Another Trip For Lab Work

 

Once again I find myself needing a tune-up on a body part. This time the sinuses. I have a block sinus that has be come chronically infected,  explaining why I feel like a bad cold all the time. But, before any surgery can be done one must have lab work. It's a remarkable way for the hospital to waste your time and make some money off the insurance company. They love me I have good insurance.

And I'm a good customer. They call me "mister" whenever that loud speaker goes off. "Mister Hall" please come pee in a cup." And helpful as they take you by the arm and escort you to the blood letting chair. Hospitals love blood. Every time you turn around they got that damn syringe, asking you to make a fist. Funny thing for a phlebotomist to ask somebody when they getting ready to cause them pain.

I got to tell you something strange about some of the occupants of the waiting room. I have never seen so many big-breasted women congregating in one place in my whole life, counting strip joints. They were young and old, mostly old and corn-fed, and black and white. They were all about the same size, height wise not cup size though they did bounce around in the DD to EEE vicinity. They out numbered us men more than two to one, but it made no difference as we looked old and feeble compared to this endowed mob. And the mob wasn't smiling.  I started to worry maybe I was on another planet.

Before my imagination could fully take over, a less chesty version of the women surrounding me called my name. She said she was a nurse and soon after she got me behind close doors, stuck something in my ear that beeped and squeezed my arm until something else beeped. Hospitals like beep and bells. From there I was led me to another room, told to lay down and pull up my shirt. She placed cold electrodes to my chest, arms and legs. "Be still for thirty seconds," she commanded.

I felt quite sure she had just taken my soul and transmitted to the big breasted ones inhabiting the waiting room, who keep them in a jar. To my surprise, she laughed like the bad guy in cheap horror movie and haughtily told me to go. 

No, actually, Nurse Cindy was quite polite and I liked her hair. I was bored and it was better than looking at old magazines.

Georgia vs Tennessee

Georgia is about to go to war with the state of Tennessee. They find themselves in the worst drought since Ty Cobb was a baby and they got to have water for golf courses this summer. In order to attract new citizens, Georgia needs to keep her greens and fairways as they can get them. So some golf course owners got together and whispered into some Georgia senator's ear about a mistake made when they survey the borders between the two states almost 200 years ago. According to Georgia, the Tennessee River belongs to them.

That made Tennessee laugh, thought it was joke. Until the Resolution. Georgia  General Assembly unanimously passed Senate resolution 822. Basically, they said, we want the Tennessee River and everything around it, which means some of Chattanooga. And then they formed the  Georgia Boundary Commision.

This took the smile right off the boys in Tennessee and they had to have a resolution too. Not to agree to participate in Georgia's boundary committee, Georgia resolution was called an“heinous assault on the sovereignty of Tennessee”. by the Tennessee House Majority Leader.

The Tennessee resolution speaks the doctrine of “adverse possession,” which states that long-term possession of real property trumps survey boundaries. It also notes “all other pertinent legal precedent favors the Volunteer State, just as good fortune often smiles upon the righteous.”

So now the hollering starts. Georgia has wanted Tennessee River since 1818 and every time it went to court, it was told to go away. But this time they got the golf course owners with the deep pocket. They have to be deep, imagine their water bill.

And that's the way see it,

Bardo Pines  

The Long Return

Today's Prison

Today, I found out children in my hometown are going to a virtual prison.They call it a school and teach things like math and science I think that's all they teach now, math and science. Nobody knows where North Dakota is any more. But I thought you might like to know what a child must do to get through the fortifications called my city schools. Let's name our student, Artemis. As soon as Artemis touches school property, he will fall underneath the ever watchful eye of a full-time district security force, either direct surveillance or video monitors stationed through out the school...24 hours a day. Next, a camera-controlled buzzer entry system stands between the Artemis and an education, and if permission is granted he is greeted by a line of metal detectors. After gaining entrance the student then walks down halls patrolled by the Department's Officers in the Schools (OIS). This beats the shit out of TOHMS (The Old Hall Monitor System).

And for the rest of the day Artemis will try to stay alive because now he is locked away just like a criminal until school lets him out on parole. And people wonder why kids in my hometown have miserably grades.  

You wouldn't think Artemis would, at the age of fifteen, suffer from stress. Last thing I would have ever thought about when I was in high school was a hail of bullets from a classmate. He faces it every day. 

And that's the way I see it,

Rub

Why Do We Do That

Today, I was reading in my hometown paper the movie reviews and came across a movie about an old, loveable rascal floating in money. Turning hospitals into money-makers, made him a gazillionaire. This darling provided less than the best medical care for the profits most often to the bad news for the patients. The guy could charm you right out of the brain surgery, you needed so urgentily, and you loved the guy.

This has been done over and over in the picture business, but what struck me about the review, the writer's comment on how audiences accept this type of behavior and this explains why we elect the politicians we do.

Ain't it the damn truth, brother.

Why do we do that? Elect people like this character. There was a politician around here got caught taking bribes and spend some time in prison. The guy gets out, promptly, and is elected again to office. He was a loveable rascal.  And he was taking money for a favor.

Personally, I don't know why that happens. Do you really believe what they promise you? Not me. Nothing will change. You might go in there believing you can change things and you get changed. Elect me and I will fight for you in the hallow walls of Congress Make myself rich as hell and make stupid decisions. And you guys gonna love me.

He'll be right.

And that's the way I see it,

Rub