Post 362: trash diving…

Both of my cats have a bad habit of retrieving things from the trash. Andy in particular lets me know he’s ready for supper by knocking over a wastepaper basket in the dining room. Bad kitty!

Dougy prefers another wastepaper basket, the one across from my computer desk.

I keep tossing a mailer from my US Congressman, Adrian Smith. Dougy keeps retrieving it from the trash. He wrestles on it. He chews it. He claws it. He wiggles in delight at being a cat on it. He sits on Adrians’s face with his poochy-cute buttocks. He defends it against Andy who wants to sit on Adrian’s mailer, too!

work on being cute

It is a good, sturdy piece of printing on heavy varnished stock. Must have cost you and me a nice chunk of cash from Adrian’s office expenses account to produce and mail with his franking privilege.

I could run it through my cross-cutting paper shredder and be done with it. Or I could leave it out for the boys to fight over, no harm done. Best of all, it gets some use, if not the use Adrian intended.

I confess: As someone with granulomatosis with polyangiitis (GPA or Wegener’s granulomatosis, a form of vasculitis, the disease that recently killed Harold Ramis), I am biased against the Republican position on the Affordable Care Act. Because I have this horrific precondition — thank God, in remission since 2005! — I went five years without adequate insurance, then without any insurance. I came too early to benefit from ACA.

smith mailer

As someone with a precondition, I look at the Republicans and their anal attacks on ACA and ask over and over, “Why don’t they want all Americans to have affordable health care? What are they doing to make the ACA workable? What is their plan? Why haven’t we heard their plan since before the ACA passed? What special interest stuffs bucks in their pockets and why?”

Finally, I ask, “How many people like me with our potentially fatal preconditions and hassles getting affordable health care, if any were available, changed their registration from Republican to Democrat or — in my instance — Independent?”

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May is Vasculitis Awareness Month. I am a weggie, someone who has the form of vasculitis formerly known as Wegener’s granulomatosis. I don’t yank underwear as some people interpret my user name to mean. Frankly, had I been an underwear yanker, I’d have known not to use that user name when I set up this account!

As a weggie, I have a disease that may kill me directly or indirectly in time. As sure as the sun rises, though, I will die because of the disease and its effects on my kidneys and lungs, vascular system, any and every part of my body. I may never have a flare (a return to an active state). Or I may have a flare today. I may live to be a 100. Or I could be dead within a few months. That’s the kind of disease this is.

Congressman Adrian Smith of Nebraska's 3rd District

Congressman Adrian Smith of Nebraska’s 3rd District

As a weggie, I can whine about my fate. Or chose to live as full a life as I can. I’ve chosen the latter. To that end, I revile the Republican opposition to some form of affordable health care.

Selfish I know, to want to live. Read Paul Ryan’s hero Ayn Rand. She saw selfishness as a virtue, but perhaps preferred euthanizing people like me, wasting less money keeping the weak “takers” alive, thus making more money available to the billionaire plutocrats.

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Post 359: Bow to your master!

This weekend, multi-billionaire Sheldon Adelson called in the Republican Presidential hopefuls for a look-see. Which candidate looks like a winner? Which candidate will get the benefits of the millions of dollars he will spend to elect the “Anointed One”?

Multi-billionaire Sheldon Adelson

Multi-billionaire Sheldon Adelson

It’s all legal. Both parties do it. This is who decides the candidate-to-be to win the Presidency of the United States of America for you, the unwashed masses who can’t be that clever or you’d be multi-billionaires, too. Besides, you can’t buy what isn’t for sale: They aren’t victims, they are willing participants.

If invited, they came. If they came, they sucked up to the money bags arrayed before them. The more they smelled the money, the more they were Sheldon’s best buddy. Mr. Adelson? No, Sheldon! Bosom buddies, apologetic for transgressions– referring to the West Bank as being occupied in front of a gathering of Jewish folk…! Smelling those millions, and swooning effusively in front of the wonderful benefactor. Grovel! Bow before your master!

Did “Sheldon” secretly laugh at these seeming obsequious tools? Or did he honestly feel his money bags contribute to a lively and thriving democratic process in America? Does he feel his interests are best for this country? Or does he give a damn as long as he, the Gamblin’ Man, gets the House return of mega-millions for his millions bet on putting the “right” fellow– his fellow!– in the White House?

The process the Republicans used to “thin the herd” the last time, the entertaining and illuminating debates of the Republican hopefuls, was degrading to the participants by the end, though a credible possibility on the stage ultimately rose to the top. Of the lot, I personally liked best former Utah Governor and former Ambassador Jon Huntsman, Jr., for the depth of his experience in government and foreign affairs. He didn’t come off as conservative and anti-government enough for the Republican base. Too bad. I couldn’t related to the patrician Romney or his wife and her dancing horse. Must be my 47%-er mentality as a retiree who gets Social Security and Medicare benefits, who could apply for VA benefits. Yeah, the dancing horse isn’t the only one eating at the rich man’s trough, to believe the 2012 candidate and his running mate, Paul Ryan.

Gadsden flag

Gadsden flag

And you thought the Miss America and Miss Universe parades of young women in swimsuits and high heels were degrading to the participants! The “Adelson Primary”, as this command performance of the potential Republican candidates for the Presidency of the United States of America is characterized on the conservative “Morning Joe” program, makes me cringe.


Sheldon Adelson photo credit:


about a hearing, with some naughty words tossed in

God bless ’em, but the very same people who did everything they could to sabotage, delay, defund Obamacare, up to and including shutting down the US Government for 16 days, are now badgering the witness, Kathleen Sebelius. Predictably, the Democrats are sympathetic and the Republicans are antagonistic. What a waste!

Even as I type, some fat asshole’s badgering her, yelling at her, not letting her answer the question: “Yes or no?! BLAHBLAHBLAH!” for a question that can’t be answered in grunts and growls the Neanderthal Congressman can understand. Or truly wants to know an answer to.

I went through a 15 month period without health insurance because I couldn’t afford the crap policy I, as a person with a pre-existing condition, was able to buy through Nebraska Blue Cross Blue Shield. I say “crap” because the one thing I needed health care insurance for – the pre-existing condition, Wegener’s granulomatosis – wasn’t covered! Yet the crap policy cost me over $1000 a month. Ironically, I had to tell them what the disease was so they could overcharge me: it is so uncommon, it isn’t on their list of pre-existing conditions.

chart that stole christmas copy

I had the crap policy from August till December, and the only thing I got out of it was poorer. The graph shows you why.

I spent a lot of last fall in bed sick, but didn’t see a doctor because I was afraid he’d put me in the hospital, I was that sick. I was afraid I was in a Wegener’s granulomatosis flare because of some of the symptoms. Untreated, the disease kills; treated, it’s survivable, but at a huge cost if you don’t have insurance!

I didn’t feel I could risk depleting my retirement account to cover the costs if I had, indeed, a flare going. All I had to do, I rationalized through the fevers, was last till I was old enough to sign up for Medicare. My 65th birthday came along before I died, so my risky business worked out.

"Leaf me alone!"

“Leaf me alone!”

I now am on Medicare, but pissy about using it: I’d hate to be an blanking “taker”! You know, one of those 47% Mitt Romney and Paul Ryan and their minions have such a hissy attack about last year, and the current crop of Republicans continue to fume about while they wipe out 24 billion dollars off the 3rd quarter GDP with a stupid, pointless, unproductive US Government shutdown in their war against health care for people who can’t afford health care in today’s money sick America.

I didn’t vote for Mr. Romney and Mr. Ryan, or any Republicans in 2012. They want people like me dead, whether they consciously recognize it or not. Christians my ass, which they may kiss.