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Sunday, March 11, 2012

State-Sponsored Communists In My Mailbox

U.S. Postal Service trademarked Pony Express logoImage via Wikipedia
I have friends in overalls whose friendship I would not swap for the favor of the kings of the world.
---Thomas Edison


The Arconians decided to add 14 more hours to my 12 hour work week this week, so I guess I won't have to shag it at Labor Ready for a while.

My roommate Creepy was sulking today when he found out I get a 15% employee discount over at the Arco even when I'm not working there and free drinks while I am. It's just not fair, you see, that I should get something he doesn't get. It's really upset him.

What? Was he raised by communists, socialists or Democrats or somethin'?

Speaking of communists, that fine Irish actor, the Postmaster Dufus, is on TV again saying with a straight clown face that the taxpayers shouldn't bear the burden of safe mail, but that the government should pay for it. Where does that clown think the government gets its money from? Bake sales?

Then he clarifies his Newspeak, saying the postal customers (junk mailers) shouldn't foot the bill, the taxpayers should. Oh, now I get it. He's trying to protect the profits of the junkmailers by adding a post office tax on working people's paychecks.

Five billion dollars, please. Screw him. Triple the price of stamps if that's what it takes. Don't take it out of my Labor Ready paycheck. If the U.S. Post Office can't compete with Fedex, let them go bankrupt like capitalism dictates. Let's see how long that Postmaster lasts in a REAL job, the #$%& corporate welfare bum.

In case you didn't know, the "patriotic" U.S. airlines have bumped so much U.S. mail off their planes in favor of more profitable cargo that the U.S. Postal service subcontracts its airmail to Fedex anyway. Let's cut out the middleman (the frikkin' U.S. Post Office). It's an anachronistic institution that we should have dismantled years ago.

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Sunday, March 04, 2012

The F Word



The F Word, Jed Weintrob's second feature film, is a fiction/documentary hybrid about Joe Pace, a radio talk show host whose program, The F Word, is being shut down by the F.C.C. after racking up over $1 million in unpaid indecency fines.

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Tuesday, August 24, 2010

I do not like this Uncle Sam,
I do not like his health care scam.

I do not like these dirty crooks,
or how they lie and cook the books.

I do not like when Congress steals,
I do not like their secret deals.

I do not like this speaker Nan ,
I do not like this 'YES, WE CAN'.

I do not like this spending spree---
I'm smart, I know that nothing's free.

I do not like your smug replies,
when I complain about your lies.

I do not like this kind of hope.
I do not like it. nope, nope, nope!

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Thursday, June 24, 2010

Too Big To Fail

Say Goodnite America!Image by Templar1307 via Flickr
My big fat lazy good for nothing crackhead beer-swilling pillpopper sister gets SSDI disability, Medicaid, food stamps, unemployment checks and welding school grants and loans. She's deep deep deep into the federal government's pocket. She is, in fact, to big to fail. Thank you, taxpayers of America for supporting the industry of the wicked.



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Tuesday, June 16, 2009

Diagnosed MAD


A nonfiction video spoof of VA hospital doctors' diagnosis related to government wholesale bulk drug purchase deals, specifically, how the bulk purchase of an antidepressant gave me S.A.D., G.A.D., G.L.A.D., B.A.D. and M.A.D.

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Friday, November 21, 2008

Post Iraq Deployment: An Institution For Our Vets

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The above trailer is provided for those of you U.S. military veterans who think you might be entering a Veterans Administration (V.A.) outsourced nonprofit corporation's veterans homeless shelter anytime in the near future.

The rules here are the same as for any corporate-run human warehousing facility.

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Wednesday, November 05, 2008

Your Obama Stimulus Check



Obama is sending each and every one of us another $600 stimulus check.
If we spend it at Walmart, the money will go to China.
If we spend it on gasoline, the money will go to the Arabs.
If we purchase a computer it will go to India.
If we purchase fruit and vegetables it will go to Mexico, Honduras and Guatemala.
If we purchase a good car, it will go to Japan.
If we purchase useless crap it will go to Taiwan
So none of it will help the American economy.

The only way to keep the money here at home is:
to buy prostitutes, weed, beer and tattoos since these are the only products still produced in the USA.

Thank you for your help and please support the US!

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Monday, November 03, 2008

Friday, October 17, 2008

But What About ACORN?


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Obama meets some of McCain's Campaign advisors, a parody which begs the ACORN question.


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Tuesday, October 14, 2008

Money As Debt


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Paul Grignon's 47-minute animated presentation of "Money as Debt" tells in very simple and effective graphic terms what money is and how it is being created. It is an entertaining way to get the message out.

The Cowichan Citizens Coalition and its "Duncan Initiative" received high praise from those who previewed it. I recommend it as a painless but hard-hitting educational tool and encourage the widest distribution and use by all groups concerned with the present unsustainable monetary system in Canada and the United States.


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Sunday, October 12, 2008

Senator John Cornyn Doesn't Support Our Vets


Health care. Mental health benefits. Adequate body armor and armored vehicles. A college education. These are just some of the necessities all of our service members deserve. But clearly, Senator John Cornyn doesn't think so.

Cornyn's rhetoric belies his appalling record in the Senate. The fact that Cornyn has stood with President Bush 95 percent of the time and has opposed our service members on more than 20 key issues proves he doesn't support our troops or veterans. It's a fact every Texan needs to know, now.

Every Texan must see this video. Send this e-mail to ten friends and get them to pass it along to ten more. Post this video on your blogs and spread it on sites like Digg -- some of the most effective ways to reach those outside the choir.

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Let's make sure everyone knows John Cornyn is not giving our veterans and troops the respect they deserve.

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Investing In Your 401 Kegger


You can't eat the paper your worthless stocks are written on.

If you had purchased $1,000 of AIG stock one year ago, you would have $42 left.

With Lehman, you would have $6.60 left.

With Fannie or Freddie, you would have less than $5 left.

But if you had purchased $1,000 worth of beer one year ago, drank all of the beer, then turned in the cans for the aluminum recycling REFUND, you would have had $214.

Based on the above, the best current investment advice is to drink heavily and
recycle. It's called the 401-Kegger.

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I'm Voting For Mccain / Palin


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Are you a socialist or a capitalist?

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Friday, October 10, 2008

Obama's Plan: Mohamed Atta Gets His Driver's License


Did you know that Mohamed Atta, the 9/11 ring leader, had a valid Florida driver's license?

Did you know 13 of the 19 hijackers had obtained valid driver's licenses? Armed with these licenses, eight of the hijackers even registered to vote!

Here is the shocking fact: Obama strongly supports giving illegal aliens in America driver's licenses.

He said as much during two Democratic debates earlier this year.

The head of Homeland Security said such thinking was dangerous for national security.

Even Hillary Clinton backed away from Obama's radical driver's license plan.

Obama's position is not a new one: We discovered that Obama has been major proponent of driver's licenses for illegals since his days as an Illinois state senator.

We have no doubt that, as president, Obama will also champion this radical plan.

With Osama bin Laden still at large, with al-Qaida promising "spectacular" attacks on the U.S homeland, with the threat of them using weapons of mass destruction against our cities - biological, chemical, and nuclear - can we risk putting such a man in the Oval Office?

Doesn't he remember what happened on 9/11? More than 3,000 Americans were murdered.

Doesn't he want to prevent that from ever happening again?

If he supports driver's licenses for illegals, the answer is clear.

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Wednesday, September 10, 2008

Nurse Ratchet Day At The V.A.Clinic


I knew better. I knew there would be trouble. And punishment. I knew it, yet I decided to climb into my pickup anyway. Make the 30-minute drive. Try it. What could they do? Inject air bubbles into my veins?

I drove over to the Longview Veterans Administration Regional Clinic this morning WITHOUT AN APPOINTMENT.

Yes, there would be hell to pay. I knew it. God even tried to warn me. Halfway there He threw a torrential rainstorm at me.

"Turn back!" the rain insisted.

"Hell no," I answered and plowed through the blinding downpour, "I'm on a mission."

Over hill and dale I drove through the pounding rain on narrow old Highway 80. Through Hallsville. Past what looked like abandoned dustbowl camps, homemade salvage yards and gentleman ranches. Shacks and summer homes. Narrow old Highway 80 is a strange drive if you're paying attention.

It was still raining cats and dogs when I pulled into the strip mall in Longview. The V.A. clinic is down at the west end, next to the Labor Ready day labor hall where all the decomposing junkies and young winos hang out.

I checked in, handing my Service-Connected Disabled Veteran V.A. identification card (with magnetic strip and mugshot) to the receptionist. Nobody was in the waiting room but me. Still she asked if I had an appointment.

"No," I said and braced myself.

"No?"

"No."

"Well what do you want?"

"I'm trying to get clearance to have this tumor cut out of my neck," I said. The receptionist took my card, scribbled something on a PostIt note and told me to take a seat. It was 10 a.m.

10:30. It rained. Ancient men hobbled in and were taken into back rooms. Nurses and receptionist glared at me. I shuffled around the room.

11:00. It rained. Ancient men hobbled in and were taken into back rooms. Nurses and receptionist glared at me. I shuffled around the room. I stepped outside the giant plate glass doors to have a smoke, being careful to watch for someone coming out of the back rooms looking for me, stationing myself where I could be seen easily.

11:30. It rained. Ancient men hobbled in and were taken into back rooms. Nurses and receptionist glared at me. I shuffled around the room.

12:00. It rained. Ancient men hobbled in and were taken into back rooms. Nurses and receptionist glared at me. I shuffled around the room. I stepped outside the giant plate glass doors to have a smoke, being careful to watch for someone coming out of the back rooms looking for me, stationing myself where I could be seen easily.

12:30. It rained. Ancient men hobbled in and were taken into back rooms. Nurses and receptionist glared at me. I glared back. I shuffled around the room. I was hungry and cold.

1:00. It rained. Ancient men hobbled in and were taken into back rooms. Nurses and receptionist glared at me. I glared back. I shuffled around the room. I stepped outside the giant plate glass doors to have a smoke, being careful to watch for someone coming out of the back rooms looking for me, stationing myself where I could be seen easily.

1:30 I decided to ask for my card back and try another day. The receptionist read my face and pointed to the intake door. I walked in. An angry nurse was waiting for me on the other side of the door.

"Why didn't you answer when your name was called?" she barked.

"My name wasn't called," I answered.

"Yes it was!" she insisted, "Now what do you want?" I explained that I needed a doctor there in Longview to sign a release for me to have surgery over in Shreveport. She seemed more interested in why I had been hiding when my name had been called.

"We don't have any doctors here today. You would've known that at 11:30 if you would've answered your name when it was called."

"Nobody called my name."

"NO! They did!"

"She must've whispered."

"NO! She is the head nurse in charge..."

"I would've answered..."

"NO! You were called at 11:30!"

This went on for a while. She lectured me on what an Acute Care Center was, that this hallowed place I had entered was, indeed, an Acute Care Center (though I had watched this very day several old men told to move it on down the road to the nearest civilian hospital if they needed acute care---they don't do that here).

She looked at my Cincinnatti jacket, looking for doctors' notes that might indicate I was lying. I finally got an appointment to see a nurse practioner in two weeks.

I left angry.

Again.

CLAP HANDS---Tom Waits

Sane, sane, theyre all insane,
Firemans blind, the conductor is lame
A cincinnati jacket and a sad-luck dame
Hanging out the window with a bottle full of rain
Clap hands, clap hands, clap hands, clap hands

Said roar, roar, the thunder and the roar
Son of a bitch is never coming back here no more
The moon in the window and a bird on the pole
We can always find a millionaire to shovel all the coal
Clap hands, clap hands, clap hands, clap hands

Said steam, steam, a hundred bad dreams
Going up to harlem with a pistol in his jeans
A fifty-dollar bill inside a palladins hat
And nobodys sure where mr. knickerbockers at

Roar, roar, the thunder and the roar
Son of a bitch is never coming back here no more
Moon in the window and a bird on the pole
Can always find a millionaire to shovel all the coal
Clap hands, clap hands, clap hands, clap hands

I said steam, steam, a hundred bad dreams
Going up to harlem with a pistol in his jeans
A fifty-dollar bill inside a palladins hat
And nobodys sure where mr. knickerbockers at

Shine, shine, a roosevelt dime
All the way to baltimore and running out of time
Salvation army seemed to wind up in the hole
They all went to heaven in a little row boat
Clap hands, clap hands, clap hands, clap hands
Clap hands, clap hands, clap hands, clap hands
Clap hands, clap hands, clap hands, clap hands

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Tuesday, January 29, 2008

Shame On The Veterans Administration


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The Veterans Administration saves itself a lot of money by making disabled veterans prove that they're still alive.


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Friday, January 25, 2008

V.A.'s 'Expedited' Emergency Assistance Program Plays Games With Vets


This is a true story of a service-connected disabled U.S. military veteran's attempt to get 'expedited' Emergency Assistance from the Veterans Administration.

It is a black comedy of government sloth and mindless paper shuffling where a 6 month V.A. 'investigation' by government shitweasels into deciding whether or not to help the service-connected disabled military veteran get off the street ends with the V.A. bureaucratic paper-pushing pencildicks trying to save money by claiming the veteran, who has been going to V.A. hospitals for 30 years, doesn't exist now.


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