey, who didn’t?  He rode on the top rail of one those transports, I think it’s called a Higgins boat, on his way to the beach on D-Day, and got yelled at to get down. 

He was in for about two years, and was wounded in the head in Feb. 1944. Not too badly wounded though, because he didn’t telegraph that he was coming home until September 1945.  I don’t know what he was doing when he was wounded, just that he caught shrapnel.

He said he never felt scared.  I REALLY believe that.  The only exception to his fearlessness was when they would get strafed – he said that would terrify him thoroughly.  

He said the men were always exhausted, having to work nearly around the clock most days.  He was a medic, so he found a place to hide out and catch some sleep.  He said that the dead were kept under a tarp and stacked up like cord-wood.  He would lift up the end of the tarp, crawl under it, lay down next to the dead solider on the bottom end of the stack, and sleep for an hour or two.

Grampy

Obviously I obscured some personal info, but no originals were hurt in the process

Columbia Card Carrier

•May 9, 2014 • 9 Comments

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So, how long has THIS been floating around out there?  He looks a bit older in this “ID” pic than in his various collage propaganda pics.

Whadda think?

HT/IOTW pink link

Seems like this must be one of those debunked things that has been filed away under “Photoshopped”.

Fill me in.

 
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