So this begins with a series of email my mother sent me, emails of political or religious nature; her views and mine do not agree and so after receiving “one more” emotionally inflammatory and incorrect email, I send this as part of my email to her: “If you do not know for yourself that what you send me is true, please don’t send it. I have an Internet connection and in about 10 minutes, I will have checked it on snopes.com for blatant lies and then sought out reputable (and not paid for by the Koch Brothers or their ilk) sources for the questionable stuff. You can thank my husband for my new political awareness but can only blame yourself for my inability to swallow horse manure. Especially when it’s delivered in such grand, large portions.
Republicans AND Democrats will lie to the public. I acknowledge this, which is why I get most of my news from the UK, Reuters or Al-Jazheera. Most politicians no longer represent their constituency; they serve corporate masters. Frankly, the Republicans win the prize for the most blatant disregard of the people they are supposed to be serving (See: OH, NC and TX, and their questionable actions in bringing in some of the most stringent, draconian anti-abortion laws, in direct challenge to Roe v. Wade). And if you think Mr. Obama hasn’t done what he should have in 6 years, you can blame that on the intransigent, intractable, immovable Republicans in the Congress. ”
We had reached the point at least a year prior where I had asked her to stop spamming (mass mailing) or particularly sending me religious posts. So this email, pointing out the errors of her email and asking her to stop sending it is dated July 10. Well, here’s what followed:
July 22 (hers is in black, my reply is in red. Please note that I really try to get off these topics with her.)
YOU KNOW THIS WOULD PUT U S BACK IN THE BLACK BUT NO POLITICIAN WOULD DARE SUGGEST ANY OF THE CHANGES. I LIKE IT WHAT DO YOU THINK ?
|“IF YOU CAN’T FIX IT WITH A HAMMER, YOU’VE GOT AN ELECTRICAL PROBLEM”
WRITTEN BY A 21 YEAR OLD FEMALE – Wow, this girl has a great plan! Love the last thing she would do the best.This was written by a 21 yr old female who gets it. It’s her future she’s worried about and this is how she feels about the social welfare big government state that she’s being forced to live in! These solutions are just common sense in her opinion.
This was in the Waco Tribune Herald, Waco , TX
PUT ME IN CHARGE . . .
Put me in charge of food stamps. I’d get rid of Lone Star cards; no cash for Ding Dongs or Ho Ho’s, just money for 50-pound bags of rice and beans, blocks of cheese and all the powdered milk you can haul away. If you want steak and frozen pizza, then get a job.
Rice, beans, cheese and powdered milk are NOT a balanced or healthy diet. Poor people are fat because they have to buy the food they can afford, which is often carbohydrate intensive and lacking in basic nutrition. This also leads to health issues like diabetes and heart disease, increasing their cost to the Government through Medicaid or Medicare. I am very grateful that we receive food stamps and that I can shop for the food I eat, regardless of what other people think about my choices. And I am not “wasting” that Government benefit when I buy not only steak, but grass fed, pastured beef steak. I am buying the healthiest food possible and food stamps help us stretch our food budget and still have a healthy, balanced diet. I shudder to think what we would look like if we lived on rice, beans, cheese and powdered milk.
Put me in charge of Medicaid. The first thing I’d do is to get women Norplant birth control implants or tubal legations. Then, we’ll test recipients for drugs, alcohol, and nicotine. If you want to reproduce or use drugs, alcohol, or smoke, then get a job.
This is right up there with sterilizing the mentally retarded. And Florida has already proven that testing the welfare recipients cost a lot more money than the two (yes, TWO) who failed the test are costing the system.
Now I have the interesting problem of getting almost all of my meds through the VA–except for one of my fibro med, arguably the most important, because it’s “not on their formulary”, so they don’t dispense it. I have a prescription for it, so once again, we will have to pay for it if I am to take it. Just one more item to come out of Beloved’s SSDI check, our only source of income at the moment. And Beloved is now without health insurance until his Medicare kicks in, August 2014. His head meds are paid for, through the free clinic. But what about his pain meds, his gout meds, his high blood pressure pills? His prescription acid reflux medication? We will also be paying for those as we can, and hoping that the free clinic will be able to give us most of them. But we’re not counting on it.
Incidentally, there are NO “Welfare Queens”, living off the system and laughing it up at taxpayer’s expense. This is a fabrication, made up by people who think ANY government involvement in our lives is unacceptable–and these same people are usually benefiting in some way from a government program of some sort…ironic.
Yes, sometimes welfare recipients get more money than minimum wage workers. That’s because the minimum wage is NOT a living wage, and welfare is at least trying to provide enough money to LIVE on. So “getting a job” might actually mean a standard of living LOWER than being on welfare. And that is called “poverty”, which nearly HALF of the citizens of this nation live in or at the ragged edge, due partly because minimum wage is NOT a living wage. The average minimum wage earner must work a 67 hour work week in order to “afford” the necessities of life.
Put me in charge of government housing. Ever live in a military barracks? You will maintain our property in a clean and good state of repair. Your home” will be subject to inspections anytime and possessions will be inventoried. If you want a plasma TV or Xbox 360, then get a job and your own place.
And here is where this “21 year old female” shows her complete lack of “real world” living. First off, there is not enough military housing to accommodate the welfare recipients. Secondly, this seems an awful lot like rounding up the “undesirables” and putting them into concentration camps. Separate them, keep them from the rest of society. Make sure they NEVER can integrate with the “rest of us”. They don’t “deserve” it. REALLY? People do NOT choose to be on welfare; it’s simply NOT this program that allows you to live like royalty without some effort on your part. Most people who have to use welfare are off of it within a year. Whoopi Goldberg received welfare; J K Rowling also received the comparable British governmental payments before she wrote “Harry Potter”. It’s not a “hand out”, it’s a “hand up” and it needs to be given with respect and dignity, to help those who need it and to guide them being able to “get a job” (that will pay a living wage; NOT a job at Wal-Mart where they will make about $8/hour AND receive training in how to apply for Social Services in their town. EACH Wal-Mart store costs the government $900,000 in food stamps and other Social Services BECAUSE they refuse to pay their employees a LIVING wage. And ALL of the Walton heirs are amongst the top 1% of the richest people in this nation. How do they sleep at night? Apparently very well, secure that they will have more money than they ever know what to do with… Incidentally, at least here in VA, Beloved and I are NOT eligible for welfare because we do not have any children. And before you think that’s just more reason to sterilize welfare recipients, be aware that ONE IN FOUR — TWENTY-FIVE PERCENT — of the children in this nation go to bed hungry because their parents can’t feed them. We are a Third World country, with a decimated “middle class” and the most unequal wealth distribution in history–and Fox News and their ilk will NOT report this, and the corporate propaganda machines will continue to churn out “Hooray USA” because they don’t want you to realize that everything that made this country great has gone to Hell in a hand basket. All it takes is a little research and awareness of what is going on around you–look at the people you see in the grocery stores, at the mall… Look at the people who are walking along the streets, go down to the Social Services offices and watch to see what kind of citizen goes in. I know here, in our Social Services, it’s predominately white, but there’s young and old, male and female, married, with children or without, every demographic is well represented–except of course for the wealthy. Why are more people applying to welfare? Because so many employers have refused to pay a LIVING wage (different than the minimum wage, and the Koch Brothers are working to get rid of the minimum wage) that in order to feed their children, they must go on welfare. They can’t afford childcare for the 67 hours they’d have to work to get enough money to live on. And don’t say, “Well, they shouldn’t have had children.” You did. And what if, when Lowell was 3 or 4, Dad had lost his job and all he could get was something that paid, oh let’s say $3.75 per hour. We couldn’t have lived on that–and like you, most of these people had their children when they had a job and thought they would be able to afford a family. You don’t know the circumstances and to make a blanket statement about (essentially) sterilizing them and denying them the choice…is completely wrong. Offer birth control, teach how family planning is the best way to take care of your family…but to mandate surgical procedures to get money? Ummm, NO.
In addition, you will either present a check stub from a job each week or you will report to a “government” job. It may be cleaning the roadways of trash, painting and repairing public housing, whatever we find for you. We will sell your 22 inch rims and low profile tires and your blasting stereo and speakers and put that money toward the “common good..”
I actually have no problem with “workfare”–but I would also take it beyond just making them clean public buildings. I would offer job training and help in job placement. So why aren’t more of them getting jobs? Oh that’s right, many of the jobs that used to be here in the US are now in China. Or Malaysia, or some place else where labor is cheap and there aren’t things like governmental interference and mandated “minimum wages”. We used to be a country that manufactured stuff…not any more. We are a service economy which will inevitably fail. And people on welfare are doing their best to put food on the table and cloths on their backs, trying to keep a roof over their heads. They don’t have a lot of “free money” to purchase services. And it’s not just people on welfare… it’s also those who are barely making ends meet, working longer and harder hours than anyone else in the so-called “First World”, who live in a world of revolving debt, trying to maintain some fiction of having money and those “services” the middle class can afford. Except that our middle class is dying, squeezed to death by the corporations (“And aren’t you glad that you have a job in these tough economic times?” — Beloved was asked this at work, so I’m not making it up…it really does get asked) and there’s no end in sight because “corporations are people”.
Before you write that I’ve violated someone’s rights, realize that all of the above is voluntary. If you want our money, accept our rules Before you say that this would be “demeaning” and ruin their “self esteem,” consider that it wasn’t that long ago that taking someone else’s money for doing absolutely nothing was demeaning and lowered self esteem. If we are expected to pay for other people’s mistakes we should at least attempt to make them learn from their bad choices. The current system rewards them for continuing to make bad choices.
Once again, the author shows her complete ignorance of why people are on welfare, need Medicaid, are using food stamps. It’s not about mistakes…it’s about “shit happens” and sometimes you need help–that does NOT come from religious institutions or your neighbors and family. While many religious groups do offer food pantries or some limited amount of money (a one time payment for rent, for example), they are not set up primarily to aid the poor and can require a certain agreement on the part of the recipients to also participate in their particular religious life. In other words, you have to “be like us” to be given “our” help. The same lack of consistent funds is true for family and neighbors–if you even know your neighbors and live close enough to your family to even make their care possible.
Neither of us is in a position to help the other, for example–no matter how much we want to, our situations preclude any meaningful amount of help. It’s not like we could move in with you, or you with us; our budgets do not include sending a check to the other. And that’s okay, because there is a source of consistent and available income IF you qualify…and we have to re-qualify on a regular basis. So the idea that we could be rich on welfare…doesn’t exist. There are all kinds of checks and measures to ensure that no one can, simply because of the rumor of the “welfare queen”.
Beloved and I have a friend who has received an SSDI check his entire life; he is not mentally capable of taking care of himself. He gets a check for a whopping $400 PER MONTH. That’s ALL he gets to live on. He AND his mother get food stamps…$16 per month. For both of them. HE is the kind of person more likely to be on government subsistence and it’s not enough. He can’t own too much, or they’ll take away some of that enormous check he gets. (Sarcasm!) He has walked from Manassas to Richmond because of paperwork requirements for his “free government hand out”. He’s been on this system for almost 20 years…and he will tell you that he has NEVER met that “welfare queen” –and he’s seen a LOT of welfare recipients. If you know where that money is being handed out, let us know, because we’ll take him and go get some for ourselves.
AND While you are on Gov’t subsistence, you no longer can VOTE! Yes, that is correct. For you to vote would be a conflict of interest. You will voluntarily remove yourself from voting while you are receiving a Gov’t welfare check. If you want to vote, then get a job.
This part is particularly stupid and demeaning. Voting is a RIGHT and unless you have been found guilty of breaking the law, with your rights suspended as a result of that verdict, NO ONE can just “remove” your rights. Which is really what this girl is talking about: removing your right to have a family (“Life, Liberty and the Pursuit of Happiness”); removing your right to live where you please, removing your right to elect the very people who are overseeing the programs that you count on and are a part of. I would think that gives you an even stronger incentive to vote. People on welfare are a part of our society, and we need adequate representation of EVERY person in the elections, not just angry, old, white men who seem determined to remove everyone else’s rights. (And this young woman, who I am willing to be someone who has never had to worry about where her next meal was coming from, or that her employer wouldn’t pay her a living wage so that she could afford to live on her own–most of the apartments in this area are set up for a “housemates’ situation–because NO ONE can afford to live around here on their own.)
Now, if you have the guts – PASS IT ON…I WOULD REALLY LIKE TO GET THIS BACK, IF EVERYONE SENDS IT, I WILL GET OVER 220 BACK!!! I WOULD KNOW YOU SENT IT ON!!!
Ummm NO. I won’t, and not because I lack guts. I sent it back to you with MY opinions–and cited evidence where necessary, didn’t I? It reads easy, seems like a good answer to the problems (if “welfare queens” were real, anyways) and she appeals to the mob sentiment of “we” don’t need these programs, but “they” do, so we have to control “them” and limit what they might actually receive. Well, I am a part of “them”. I NEED food stamps and I wish I could have medical assurance that I would receive ALL the medications my doctor(s) think I need–and Beloved, too. He is on SSDI, arguably a form of Social Security, but he has not paid into it his entire life–just the first 20 some years. So odds are good that he will be paid more “out” than he put “in”. And we NEED that money. It’s all we have right now, and $1350 doesn’t go far when your rent is $800. Part of the reason we’re moving to Eureka is the cost of living is 30-40% LOWER than here in VA. So our limited and set income will cover more of our costs. There is every indication that I will also be approved for SSDI–and I haven’t paid in very much at all, comparatively. And when we get to Eureka, we will RE-apply for food stamps (indications are that we will have to wait a year, to establish residency)…and we may not need to if we find that we can get through that year without them. When Peter was still in the military, we were VERY eligible for food stamps–but we chose not to get them because we knew that we could live on what he was making. That’s not so true now, which is not just a shame, but a damned shame to say about active duty military people–like William and Maria.
I would offer this suggestion: please stop sending me political propaganda of any sort, and I’ll stop correcting it with cited sources and sending it back. Just so we’re clear on this, I voted for Mr. Obama; I don’t think he’s somehow infallible–he’s a politician and has his own failings–but I do think that he was a MUCH better choice than that man with an elevator for his cars and the idea that an income of $250,000 per year is “middle class”(Source for actual statistics of “middle class” is wikipedia, here: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/American_middle_class where there is a table down the page comparing various demographs…and NO WHERE on that chart does the number 250,000 appear. Talk about “out of touch” with the average American.)
Regardless of your views on abortion, the very notion that a roomful of old white men should be making ANY decisions about a woman and her medical choices is outrageous–and dangerous. This whole anti-choice program is merely the start to remove HUMAN rights, beginning with females. We have already effectively lost many of our 4th Amendment rights thanks to the Patriot Act…which is somehow not very Patriotic but much more about taking away the citizens’ rights. In the meantime, more and more rights are being handed to corporations–don’t even start me on Monsanto, which I consider to be the most evil thing in the Universe at this point in time. Like our individual choices about religion, politics is an area that we will probably not agree on, so it’s just better to let it go.
And then began the veritable flood of religious and political emails, as offensive as they could get:
|(Picture)F R O G… we all need one.
I do hope this returns to ME the sender! Isn’t the little green guy sort of cute?(Picture)
I was told a story about a lady in the hospital who was near death, when a Chaplain came to visit her.This Chaplain was a young female, with long blond hair. She listened to the lady who was ill and left her a small gift for comfort, a tiny ceramic frog.The next day a friend from church came to visit.The lady told her friend about the beautiful young Chaplain who had come to visit her. The friend was so impressed with the way her friend had improved and felt the need to talk to the young Chaplain. In her search to find the young girl, she was repeatedly reassured that their chaplains are never very young, and that there was never a girl that fit the description given.
“Forever Rely On God”
To The World You Might Be One Person;
which means you are a great friend!!
You will BE BLESSED if you send this to more people.
IN GOD WE TRUST
The Lord says when 2 or more are gathered in My Name, there I will be also!!! Let’s see how far this goes. Please pass this on…
Please God… please Bless America again.
GOD BLESS AMERICA , PLEASE, HELP KEEP THIS COUNTRY FREE
Then this arrived:
Subject: A country Founded by Geniouses but Run by Idiots
Attributed to Jeff Foxworthy:
If you can get arrested for hunting or fishing without a license, but not for entering and remaining in the country illegally — you might live in a nation that …was founded by geniuses but is run by idiots.
If you have to get your parents’ permission to go on a field trip or to take an aspirin in school, but not to get an abortion — you might live in a nation that was founded by geniuses but is run by idiots.
If you MUST show your identification to board an airplane, cash a check, buy liquor, or check out a library book and rent a video, but not to vote for who runs the government — you might live in a nation that was founded by geniuses but is run by idiots.
If the government wants to prevent stable, law-abiding citizens from owning gun magazines that hold more than ten rounds, but gives twenty F-16 fighter jets to the crazy new leaders in Egypt — you might live in a nation that was founded by geniuses but is run by idiots.
If, in the nation’s largest city, you can buy two 16-ounce sodas, but not one 24-ounce soda, because 24-ounces of a sugary drink might make you fat — you might live in a nation that was founded by geniuses but is run by idiots.
If an 80-year-old woman or a three-year-old girl who is confined to a wheelchair can be strip-searched by the TSA at the airport, but a woman in a burka or a hijab is only subject to having her neck and head searched — you might live in a nation that was founded by geniuses but is run by idiots.
If your government believes that the best way to eradicate trillions of dollars of debt is to spend trillions more — you might live in a nation that was founded by geniuses but is run by idiots.
If a seven-year-old boy can be thrown out of school for saying his teacher is “cute,” but hosting a sexual exploration or diversity class in grade school is perfectly acceptable — you might live in a nation that was founded by geniuses but is run by idiots.
If hard work and success are met with higher taxes and more government regulation and intrusion, while not working is rewarded with Food Stamps, WIC checks, Medicaid benefits, subsidized housing, and free cell phones — you might live in a nation that was founded by geniuses but is run by idiots.
If the government’s plan for getting people back to work is to provide incentives for not working, by granting 99 weeks of unemployment checks, without any requirement to prove that gainful employment was diligently sought, but couldn’t be found — you might live in a nation that was founded by geniuses but is run by idiots.
If you pay your mortgage faithfully, denying yourself the newest big-screen TV, while your neighbor buys iPhones, time shares, a wall-sized do-it-all plasma screen TV and new cars, and the government forgives his debt when he defaults on his mortgage — you might live in a nation that was founded by geniuses but is run by idiots.
If being stripped of your Constitutional right to defend yourself makes you more “safe” according to the government — you might live in a nation that was founded by geniuses but is run by idiots.
What a country!
How about we give God a reason to continue blessing America!
Then I had to deal with this:
67 years later!
What happened to the radiation that lasts thousands of years?
We all know that Hiroshima and Nagasaki were destroyed in August 1945 after the explosion of atomic bombs.
However, we know little about the progress made by the people of that land during the past 67 years.
HIROSHIMA – 67 YEARS LATER
|(Series of pictures, all modern and fabulous looking)DETROIT- 65 YEARS AFTER HIROSHIMA
(Series of Pictures, all decrepit and ruined)
What has caused more long term destruction – the A-bomb, or Government welfare programs created to buy the
Japan does not have a welfare system. (That is an out and out lie: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Welfare_in_Japan )
These are possibly the 5 best (BIGGEST LIES) sentences you’ll ever read and all applicable to this experiment:
1. You cannot legislate the poor into prosperity by legislating the wealthy out of prosperity.
Next, I had to read this:
OMG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (Which I sincerely doubt my mother even knows what it means, since she does not “take the Lord’s name in vain”)
Then this, while interesting, not going to change my religious views:
Subject: God vs. Science–thought provoking! Read until the very surprise ending.
This one has been around many times but is still good.
Don’t give up on this one too soon – it does an about face. 🙂
| God vs. Science
And knowing that we are moving to Eureka CA in November, she sends this “joke”:
The Governor of California is jogging with his dog along a nature trail.
A coyote jumps out and attacks the Governor’s dog, then bites the Governor.
1. The Governor starts to intervene, but reflects upon the movie “Bambi” and then realizes he should stop because the coyote is only doing what is natural.
2. He calls animal control. Animal Control captures the coyote and bills the State $200 testing it for diseases and $500 for relocating it.
3. He calls a veterinarian. The vet collects the dead dog and bills the State $200 testing it for diseases.
4. The Governor goes to hospital and spends $3,500 getting checked for diseases from the coyote and on getting his bite wound bandaged.
5. The running trail gets shut down for 6 months while Fish & Game conducts a $100,000 survey to make sure the area is now free of dangerous animals.
6. The Governor spends $50,000 in state funds implementing a “coyote awareness program” for residents of the area.
7. The State Legislature spends $2 million to study how to better treat rabies and how to permanently eradicate the disease throughout the world.
8. The Governor’s security agent is fired for not stopping the attack. The State spends $150,000 to hire and train a new agent with additional special training re: the nature of coyotes.
9. PETA protests the coyote’s relocation and files a $5 million suit against the State.
The Governor of Texas is jogging with his dog along a nature trail. A Coyote jumps out and attacks his dog.
1. The Governor shoots the coyote with his State-issued pistol and keeps jogging. The Governor has spent $0.50 on a .45 ACP hollow point cartridge.
2. The Buzzards eat the dead coyote.
And that, my friends, is why California is broke (NOT TRUE) and Texas is not. (BUT TAKING ALL OF THE FEDERAL MONEY IT CAN; PROBABLY THE MOST GRABBY OF ALL THE STATES)
Stupid Email that only shows racism and disrespect/hatred of Mr. Obama:
Subject: Let’s Move to Mexico
Dear President Obama:
I’m planning to move my family and extended family into Mexico for my health, and I would like to ask you to assist me. We’re planning to simply walk across the border from the U.S. into Mexico , and we’ll need your help to make a few arrangements. We plan to skip all the legal stuff like visas, passports, immigration quotas and laws. I’m sure they handle those things the same way you do here. So, would you mind telling your buddy, President Pena Nieto, that I’m on my way over?
Please let him know that I will be expecting the following:
1. Free medical care for my entire family.
2. English-speaking government bureaucrats for all services I might need, whether I use them or not.
3. Please print all Mexican Government forms in English.
4. I want my grandkids to be taught Spanish by English-speaking (bi-lingual) teachers.
5. Tell their schools they need to include classes on American culture and history.
6. I want my grandkids to see the American flag on one of the flag poles at their school.
7. Please plan to feed my grandkids at school for both breakfast and lunch.
8. I will need a local Mexican driver’s license so I can get easy access to government services.
9. I do plan to get a car and drive in Mexico , but I don’t plan to purchase car insurance, and I probably won’t make any special effort to learn local traffic laws.
10. In case one of the Mexican police officers does not get the memo from their president to leave me alone, please be sure that every patrol car has at least one English-speaking officer.
11. I plan to fly the U.S. flag from my housetop, put U S. flag decals on my car, and have a gigantic celebration on July 4th. I do not want any complaints or negative comments from the locals.
12. I would also like to have a nice job without paying any taxes, or have any labor or tax laws enforced on any business I may start.
13. Please have the president tell all the Mexican people to be extremely nice and never say critical things about me or my family, or about the strain we might place on their economy.
14. I want to receive free food stamps.
15. Naturally, I’ll expect free rent subsidies.
16. I’ll need income tax credits so that although I don’t pay Mexican taxes, I’ll receive money from the government.
17. Please arrange it so that the Mexican Government pays $4,500.00 to help me buy a new car.
18. Oh yes, I almost forgot, please enroll me free into the Mexican Social Security program so that I’ll get a monthly income in retirement.
I know this is an easy request because you already do all these things for all his people who walk over to the U.S. from Mexico . I am sure that President Nieto won’t mind returning the favor if you ask him nicely.
Thank you so much for your kind help. You’re the man!!!
And then her best, most offensive and disgusting email arrived. SO many lies and half-truths, so much vitriol and hatred towards LGBT community….I could barely read the first part before I had to just send her another email, slightly less polite.
Brilliance in Three Parts
A. Back off and let those men who want to marry men, marry men.
B. Allow those women who want to marry women, marry women.
C. Allow those folks who want to abort their babies, abort their babies.
D. In three generations, there will be no Democrats.
I love it when a plan comes together!
10 Poorest Cities in America and how did it happen?
City, State, % of People Below the Poverty Level
1. Detroit , MI 32.5%
2. Buffalo , NY 29.9%
3. Cincinnati , OH 27.8%
4. Cleveland , OH 27.0%
5. Miami , FL 26.9%
5. St. Louis , MO 26.8%
7. El Paso , TX 26.4%
8. Milwaukee , WI 26.2%
9. Philadelphia , PA 25.1%
10. Newark , NJ 24.2%
What do the top ten cities (over 250,000) with the highest poverty rate all have in common?
Detroit , MI (1st on the poverty rate list) hasn’t elected a Republican mayor since 1961
Buffalo , NY (2nd) hasn’t elected one since 1954
Cincinnati , OH – (3rd) since 1984
Cleveland , OH – (4th) since 1989
Miami , FL – (5th) has never had a Republican mayor
St. Louis , MO – (6th) since 1949
El Paso , TX – (7th) has never had a Republican mayor
Milwaukee , WI – (8th) since 1908
Philadelphia , PA – (9th) since 1952
Newark , NJ – (10th) since 1907
Einstein once said, ‘The definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results.’
It is the poor who habitually elect Democrats . . . yet they are still POOR.
Part III A MESSAGE TO PRESIDENT OBAMA—FROM ANOTHER PRESIDENT.
“You cannot help the poor by destroying the rich.
You cannot strengthen the weak by weakening the strong.
You cannot bring about prosperity by discouraging thrift.
You cannot lift the wage earner up by pulling the wage payer down.
You cannot further the brotherhood of man by inciting class hatred.
You cannot build character and courage by taking away people’s initiative and independence.
You cannot help people permanently by doing for them, what they could and should do for themselves.”
. . . . Abraham Lincoln
“I’ve tried to ask nicely. Now I am telling you. DO NOT SEND ME THIS KIND OF STUFF. I have tried to point out to you that I do not hold the same political views and that I find this offensive–and having told you that, I find this not only offensive, but incredibly, thoughtlessly, purposefully offensive. I consider sending me stuff like this the same as sending me the nastiest dirtiest porn you can find–and frankly, I’d prefer that.
I lack the energy to deal with continual assaults on my beliefs–religious, political or otherwise, especially when those attacks consist of biased opinion, slanted evaluations and unthinking bigotry, fear, hate, xenophobia, and religious zealotry. And I will stop reading emails that affect me this way. Which means that I will stop reading YOUR emails if they contain that kind of material. And if I can’t tell from the subject line and open them to find it, well then I will have to stop reading ALL of your emails.
I really don’t want to have to do this, but as I said, I have tried asking nicely.
Send me emails that talk about what you and Dad are doing, what you made for dinner, who you had over for lunch. Tell me about what’s going on in the neighborhood, your health…in fact, talk about ANYTHING but politics and religion. “
Called to let them know that Beloved was in hospital: Aug 4. Got a dressing-down (chastisement) from my FATHER about how I had talked (written) to my MOTHER. NOT A WORD ABOUT BELOVED: NO INQUIRIES ABOUT HIS HEALTH, HOW I WAS HOLDING UP, NOTHING. Just an old fashioned “talking to”.
So on Aug 5 I sent this email to my mother:
Just letting you that Beloved is in surgery for an endoscopy and they are looking for both growths and lesions.Then it’s probably real surgery to remove the gall bladder because he also has a 3cm gallstone.
I called and told Dad but getting a lecture about how I had spoken to you was both insensitive and not appropriate at that time. I am an adult now and frankly, I spoke to you as I would have to anyone who persisted in sending me the emails that you had. I am not a child to be reprimanded for not agreeing with you. If this is a problem for you, then it is your problem not mine. So how much we communicate is up to you.
And right now, I am dealing with my husband being in the hospital and am having all my support being friends and HIS family. It’s up to you. K (And it’s now the 8th and I haven’t heard a word from her.)
I really could have gone my whole life not knowing that my parents were so wrapped up in their religious and political views that they have lost all emotional and sympathetic connections to other people. I have said for years that my parents shouldn’t have had children, as they really don’t like them…but I did not understand that the dislike went this deep. Coming on top of a week of my dearly Beloved being so ill was devastating.
I had a friend who might have been more than a friend but we never had the chance to find out because he died of stomach cancer 8 or 9 months after we met. His last words to me were “I love you”. Having worked in the medical field as a nurse’s aide for 5 years, “looking for growths” has a fuller, more dreadful meaning to me: looking for cancer is the true explanation. I was terrified I’d come back to find Beloved diagnosed with that cancer and I’d lose him.
I did not need to deal with the psychology of parents who couldn’t even offer sympathy…on the other hand, it cuts that frayed cord just that much more. I haven’t seen them in almost 4 years; we talk barely once a month. We are polite strangers and the truth is now easier to face than it was and it really boils down to this: if you weren’t related to this person, would you tolerate their behavior? (Answer: No, I would not.)
All that matters now is that my sweet Beloved is home, getting better and preparing for outpatient gall bladder removal. He wants to mount the 3 cm gall stone (that really is the size of a golf ball, you know) and beneath the stone have a plaque that reads “That’s no space station, that’s a gall stone!” And we’re still going to Eureka, especially now that my stupid LTD insurance has FINALLY kicked in…oh, guess we were wrong, we’ll reverse the decision and pay it out–and since Fibro is no longer a ‘self-diagnosed’ disease, that means a pay out of not just 2 years…but 5. Suck that!
I have what truly matters: a man who loves me as much as I love him; friends and my chosen family that are concerned and have been so kind and eager to help this week; and 3 months to get ready to move. Thanks to all for the good thoughts and positive, healing energy. Let’s keep that up for his surgery. And blessings to those who understand the whole blessing process.
UPDATE: I am seriously going through the Kubler-Ross steps of grieving: Anger, depression, denial, bargaining and acceptance. My parents, in their own way, have made this easier if I just go with the fact that they are old, and therefore, treat them as if they had died–and in their own way, they have died to me.
Makes it REAL easy to get rid of MORE things before moving, as I no longer have to acknowledge possession of this item or that and I feel no remorse or pain in getting rid of “heirloom” items. Indeed, I will see just how much money I can get for them. I do not need them any more to remind me of the fantasy I’ve been holding onto. I don’t need to justify getting rid of family heirlooms, I don’t need to apologize for not keeping all of the various bits of stuff they have sent me. My birth stone is peridot; I truly hate it. Now I can get rid of every piece of jewelry that has it, that they gave me, without a qualm. I will keep the things that mean something deep and personal to me: my grandmother’s amethyst ring, and HER mother’s amethyst ring. The Goddess necklaces that my dear friends bought the parts and made just for me. The diamond hugs and kisses tennis bracelet that my beloved husband put on my arm when we married.
Anyone want a peridot pendat? A rather elaborate ruby ring? I am keeping my great-grandmother’s quilt. Just saying. But there’s going to be a lot of other things that no longer have any indecision about keeping or getting rid of. And I look forward to creating my own beloved family once we move to Eureka (I found it!) CA.
August 19: Still not a word to be heard from my parents. Beloved had his gall bladder removed, but pathology wouldn’t let him have the stone, so he has to live without it–and without the gall bladder either. He tolerated the surgery well, but still has intractable vomiting and is not holding down much of anything. Basically, he’s not eaten for almost a month now. Every time he could get a saline IV going, it helped and he began to improve–and that was the orders from his surgeon. Unfortunately, every time his surgeon’s associate GI doctor came on duty, he pulled the IV and Beloved regressed AGAIN. Last Saturday (2 days ago), I came home to shower and get some clean clothes–having packed for what should have been an overnight stay and had been two weeks, I needed both–and my dearest Beloved called me and said, “Come and get me, they are putting me out.” They waited until I had left the hospital (considering I had been at his bedside 24 x 7); then they gave him delaudid (making him heavily medicated and legally incapacitated, ie, not able to sign himself out of the hospital) and then told him he was being discharged.
I went and got him and brought him home. In 24 hours, the only liquid he was able to hold down was about 6 ounces of local whole milk (pasteurized but NOT homogenized, as close to fresh out of the cow’s teat as a person can get around here!). He did void over 1500cc of urine, which is good, sort of…and in 18 hours, slept about 14, which he desperately needed, having been awakened at least every 2 hours for the prior 3 weeks. That’s called sleep deprivation and is a form of torture because you never reach REM stage of sleep–it’s really bad for you. So almost a month later, several forms of what could be considered torture (lack of sleep, unnecessary procedures, lack of IV hydration for appropriate amounts of time), he’s just as sick, possibly sicker and still throwing up.
All the people at Fauquier hospital (And yes, I am naming names, because that’s where he was for all that time and that’s where all this bull shit went on–to the point where I can barely refrain from calling it the “FuckYouHere Hospital”–hereafter referred to as FYH Hospital) kept telling him that he needed to see a GI doctor. They had two, whom he had seen–and they were soooooo fascinated by his lapband (a form of weight loss, Google it because I’m not going to try to explain it here)…and they both wanted to remove it, even though THEIR procedure of contrast imagery proved it was right were it belonged, in textbook location. So “see a GI doctor” got changed ever so slightly to “see YOUR GI doctor” and a light went on in his head! He had had a wonderful GI doctor, back when before having the lapband inserted, a doctor that he trusted and would be thrilled to return to his care.
EXCEPT…that meant going to Centreville to the doctor’s office, or (and this was the end result and more likely option anyways), going to Fair Oaks Hospital–both of which are farther and farther away from our house, harder to get to with a car that is ummmm about as sick as Beloved. But anyway…Sunday evening, I called the doctor’s number, got the answering service with the name and number of the doctor who was covering for him. Called THAT doctor; explained what was going on. His immediate orders? Go to the hospital and get on an IV! And he told me that Beloved’s GI Doctor (who has a super hero name: Lance Lasner) would be in the office Monday morning.
I tried to find someone who could come to our door and take Beloved up to Manassas, to his parents house, so that they would then take him to the hospital. No luck, so I ended up driving him up there…and feeling such guilt at not going with him–but I am so worn out, so exhausted from the past 3 weeks–I haven’t really slept more than a couple of hours at a go either… I was worried about my driving that far, in the dark (which I have problems with anyways) and thank the gods, my husband is a most understanding man and did not hold it against me, and in fact, ordered me home to sleep, perchance to dream.
And then we found out this morning that our superhero doctor is on vacation through the end of this week. Oops. SOOOOO there’s another doctor covering for him and I contacted his office and spoke to his nurse/receptionist? and poured out the story to her. She was so kind and so efficient. “We will get the record from the other hospital and I will let Dr. Substitute know that he has a consultation at the hospital this morning.”
Needless to say, I have been in contact most of the day with Beloved. (Mostly because I was smart enough to look for his phone when I came home to shower so he has it again.) They have put him on an IV, cranked it open wide (drip rate is much higher than usual rate of flow) and are giving him IV meds where they can–to include Valium! YAY! Get that pain level down, down, down. The nurses and doctors at Fair Oaks have been expressing disbelief at the methods and actions of their ahem so-called colleagues at FYH Hospital and bluntly, I already have the name and contact information for a good malpractice lawyer.
Beloved is a little concerned that the doctors at Fair Oaks are also enthralled by the lapband and seem to want to take it out–but they do insist on running the (same) test to ensure that it is still in the place it’s supposed to be and not moved, since his vomiting has been…energetic. So he’s supposed to have some sort of contrast imagery done this evening. They have already begun the paperwork to see how much money Medicaid can throw at this–instead of throwing forms at us and leaving, as they did in the other hospital. And they aren’t treating him differently because he doesn’t have money, which it seems like that particular issue DID make a difference at FYH Hospital.
And somewhere in all of that medical stuff, my Beloved managed to arrange for our friend, Little Miss (LM) to come over here tonight, stay the night and then drive me up to Fair Oaks tomorrow. I can take all of his meds (which hopefully, he’ll be able to take by mouth and keep down then). Since she’s off of work, it’s not costing her anything but time–and I will more than happy to fill the gas tank and feed her. I will also be glad to see her. I am weepy and angry and find myself talking out loud to myself–in a lovely British accent, I might add. I also have lost 5 more pounds in the past 3 weeks. It’s a great diet, other than the side effects of having your most Beloved love in the hospital and no one can figure out why. I can only imagine how much weight he’s lost.
I am terrified that he’s going to die, that this will kill him before they can figure out what the hell is going on. He insists that he will not die, that he’s too stubborn and not that sick… I can only hope that he is right and that I am completely wrong because I don’t want to be right, not at all. My feelings of terror and hopelessness are lessened by the growing assurance that he is finally in the right place, with the right medical people around him–and if nothing else, our superhero GI doctor will be back next week. We can certainly hold on that long! And Beloved would tell you that no one knows his gut like Dr. L!
So that’s where things stand now. I could keep writing, but it begins to repeat and just be all morose and stuff, so I’ll stop here and hope, hope, hope that my next update will be a happy one! Blessings and Namaste until then!