Monday, Monday

Fascinating! Unbelievable! True and sad! Mondays!

Why don’t you like Mondays?

  • Showdown with weekend hair?
  • Right foot does not feel like it did…Sunday night?
  • Blissful Wizard had a higher THC ratio then recommended?
  • Date night sex was sooo…good. Monday should be the ‘layover’ flight to climaxing, again…on Tuesday?

I have my reasons for disliking Mondays. Mostly, incendiary thoughts and punitive puns that I have been getting away with for more years than I care to admit.

But Monday can have many meanings for many people. Take the Bob Geldof and Brenda Spencer! One would think these two…

Bob Geldof…Band-Aid, Live-Aid, political activist and all around…good guy

Brenda Spencer…arguably, America’s first…mass shooter. Or, perhaps, better put, America’s first High Profile, Homegrown…Wack-job, who just did not like Mondays!

**On Monday, Jan. 29, 1979, a journalist from The San Diego Union Tribune got the quote of a lifetime from 17-year-old Brenda Ann Spencer.

“I don’t like Mondays,” she said. “This livens up the day.”

The “this,” she had been referring to was the fact that she had just fired 30 rounds of ammunition into an elementary school, and was now barricaded inside her home.

A little before 8 a.m. that morning, children began to line up outside Grover Cleveland Elementary School in San Diego, California. They were waiting for their principal to open up the gates so they could head inside.

Across the street, Brenda Ann Spencer was watching them from her home, a ramshackle house filled with empty alcohol bottles and a single mattress she shared with her father. As the children lined up outside the gate, Spencer took out the Ruger 10/22 semi-automatic .22 caliber rifle that she’d gotten as a Christmas gift. Then, she aimed it out the window and began firing.

The principal of the school, Burton Wragg was killed as he was trying to help the kids through the gates. A custodian, Mike Suchar was killed trying to pull a student to safety.

With little or no collaboration, Bob and Brenda, had a bond. And, that bond became the most horrifyingly, disgusting, panic stricken day of the week…Monday

Say, Brenda, ‘Tell Me Why You Don’t Like Mondays!’

The silicon chip inside her head gets switched to overload. And nobody’s gonna go to school today. She’s going to make them stay home.
And daddy doesn’t understand it.

He always said,

She is as good as gold.

And he can see no reason ’cause there are no reasons!

What reason do you need to be shown?

I don’t like Mondays! What other reason do you need to be shown?

The telex machine is kept so clean. And it types to a waiting world. Her mother feels so shocked. Father’s world is rocked! And their thoughts turn to their own little girl. Sweet 16 ain’t that peachy keen. No, it ain’t so neat to admit defeat. And all the playing has stopped in the playground now. She wants to play with the toys…awhile. And school is out early. Soon we will be learning the lesson today…

is how to die!

And then a bullhorn crackles and the captain tackles with the problems and the hows and the whys…

He can see no reason…No reason why…What reason does one need to die?

And, she says…she will speak her truth one more time..

I Do Not like…unequivocally…I Hate…Mondays!

Yankee Imperialism

Redemption Day

I have wept for those who suffer long. But how I weep for those who’ve gone into rooms of grief and questioned wrong.

But keep on killing! It is in the soul to feel such things.

But weak to watch without speaking!

Oh, what mercy sadness brings.

If god be willing. There is a train that is heading straight to heaven’s gate. And, on the way, child and man and woman wait, watch and wait…

For Redemption Day!

Fire rages in the streets and swallows everything it meets. It is just an image often seen on television.

Come leaders, come you women and men of great. Let us hear you pontificate! Your many virtues laid to waste. And, we are not listening! What do you have for us today? Throw us a bone but save the plate on why we waited ’til so late. Was there no oil to excavate? No riches in trade for the fate of every person who died in hate?
There is a train that is heading straight to heaven’s gate. And on the way, child and man and woman wait, watch and wait…

For Redemption Day.

It is buried in the countryside. It is exploding in the shells at night. It is everywhere a baby cries…

Freedom!

  • Johnny Cash/redemption day

If you follow the money and, the Untied States of America, will invade most anywhere!

Americans well-earned their reputation for “Yankee imperialism” through more than a century of military intervention in Latin America. Skeptics of Washington’s purported humanitarian intentions point to Venezuela’s 301 billion barrel oil reserves as a rich prize for American companies. https://www.cato.org/people/doug-bandow

In order to stay well oiled: Will America trade her pride of constitution…? Swapping it for her need to suffer nations?

Many Venezuelans can no longer afford beef or chicken. The government tried to make them eat rabbits. But no. Some invade zoos to carve up buffalo and horses. And many go hungry.
#dailymail.com

Secretary of State and later President John Quincy Adams appeared to foresee our world when he warned Americans not to go “abroad, in search of monsters to destroy” lest they risk their nation’s soul. The U.S. “might become the dictatress of the world” and “be no longer the ruler of her own spirit.” Which would be too high a price to pay.
https://www.cato.org/people/doug-bandow

Plastic Nation

On the turf, a coconut Slush puppy.

Receding from any new insults.

Melting with no specific rhythm…no sound.

Leaving in its aftermath…

100_1470summer’s last attempt of spreading debris at the base of a hump back tree.

Plastic Nation…this is it.

This is what we die for.

More, more, more.

 

Where Will Your Plastic Trash Go Now That China Doesn’t Want It?

 

 

Big Pharma Sucks!

My wife has an illness that requires one particular medication.  Not a medication similar in compound.  Not a medication somewhat comparable in it’s benefits.  Zyprexia provides her with the only relief.  How do we know?  Well, up until 10 years ago, her ‘team’ of doctors were still scratching their heads about her med regime.  In and out of different hospitalizations and different cocktails of pills: Were going to be a way of life for Megan.

Fortunately, as a last resort, Zyprexia was administered.  And, since then, she has had fewer and fewer inner conflicts and hospital stays.

Her medication cost about $500. each month!

My question is simple:  How much money is too much money?  Big Pharma, let us face it, has a strangle hold on society.  If one does not need medication to live.  They know someone that does.  We are a captive audience.  Where are elected officials?  Why is this not a disgrace to the nation as a, whole?

 

http://chng.it/hrdwkHvgMd:Stop Big Pharma’s Plot to Keep Drugs Unaffordable!

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jezebel.com/disability-rights-advocate-carrie-ann-lucas-dies

On Sunday, long-time disability rights activist and attorney Carrie Ann Lucas died from complications from an infection after she went into cardiac arrest, which resulted, according to her friends and family, from her insurance company’s denial of a necessary medication. She was 47.

Lucas, who had a rare form of muscular dystrophy and used a wheelchair as well as a ventilator, spent her life fighting for the rights of people with disabilities, from working to expand and protect the rights of parents with disabilities to advocating for increased health care access. She grew up in Windsor, Colorado and was a teacher and a pastor before becoming a lawyer. She founded the group Disabled Parents Rights, with the goal of assisting parents with disabilities, work that was informed by discrimination she experienced when she attempted to go through the adoption process. She also fought against passing physician-assisted suicide laws. In 2017, as a member of the disability rights group ADAPT, she was one of several people with disabilities who were arrested during a sit-in held in protest of Republicans’ planned cuts to Medicaid.

A February 24 post on her Facebook page states that Lucas “died after an arbitrary denial from an insurance company caused a plethora of health problems, exacerbating her disabilities and eventually leading to her premature death.” More details from the post:

Because Carrie Ann worked for the state, she had use state insurance which was primary ahead of her Medicare and Medicaid. In January of 2018 she got a cold which turned into a trach and lung infection. Her insurance company UnitedHealthcare, refused to pay for the one specific inhaled antibiotic that she really needed. She had to take a less effective drug and had a bad reaction to that drug. This created a cascade of problems, loss of function (including her speech). United Healthcare’s attempt to save $2,000 cost over $1 million in health care costs over the past year. This includes numerous hospitalizations, always involving the Intensive Care Unit which is par for the course for ventilator users.

In her final blog post from January, Lucas wrote about the impact of spending a significant portion of the past year in the hospital:

In the last nine months, I’ve spent a total of eight weeks in the hospital. Some hospitalizations were shorter, 2 and 3 days, and over a weekend. Others have been longer 8-, 9- and 10-day long grinds like this one. In these nine months, I left one hospital against medical advice to transfer myself to another hospital because of inadequate care, acquired additional infections from the hospital, and suffered more medical mistakes than I can count.

When confronted with these realities time and time again during hospitalizations, the trauma builds. One can only be told you are incorrect, only to have someone come back later and confirm you were correct so many times. One can only correct medical mistakes so many times. One can only handle the disruption in any sort of routine so long. The loss of autonomy and uncertainty in the hospital is trauma inducing. Each hospitalization is worse because I have not had enough time between hospitalizations to allow my emotions to recover. This trauma is unacknowledged by physicians, and they fail to understand how their actions and patterns are creating trauma which simply exacerbates the situation. Instead we patients are left in a puddle of tears with few tools to help ourselves because we have no control, and face only uncertainty.

In a remembrance from the Civil Rights Education and Enforcement Center, which gave Lucas an award in 2016, the group wrote: “Carrie may have been the only wheelchair-using Latina with a bumper sticker reading ‘just another disabled lesbian for Christ,’ dressed in camo, driving her trak-chair into the wilderness in search of the perfect photo.” The group added: “We are very grateful for all Carrie has taught us about disability rights and intersectionality, and for being a brilliant and hilarious colleague and friend.”

Lucas is survived by her four adopted children and her partner Dr. Kimberley Jackson. “She was an amazing person who dedicated her whole life to helping other people and I just miss her so much and so will the disability community,” Jackson told the Coloradoan. “We have a similar disability and she understood me like no one has before.”

A February 24 post on her Facebook page states that Lucas “died after an arbitrary denial from an insurance company caused a plethora of health problems, exacerbating her disabilities and eventually leading to her premature death.” More details from the post:

Because Carrie Ann worked for the state, she had use state insurance which was primary ahead of her Medicare and Medicaid. In January of 2018 she got a cold which turned into a trach and lung infection. Her insurance company UnitedHealthcare, refused to pay for the one specific inhaled antibiotic that she really needed. She had to take a less effective drug and had a bad reaction to that drug. This created a cascade of problems, loss of function (including her speech). United Healthcare’s attempt to save $2,000 cost over $1 million in health care costs over the past year. This includes numerous hospitalizations, always involving the Intensive Care Unit which is par for the course for ventilator users.

In her final blog post from January, Lucas wrote about the impact of spending a significant portion of the past year in the hospital:

In the last nine months, I’ve spent a total of eight weeks in the hospital. Some hospitalizations were shorter, 2 and 3 days, and over a weekend. Others have been longer 8-, 9- and 10-day long grinds like this one. In these nine months, I left one hospital against medical advice to transfer myself to another hospital because of inadequate care, acquired additional infections from the hospital, and suffered more medical mistakes than I can count.

When confronted with these realities time and time again during hospitalizations, the trauma builds. One can only be told you are incorrect, only to have someone come back later and confirm you were correct so many times. One can only correct medical mistakes so many times. One can only handle the disruption in any sort of routine so long. The loss of autonomy and uncertainty in the hospital is trauma inducing. Each hospitalization is worse because I have not had enough time between hospitalizations to allow my emotions to recover. This trauma is unacknowledged by physicians, and they fail to understand how their actions and patterns are creating trauma which simply exacerbates the situation. Instead we patients are left in a puddle of tears with few tools to help ourselves because we have no control, and face only uncertainty.

In a remembrance from the Civil Rights Education and Enforcement Center, which gave Lucas an award in 2016, the group wrote: “Carrie may have been the only wheelchair-using Latina with a bumper sticker reading ‘just another disabled lesbian for Christ,’ dressed in camo, driving her trak-chair into the wilderness in search of the perfect photo.” The group added: “We are very grateful for all Carrie has taught us about disability rights and intersectionality, and for being a brilliant and hilarious colleague and friend.”

Lucas is survived by her four adopted children and her partner Dr. Kimberley Jackson. “She was an amazing person who dedicated her whole life to helping other people and I just miss her so much and so will the disability community,” Jackson told the Coloradoan. “We have a similar disability and she understood me like no one has before.”

 

 

Lenny Bruce and Vet Tv

 

Can humor go too far?  Is a ‘good’ joke wasted on a particular few?  Those few who seem to have missed ‘punchlines’…when god was handing them out.  

Personally, I love a good slapstick.  And, my wife?  A good (I use the term loosely) rom-com, is her shtick. 

I discovered …Vet Tv

…as soon as the project got off the ground, critics honed in on what some called tasteless or downright toxic humor, raising questions about how best to reintegrate America’s ever-growing population of military veterans back into society. Are rape jokes and other gross gags crossing the boundaries of respectability really doing any good if they’re increasingly out of touch with the mainstream comedy? What kind of obligation does a network targeted at a narrow chunk of the population really have? And how much of content on the network is actually resonating with the country’s relatively diverse veteran population?

vice.com

However, a long ago era,  just before my time: offering not only ‘Cinnamon Girl’ by Neil Young but…the one and only Lenny Bruce!  There had been the same heated debate about comedy going to far!

I believe, as many do, in this #45 era, all that can be done is laugh.  Laughter combats the anger, the confusion.  It makes us all feel human again.  Does it really where the humor comes from?  As long as it helps us take life less seriously.

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