Taking a break from Twitter for a Bit …

Thru the years I’ve been on Twitter, I tried to keep going even when personal issues from real life were kicking my ass. I always had “My Anchor”, the stable factor in my life, Mom. Even when she had Alzheimer’s and was confined to the nursing home, something about the fact that she was still in this world, was reassuring to me.

Although, I don’t think I have to explain why a Mom is so important, my Mom was my link to my family, to my past…the one person who, for 62 years, had given me unconditional love, even when I didn’t deserve it. I always saw my Mom as indestructible, as someone who could be anything, and, even with the Alzheimers, relative to others at her advanced state, she still had a bit of a sense of humor, still a genuinely wonderful person who was met with respect and love from all those who took care of her.

Mom was 89…and if you’ve ever talked with attorneys, you find out that the court system and juries, don’t view someone that old as worth much, unless they are a multi-billionaire. Well, to me, she was the most valuable person / most valuable thing in the universe.

I attribute her death to the horrible treatment at the first hospital which, when others have seen the records, including attorneys, have agreed that the records suggest there was an effort to kill her. She was given meds she never had before, meds with serious adverse reactions, was denied breathing treatments when she came in with pneumonia, taken off all meds she had been on for years when she was admitted…and not one doctor out of 20 could give a reason for this.
When I saw the depth, the infection of the decubitus ulcers on her back (four), I had to leave the room. I am not someone who has never seen horrible infections nor injuries…but Mom’s condition was worse than any pictures I have seen in pictures and videos of concentration camp survivors. Her brain was still functioning at the end. They said she needed a pacemaker, but since she was sick and old, they would not install one (and that was at the “good” hospital).

My rage and anger is something like I’ve never felt. When a loved one has been treated this way, and when in your opinion, that treatment was the proximate cause of her death, and you are scheduled to pick up the ashes of your Mother because of all this, I feel this anger is justified.

That said, I vacillate between extreme anger and extreme sadness. I believe this may color the way I react to things, and I certainly don’t want my TL to become Melancholy Road. I have a lot in the real world that I have to take care of, that stems from my Mother’s death and these things will be time consuming.

That said, I will try to answer DMs, but if I don’t answer them right away, please don’t think I am ignoring you. Chances are, I am just not there to respond.

I appreciate the kindness we have received more than I can say. The condolences, kind words, sympathetic sentiments have been very important to us (my wife and me). I truly, truly appreciate each and every one of them. It just validates my ongoing assertion that my followers are the best.

Please do not let my temporary absence lessen your dedication to protection of the innocents, children, animals, and all the others who are disempowered and need your voice, your advocacy. I know that you care every bit as much as I do, and know you will keep pushing forward.

I want to close with some quotes from people who are far wiser than I, and far more elegantly articulate:

There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are the messengers of overwhelming grief, of deep contrition, and of unspeakable love.
~Washington Irving

The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate not knowing… not healing, not curing… that is a friend who cares.
~Henri Nouwen

There is no grief like the grief that does not speak.
~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Tears are the silent language of grief.
~Voltaire

I wasn’t prepared for the fact that grief is so unpredictable. It wasn’t just sadness, and it wasn’t linear. Somehow I’d thought that the first days would be the ~Meghan O’Rourke

Grief changes shape, but it never ends.
~Keanu Reeves

Don’t send me flowers when I’m dead. If you like me, send them while I’m alive.
~Brian Clough

When your time comes to die, be not like those whose hearts are filled with fear of death, so that when their time comes they weep and pray for a little more time to live their lives over again in a different way. Sing your death song, and die like a hero going home.
~Tecumseh”

Namaste / Peace from Anon99

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Learned Helplessness…or, Can we even cause change any more ?

Not long ago, I was honored to do an interview with @TimBestbudz , and the topic was the Revitalization of Anonymous. Since then, I’ve thought more about the topic and I think there is a fundamental question that not only we Anons much ask, but ALL activists must ask. The question is “Can we even cause change any more?” Some time in the past, they did an experiment with animals involving exposing them to painful stimuli so that, no matter what they did, they received the pain. What was learned from the experiment was that ” Eventually, the animal stops trying to avoid the stimulus and behaves as if it is helpless to change the situation. When opportunities to escape become available, learned helplessness means the animal does not take any action.” The phenomenon they discovered, was called “learned helplessness”. In other words, after you have been hurt by a system that seems intent on hurting you no matter what you do, after a while, even when you do have the ability to change, you just give up and act helpless, as if you have no ability to escape the heel of the government boot on your neck.
I believe there ARE many people in this country and others who want to change things for the better, and they are not really apathetic, but they don’t believe we citizens can actually change things.
And, right now, I’m not even talking about the broad sweeping changes needed in areas such as police brutality, the need for true healthcare reform, medical marijuana legislation, strong laws to protect animals…I’m talking about the ability to make even small, incremental changes.
Hell, I’m even talking about bringing poachers such as Walter Palmer, Jan Seski, et al, to justice, even extraditing Palmer seems beyond our ability.

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Can we even cause change any more ? Are we living now in “Learned helplessness”

Not long ago, I was honored to do an interview with @TimBestbudz , and the topic was the Revitalization of Anonymous. Since then, I’ve thought more about the topic and I think there is a fundamental question that not only we Anons much ask, but ALL activists must ask. The question is “Can we even cause change any more?” Some time in the past, they did an experiment with animals involving exposing them to painful stimuli so that, no matter what they did, they received the pain. What was learned from the experiment was that ” Eventually, the animal stops trying to avoid the stimulus and behaves as if it is helpless to change the situation. When opportunities to escape become available, learned helplessness means the animal does not take any action.” The phenomenon they discovered, was called “learned helplessness”
I think there are many people who desperately want change, and who are not apathetic, but who don’t believe we CAN change anything anymore. And, I’m not even talking about the broad, sweeping changes such as true healthcare reform (not just in healthcare insurance reform), elimination of police brutality, making medical marijuana legal at the federal level, and much more, I’m even talking about small things like bringing poachers like Walter Palmer to justice, getting him extradited to Zimbabwe.
If a country cannot or will not bring justice in small matters, it will not bring justice in large matters.
I was listening to George Carlin’s rant about the “Owners of this Country” =>

and, the more I watch that clip, the more I am convinced that George cut right to the core of our problem here in the USA, and I assert, worldwide. We poor slobs, want a better life for ourselves, and for our children. But, we feel like we are beating our heads against a brick wall. To have hope…to keep going…you MUST see some positive feedback for your efforts. Even changing one little thing makes you feel that perhaps, you still have the ability to change things.
If we as a people cannot even bring animal killers like Walter Palmer DDS, Jan Seski MD, Gary Goodfried MD, to justice, to make them pay for what they did in other countries, what hope do we have to effect change at the macro level of these huge problems of poverty, the police state, etc. ?

And, the notion that we can bring change by electing rich relatives of past presidents, no matter if they are Republicans or Democrats, goes against an old saying which says “If you keep doing what you been doing, you gonna keep getting what you been getting”.

When I was a young adult, in the 1960s, people got on the streets, took over university buildings. They didn’t know if they could change things, but by gosh, they were going to try. When Tim and I were trying to figure out why we Anons had a poor showing in Los Angeles on the most recent “Day of Rage”, I think the best answer may be that we, as a country, are now in the “learned helplessness” state such that, even if we COULD find a way to make things change, perhaps the people have just given up trying.

I just lost my Mom. She meant the world to me. She was my best friend, loved me unconditionally, in short, she was my world…and I fought so hard to save her. I fought even huge conglomerate hospitals, fought doctors who were intent on killing her, fought a system that said “Well, she is 89, and it’s her time to go”…
But, sometimes, you can see that no matter how hard you fight, things are heading in a certain direction no matter what you do.

I’m an old dude…and with this recent loss, my heart is broken. I have, for
years, fought alongside others, to try to bring change, to eliminate the evil, the greedy, the child abusers, the animal abusers.

The leaders of these Big Banks, Big Pharma, Police Unions, Hospitals, deserve to be in jail, with long jail sentences ahead of them, but who gets put in jail… Barrett Brown for sharing a hyperlink? They wanted to keep him locked down for over a century for that. Jeremy Hammond and Matt DeHart, also locked up.

George Carlin basically said that the uber rich, OWN this country, and that is the reason things aren’t going to change, because the uber rich don’t WANT it to change. They want to keep the majority of the population poor, tired, and want us to be apathetic. They don’t want us to challenge things. They DO want us to elect the same rich bastards who have ruled this country since it was founded.

And, as much as I want George to be wrong, he’s NOT wrong…he’s right. It goes against my sense of fairness, against my sense that a large bunch of good , courageous poor people CAN beat a small group of rich corrupt bastards.

And, I think, much as I wish it were not so, that Howard Beale, the fictional newscaster from the movie NETWORK…still has many of the public figured out
as he describes the situation in this scene …

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As a side note, while I was watching the above clip, I noticed something I thought was interesting… no conspiracy, just interesting… 

So the question for the country, is, can we really bring positive changes any more, or is the system so broken, is the deck so stacked, are the dice so loaded, that we may as well just give up ?

Is Leonard Cohen a prophet in this song ?

Everybody knows.” Everybody Knows
Song by Leonard Cohen
Everybody knows that the dice are loaded
Everybody rolls with their fingers crossed
Everybody knows the war is over
Everybody knows the good guys lost
Everybody knows the fight was fixed
The poor stay poor, the rich get rich
That’s how it goes
Everybody knows
Everybody knows that the boat is leaking
Everybody knows that the captain lied
Everybody got this broken feeling
Like their father or their dog just died
Everybody talking to their pockets
Everybody wants a box of chocolates
And a long-stem rose
Everybody knows
…”

Thanks for reading this.
`Anon99

Where to go to from here…

With the passing of my Mother, many real world issues must be taken care of and in fact, at this point, I don’t even know how many, nor how to do them all, so I am going to have to depend on my wife for her help a lot.

One thing that I’ve tried to avoid doing to you all, is lying or bullshitting you.

At this point, I feel completely lost without my Mom. Sure, one could say that with her Alzheimers, and then, the months she was in the hospital(s), she was not interacting much with me…but she was still ‘in the world’ and I could see her.

So, again, being honest with you, I don’t know what I will do. Please be patient with me in the coming days if I am not very active, it is not because I don’t care, but because the real world is bearing down on me and I am trying to make some huge decisions.

All of that said, I wanted to take a few lines to reinforce what I’ve already said. You folks kept me sane and your kindness, your understanding, your love, and, well…the fact you gave a damn, has meant more to us than any of you will ever know. As I’ve always said… “Thank You” is such a small collection of words to represent a heart, full of appreciation.

I wanted to close with this by John Donne,

Holy Sonnets: Death, be not proud

BY JOHN DONNE

Death, be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so;
For those whom thou think’st thou dost overthrow
Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me.
From rest and sleep, which but thy pictures be,
Much pleasure; then from thee much more must flow,
And soonest our best men with thee do go,
Rest of their bones, and soul’s delivery.
Thou art slave to fate, chance, kings, and desperate men,
And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell,
And poppy or charms can make us sleep as well
And better than thy stroke; why swell’st thou then?
One short sleep past, we wake eternally
And death shall be no more; Death, thou shalt die.
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Namaste / Peace / MuchLuv / Respect
`Anon99

On the Death of my Mother

With all my love Mom

I always hated the date the 23rd of each month. I’ve both hated and dreaded that date for my whole life. The reason, is, I was convinced that that would be the date of death of me or my Mother. I didn’t know the month. I spent yesterday at my Mom’s beside along with my cousin, her husband, my wife, and me. The date was the 23rd. My mother coded I think 20 times in 10 hours at one point. Each time I left the room, her heart would drop so low they started to call code, but my cousin would run and find me and tell me to hurry, so I would run from the car or wherever I was, and literally, as soon as she heard me, she would come back without interventions. I knew, if I know anything, that her deep love for me, her only son, was the only reason she came back. Even the doctors and nurses admitted to this. We had stayed the night in one of the rooms they have which, are empty, that family of patients can stay in. I’m a strong person in that I can go days without sleeping, and can take a lot of physical pain without wincing…but, I didnt eat yesterday, and I was emotionally and physically drained . Mom’s kidney had ceased to function properly and they gave her a medication that would help stabilize her heart, and when I left the room, her vitals were stable. We had to leave our cats unattended, and given things seemed not to be in in an emergency state, I told my wife we should drive home, get a change of clothes and come back.

To be honest my brain (such as is) was failing me due to fatigue, loss of strength, adrenal fatigue, and more. Although the room we stayed at in the hospital the night before was now occupied, they found us one as were getting ready to go, and both my wife and I felt that we needed to get home, so, we drove home. I had, for some unknown reason, plugged my headphones into my phone and turned the value down completely…which made no sense, but it delayed notification of Mom’s time of death notification from 430am until 10 am…a 5.5 hour delay.

I am writing this from Mom’s place, in the recliner she loved.

I’ve never been a “nice” person…it’s always struck me as a vapid term much like social glue… as in “what a nice guy he is”. So,no, not a “nice guy”, but, I’ve tried to emulate my Mother and Father’s view of people and animals, which let me to be kind, and to try to help them, as my parent’s did.

I want to say a few things about Mom. My mother was a powerhouse of a human. My father was introverted, quiet, fairly passive, but my Mom the opposite. She was extroverted, loud, spoke out for herself and others. I believe I inherited parts of both of them because, in my  quiet times, I am introverted, passive, but to the external world, I am loud, boisterous and not afraid to piss people off if I am fighting for what’s right. I admired her more than any human I ever met, and as a result, intentionally or unintentionally, tried to emulate her.

I think I genetically inherited her love of music, because, I would make her a tape, or later, a CD, filled with the music I loved, and they were all tunes she loved, or if she never heard them, loved them as well. She loved the blues, Beatles, you name it….so musically, we were in sync.

And, if I have any positive qualities, they are those I learned from Mom.

Like Harry Houdini, I wanted to try an experiment to see if it is possible to pass a message from “beyond” to loved ones here.  Mine was much simpler than his.
On occasions when I visited her at the hospital, I got very close to her ear so that NO ONE could hear or even lip read what I whispered. They say hearing is the last to go, so this is why I chose this. I told her I wanted to know if she made it, and if she was OK.

I chose the name of my first dog that I loved, who was run over by a car. I thought it a fairly odd name, especially for the breed my dog was…you would NEVER guess my dog’s name by looking at it. When I was young, my Mother knew my Dog’s name, and I think perhaps my Dad did, but NO ONE else knew it.

So,the experiment was simple. As soon as she could, get the name of my dog to…I asked for nothing else. A friend of ours who died at one point, and came back with a facility, a talent for contacting those on the other side…contacted my wife this morning INSISTING we do to her social media page. I was working on this article so it was frustrating me to get interrupted,the insistence was even getting my wife irritated, but the lady was persistent. She kept saying this image kept appearing over and over on her facebook page, she couldn’t understand it, and thought it may mean something to us.

We found the page…and when I scrolled to the image, I was almost floored. It had a boy, lovingly holding a dog…the boy’s hair was cut almost exactly as mine was so many years ago, wearing the kind of clothes i would wear,and the dog, was the EXACT type of dog mine was…in fact, the dog’s ear was exactly the picture of the whole body of my dog.

But, with Mom dead, even this was not enough….so since my wife had her on speaker…I asked her the crucial question…”What was my dog’s name….I was not going to react at all to keep her getting subliminal verbal clues. She thought a second to remember what she had been told…the first name was extremely close to me dogs name..but the second name, which immediately followed the first, was EXACTLY my Dog’s name. Since we were on the phone, she had no physical tells  from which to guess…I wasn’t even holding the phone.  When she announced the name, spelled, said Exactly as I said it, and told Mom was the signal she was safe and OK…I was almost floored. Mom died at 430 Am or thereabouts…I didn’t find out until 10 am….there was no way should have found on this information…because first of all….only Mom and I knew my dog’s name, AND only Mom and I knew this one word, was the signal we agreed would be my message she was ok.

So, although missing my Mom, not having her in my day to day life, to hug, to talk to, is intensely distressing, this sign, arriving the same day she died…merely hours after her death, has given me a great reassurance that she DID survive the death of the shell that housed the intangible part of her being.

Also, I learned that it DOES matter what hospital you take your loved one to, and both the proficiency of the doctors involved, and whether they genuinely care about people as people, or just see them as revenue generators…objects to “practice” on.

The torture, the neglect, the horrors inflicted on my Mother at the first little shop of horrors disguising as a hospital, I feel, doomed Mom. If she had have gotten to the last hospital first, she may be alive, and returned to the nursing home now.

But, ifs are not what are, and the death of my Mom should warn you all to be extremely vigilant and monitor any actions by any “doctor” regarding your loved one.

I wanted to sincerely thank each of your for your love, patience, compassion, kindness, and support our long, protracted battle to my Mom’s life. I wish you could all have met her. She was the most generous, most genuinely caring human I’ve ever been the privilege to know for 62 years. She was the one friend I could always depend on. She was the one person who UNCONDITIONALLY loved me, and put me first in her life.

Although, I know, for me, she is in Heaven, I will miss her so much, and remember her so much, to keep her alive in my heart, mind, and soul.

Thus, I will simply say thank you…give you virtual hugs, and say how truly blessed I am to know you, and to have you as my friends, brothers, and sisters.

~Your Brother, `Anon99

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Buzzwords, Jargon, and Life

The 1950s was not a Utopia by any means, Homophobia was rampant. Xenophobia was rampant, and Black folks were reserved to the back of the bus, and civil rights for people of color were almost nonexistent. It was an era built, and maintained by middle class white people. I was a slightly lower class person financially, so, instead of the Yellow Brick Road, we had the woods and fields…but, with a superhuman amount of hard work, my folks made sure I got an education. They made sure I got an education because, in the sublime ignorance of the 1950s, an education meant you could get a decent job and have a decent life. To be honest, in retrospect, it had a sort of LEAVE IT TO BEAVER facade, though, the grinning enthusiasm of the Cleaver family, was merely a facade, and people lived lives of quiet desperation as they always have.

But, thankfully, one thing we were not plagued with (much) was the buzz words that have infested our world to the point of eternal nausea.

In the tech field, software companies are perhaps some of the worst, inundating potential customers with their promise that they offer “solutions” (in my time, a solution was mixing sugar in your iced tea). Then they ladle on heavy amounts of words like “architecture”, multi-tasking, and well, you know the rest.

The PURPOSE of course, is to do exactly what George Carlin the comedian said, whose father as I understand, was an advertising executive (ala the MADMEN TV series), so George understood the advertising business. George even created the “Advertising lullaby”  


This piece that George did is TRULY a genius piece because, it is true….its all about lulling you into a dreamlike confused state to miss the fact that its all about giving you a proctological exam with a barbed wire corncob.

The IT / computer industry introduced a plethora of these buzzwords. Before the computer, the auto mechanic or any mechanic, was the master of the buzzword…and could create item names on the spot, like “your car’s reverse ion distributing transmutating system has developed a low point in the bore and now, its causing an aberrant motion in your pistons, with a resultant “wobble” that is robbing power and if left unattended, will ruin your motor”. And the customer would sigh, nod, reach for their wallet and ask what the damage was gonna be.

But, it’s unfair to single out or castigate mechanics, because the allopathic system has been engaging in this shit, but in a slightly different way, for centuries. First off, they use another language, often a “dead language” like Latin, to name things that if they translated them into English, you would understand immediately. They also are guilty of using Greek as well…Latin and Greek being the “classical” languages that even the Catholic church uses to conjure up terms so you don’t understand them.

For example, the socket in your pelvis, that the ball end of your femur fits into, is called the “acetabulum”…if you understand that acetic acid is associated with vinegar….you might start understanding that the word acetabulum is Latin for a bowl that contained vinegar. The bone in the front of your chest called the “sternum” originates from the Greek στέρνον, meaning chest. The little tip of the sternum  called the “xiphoid process”.

Both the Latin and Greek versions of the word xiphoid mean “sword like”. If you take any good course in medical terminology, you soon learn that most of these fancy medical terms are simply using another language’s words that, if they used our English term, you wouldn’t be so impressed by them, as if one had to be a genius to understand.

The end of your tailbone, the coccyx comes from the Greek word “kokkyx” meaning “cuckoo’s beak”and it goes on and on ad nauseum ( meaning, until it makes you sick).

And the legal profession, HOLY MOLY , that’s the mine field of jargon. It’s simple a mish mash of Latin words, some old English words, but mostly, like the special words in medicine and computer field, meant to make the layperson think that it takes some sort of frigging genius to understand this shit.

“Res ipsa loquitur” is merely Latin meaning “the thing speaks for itself”. Stare decisis is Latin meaning literally  “to stand by things decided” and is a legal theory meaning something has already come before a court and been decided.

But,let’s not forget allopathic medicine…ever hear the four indicia of inflammation, i.e., “rubor, calor, tumor, dolor” ? All those are , are Latin words for redness, heat, swelling, and pain, and those were observati0ns that ancient Latin dude named Celsus made.

The point is something that people have known for centuries. You use either Latin, Greek or some other language’s common terms for things, OR you make special SOUNDING words OR you take words that previously meant ONE thing and give them a new spin…the ultimate objective of ALL jargon, is to make good, common folks think that you are some kind of fucking genius and know shit they don’t know, when, the truth is, you are just using (often), especially in medicine and law, a dead language’s name for something or something that looked like something. The bony top of your skull, the “calvarium” if you go to http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/calvaria you find that again, Latin rears its dead head and that in late Latin it meant skull, and in earlier Latin, it came from “calvus” meaning bald.

So, we aren’t talking genius shit…we are talking simple substitution of dead language shit. Your muscle called the “biceps”…simply means “two heads” and triceps brachii, means “three heads of the arm”.  One of my personal faves is “coronary”…and when you search that one down, you find http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/coronary?s=t the “coron” part referring to a crown, and the ārius or ary part, referring to the heart.

So, the “professions”, law and medicine, basically have been using jargon as their weapon for centuries, to make the layperson think this is some high level, hard to understand shit. Think about hypertension (or “essential hypertension”) meaning high blood pressure. Shit, you know what the word “hyper” means, and you know what “tension” is….no need to pull out the Dorland’s medical dictionary for that one now is there ?

I suppose you can see my anger. I know a bit about law, medicine, AND technology, and I know that they use their jargon to confuse you, and / or make you think this is some kind of complex shit that only the smartest of the smart could understand. Now, I am not TOTALLY dissing the medical, legal, nor computer tech fields. There ARE difficult aspects to the disciplines….anyone who has taken the MCAT (medical college admission test) or in olden times, the MCSE exam (computer shit), unless they truly ARE some fucking genius, can tell you, both of those can be challenging, each in their own way.

But, what angers me is the haughty aspect . especially of law and medicine, that carries this arrogance over from the feudal times, that the customers that pay for their services, are somehow beneath them (like serfs) and they have a special knowledge that puts them in a class above.

Excuse me while I empty the slop bucket because with those ideas floating around, the slop bucket will fill up soon…overflow.

Of ALL the jargon, buzzwords, etc., perhaps the one that irritates me the most is the use of the word “solutions” and you find people in IT, software, hardware, “application services” using this the most and the worst. What’s wrong with the word “answers”….oh, that couldn’t be used because people would understand that one. No, you have to say you are “offering solutions”….Hmmm….you mean like “The Final Solution” that Hitler was so proud of….a word that just meant killing a hell of a lot of people… THAT kind of “solution” ?

My “solution” is to cut the bullshit jargon and speak plainly. If you have a decent product or service and people can afford it and want it, they will pay for it…you DON’T have to grease or lube it up with bullshit jargon to make us think you are some g0dlike geniuses sent from heaven to be a “deus ex machina”, more Latin, a plot used in the theatre meaning “G0d from the machine”…a plot device in which the hero had got in such a mess, that only divine intervention could get his ass out of it.

So, that’s my rant. Beware of bullshit jargon in the courts, in hospitals, in IT departments, in short, everywhere.

Thanks for reading this.

`Anon99

A young, beautiful woman died, and now the hospital wants to cover it up

One of my closet friends and follows, had a 29 year old daughter. She apparently was a beautiful girl, full of life. But, not to discuss the specifics, she started having health problems…such as blood work in which all or most values were either above or below normal values. Like many people, whether they are trained in health care or not, you pretty much become dependent on the hospital personnel once they admit you…i.e. have you in their clutches. I can tell you that our friend, the Mother, is a wonderful, caring, intelligent person and from speaking with her, it sounds like the doctors gave her the old “pat on the head” and the saying of “Don’t you worry your pretty little head about it”.

When your loved ones get hospitalized, it is almost like them being kidnapped, and you having the ability to occasionally see them for short periods.

I have been able to struggle through this ordeal, long distance, with my Sister Karen. I can only guess at the horror, the fear,that she has experienced. To be given the “okey doke” and told they have no idea what is wrong with your only child, is not only maddening, but it is wrong…it is morally and medically bankrupt, and if the doctors involved don’t like my assessment, to them I say “Fuck you”…Come at me Idiots.

I never knew Chrissy personally, but through Karen, she seemed like a wonderful, caring young adult. She deserved a long life. But, when they KEPT allowing her blood ammonia levels to skyrocket, even a first year med student should figure that if the liver does not do its job of turning it into urea…then one definitely has a liver problem.

Too many old folks and young folks are being allowed to die either though neglect, or cut rate doctors just not giving a shit.

We rage because a cop murders a young child, and we rightfully should, but doctors are murdering (yes, my word) all groups of people every damn day !
And, if you notice, these doctors and hospitals don’t WANT autopsies…because, it might reveal the cause of death….might reveal their medical malpractice.

In Karen’s case, as I understand, they are admitting the cause of death is unknown, mysterious…and that’s a good reason to have a autopsy.
Chrissy was a beautiful girl and she deserved a long life, deserved happiness.

Hard day yesterday…

I went to see Mom yesterday…talked with the treating doctor there…and spent Most of day and part of evening speaking with lawyer on Mom’s situation…it was, to say the least, a VERY hard day emotionally and physically. When I tried to log on to say hi to you guys, I saw that Twitter had locked my account until I deleted 13 (THIRTEEN) posts I made about a certain daeshbag from England who claims to be a “graphic designer”, because apparently, the little pussy went whining to them. If you wish to report and block him, that’s up to you…I am not tell you to do such a good thing.

I have a LOT of medical research to do today to offer solutions to doctors who do not want to acknowledge them.

To be honest, I feel like I’ve been worked over by the Ferguson cops with baseball bats this morning.

I just want to say I TRULY love my follows…through this whole ordeal, you have given me hope, love, support, and no matter how long I live, I will never be able to thank you enough.

So, I may not be online much due to all I have to do today, but I just wanted to say how proud I am of you all, and how much you mean to me. One word applies the best…you truly are #Family.

~With Love, your old Anon Viking Pyrate

The State of the Union…One Anon’s Perspective


It saddens me that this scene from Network, is still the truest assessment of how things are I can find. I guess, this article is what you can call THE STATE OF THE UNION from One Anon’s Perspective. Today, I had to go get cat litter, and as I was driving, I saw an Hispanic family on the corner near the local Walmart, begging for money. The man I presume was the husband and father, appeared to be in his late 20s, and his wife a bit younger. They had three children, one was a baby, the other two, not that much older.

I have been talking to a lot of people lately, people around this country. This nation,  beyond the puffery and bullshit the two major parties are spewing forth, is in trouble.
Gasoline was one dollar eighty eight sense a gallon, and while we look at that and think “Wow, that’s cheap”….not that many years ago…such a price would be met with anger and indignation. This is called the “slow boiling of the frog” or…”incremental indoctrination of the people to accept a shitty existence”.

I won’t go into my Mom’s current existence save to say that we have several thousand pages of medical records that document they lied to us, and deliberately allowed her to get worse, and put her through more pain than I can imagine.

But, this STATE OF THE UNION is not really about just my Mom,  me, the price of gas, or even an Hispanic family begging for food in the hot Texas sun at the local Walmart.

We are screwed…and by “we”, I mean the majority of the American people, if not the majority of the middle and lower class of good people worldwide.

I have had the opportunity to speak with many people lately who have either personally been placed in the hospital, or who have very close loved ones in the hospital. What I have found is extremely disturbing. One thing is that in this, the 21st century, many people don’t have an extended family to rely on, don’t have friends or loved ones…many folks are facing things like serious illness alone. What I’ve also found is that once people get hospitalized…ESPECIALLY if they are placed on a ventilator, they take a serious turn for the worse….and MRSA, C Diff, and other opportunistic, nosocomially acquired infections are rampant…threatening to kill the poor folks in there for some other reason.

And, I have seen personally, and heard from many folks, that doctors in hospitals, seem not to care about the patients as people. It is hard to find any doctor who graduated from an American medical college in hospitals now, and as much as I hate to admit it, some of the doctors I have met, and some other folks have met, are prejudiced against Americans, especially Caucasian Americans. This phenomenon of filling hospitals with foreign doctors seems like it started with the onset of the 21st century, however, it may have begun before that. And, there really is no incentive to make sure patients get well…the doctor gets paid whether you survive or die….the pharmaceutical companies get paid whether you survive or die.

But, although I could spend an entire year discussing the medical issues alone (and don’t forget that medical errors are the third leading cause of deaths in the USA), I don’t want to spend this whole article on that.

Small businesses are dying…going under. And, if you want to link this with the healthcare issues, many if not most of the doctors who in the past, would have a single provider, private practice, have had to give up and either go in with a group, or become an employee of a hospital or insurance company. The days of the town doc who knew everyone, will soon be only a quaint memory.

People with small businesses are going under every day. I’m not going to take the easy way out and say that Walmart, that many headed hydra is killing off all the Mom and Pop stores…which, although true, is far too simplistic.

The government goes out of its way to benefit large corporations, but goes out of its way to kill off the Mom and Pop, small businesses nationwide.

The people I have talked with, from California to New York, from Florida to Ohio, are hurting in every way possible. They are hurting financially, hurting emotionally, hurting physically, and our country just goes merrily along as if everything is fine. Well, it’s not fine. And, when the poor 99 percent is no longer able to buy fast food, buy crap at Walmart, pay for the overpriced medications, pay their hospital bills, or even buy gas to go look for a job, what the hell is this country going to do ?

Luckily, since I am not a candidate, I don’t have to play like I have the solution to everything because I don’t. But, I do know that whatever policies have gotten us to where we are at, are not only not working, but are deadly to this economy and to our people.

I’m not running for office, but I deeply care about my Brothers and Sisters across this country….I care about the animals, about the kids who are going hungry, being abused. I get more DMs than you can imagine…from honest, good, “salt of the Earth” folks, the kind of people who are what this country is supposed to be about, who are desperate. They see what is happening just as I do, and they feel powerless to stop this headlong trip toward the cliff.

In 2008, there was a “financial meltdown”, and in large part, it was caused by the big banks, using financial derivatives like Credit Default Swaps…so, we the poor folks had to bail their drunken, gambling asses out…but did we outlaw the practices that got us there? No…banks are still engaging in the same practices that caused Bush to give his “Sky is Falling, Chicken Little Speech”….after his administration had told us the economy was just great for several months.

And, this article is not meant to be a bully pulpit to advocate that you vote for someone , but, from listening to Bush, Clinton, Trump, et al, the only one “speaking my language” is Bernie Sanders. By nature, I am suspicious of ALL politicians, and I certainly don’t believe Sanders is a Saint, but he seems to be the only one who is even addressing the very serious problems we have…problems that will not go away if we don’t radically change many parts of how this country functions.

I’m not saying that I expect every American to live like kings or queens in opulence, but I AM saying that damn it, we deserve a decent living, affordable housing, affordable health care and medicine. For those I know, the “Affordable Healthcare Act” was a joke in that it was anything but affordable. The halfway measure of letting insurance companies screw us, and force us to buy their overpriced plans, and if we are too poor to buy them, to punish us with a fine, is madness. We needed Medicare for All or a Single Payer, but what we got was a birthday present for Big Pharma and Big Insurance.

Where did the “Change we can believe in” go? Medical marijuana is still illegal nationally. Millions are unemployed or underemployed, housing is getting so expensive that it is out of reach for more all the time.

Look, it doesn’t take a genius to figure that if you keep electing rich people, they will keep doing favors for their rich donors, and us poor folks will continue getting abused.

Remember when colonists revolted because of “taxation without representation”?
Look who allegedly “represents” us. In 2014, for the first time, most congress people are worth more than a million dollars. http://www.opensecrets.org/news/2014/01/millionaires-club-for-first-time-most-lawmakers-are-worth-1-million-plus/ “Of 534 current members of Congress, at least 268 had an average net worth of $1 million or more in 2012, according to disclosures filed last year by all members of Congress and candidates. The median net worth for the 530 current lawmakers who were in Congress as of the May filing deadline was $1,008,767 — an increase from the previous year when it was $966,000.”

So, given that, who do these people “represent” ? They damn sure aren’t our peers. They damn sure don’t represent me…so we ARE being taxed without being represented by people with our best interests at heart.

This country is sitting atop a powderkeg. Police are abusing, killing us, without being punished. Bankers, Big Pharma, Big Medicine are screwing us over and in some cases killing us, without being punished. I speak with people who are angry.These are the kind of folks who fought World War II…the salt of the earth, honest, good people…and the ONLY question is…where is the flash point at which this country erupts into violence.

Or, is it possible we have lost hope to the degree we will just lay down and continue taking our new position as door mat for the rich.

This is not just about Twitter slogans or Facebook posts…we are talking about people’s lives…the most serious topic I can think of, and the multimillionaires on the campaign trail think everything is just so damn funny. It’s NOT funny….its a crime, and its a tragedy.

You see, I’m an old guy. I grew up in the 1950s…I remember that things were not always as horrible as they are now…which MEANS, they don’t HAVE to be that way NOW. But, the only thing that needs to happen for evil to triumph is for good men and women to do nothing.

So, that’s my “State of the Union”…we’re fuxed, and we better start making changes soon.

Thanks for reading this.

`Anon99

My theory is that the most cunning, most violent species survives

http://www.cnn.com/2015/09/10/africa/homo-naledi-human-relative-species/
New species of human ancestor discovered in South Africa
So they believe to have found a different species of human, they have titled Homo naledi who they say, had the brain the size of an orange, an opposable thumb, and from what the researchers say, went to great effort to bury their dead in more remote areas of caves, suggesting a society that cares for its members.

We all know about the stereotypical tale of the “knuckle dragging Neanderthals” and the upright, large brained Cro-Magnons, but as time goes on, we are finding the cartoonish understanding of these different humanoids are probably wrong. For example, the old images of Neanderthals depicted them with darker skin, dark hair…when further examination, and even just thinking about the climate they developed in, would suggest they probably had fairer skin, and probably reddish hair. This is not a universal belief right now, but the fact they lived in colder climates suggests that they, like the Nordics of the modern era, may have had lighter skin as an adaptation to less sunlight. This new “species” is not the only one….since not long ago the species comically coined “the Hobbit” ( Homo floresiensis) was discovered, which apparently lived on a remote Indonesian island.

One interesting thing that has been reported about the Neanderthal vs Cro Magnon competition is that for apparently, a long time, the technology of the Neanderthal and the Cro-Magnon was comparable. But suddenly (of course in archaeological terms, suddenly is an hour or so…its all relative), are for no apparent reason, the technology of the Cro-Magnons, relative to the Neanderthals, took a giant leap forward. The more we learn about the Cro-Magnons and Neanderthals, it appears they both took care of members of their tribes who were sick or injured, and both had relatively well developed cultures.

There are various theories on why the Neanderthals seemed to have disappeared…there is the replacement theory, and the assimilation theory  http://anthro.palomar.edu/homo2/mod_homo_4.htm It is of course possible that the real explanation is a combination of my factors…i.e. perhaps they not only interbred with Cro-Magnons, but some died from diseases after coming in contact with Cro-Magnons, diseases they had no previous exposure to, and thus, no immunity.

But, my own belief is that there may have been many “human like” species over time, and that the species that survived interactions, were the more cunning, more violent. In other words, a very peaceful group, with modest resources, who wanted to live in harmony with a neighboring group, might be easily wiped out by their neighbors who had no such desire to share the wealth so to speak. An aggressive species, of a lower intelligence, would have no compunction against sudden raids on their neighbors, and simply stealing the technology they had developed.

I personally don’t like that explanation, that view of history, but I think it is reasonable given even the history we have seen in the last two centuries.

With regard to the Neanderthals, I think they were NOT the brutish creatures that popular culture depicted them as. I think if they had a fault, it was perhaps they were too trusting of this other group with the more gracile Cro-Magnons.

The story of our species, even more than that of the other animals, is I believe,
“written in fang and claw”.  History bears witness that usually, the more violent, aggressive group, will prevail, and either subjugate or wipe out their less violent, less aggressive neighbors. Technology can empower a group to flourish, making food production, shelter production more effective…but, it can also be turned toward weaponizing things. We know that in Korea, when farmers were forbidden to possess traditional weapons, they took their farming implements such, and turned them into weapons. Jumping forward to the USA, we know that huge amounts of money are
spent on weapons production and research. We lunge headlong into being the group with the most dangerous , most powerful, most frightening of weapons…going far beyond what would be needed for mere defense.

So, to the extent we in the USA are warlike, fairly intelligent, and not adverse to being aggressive, it would seem that we, like the Cro-Magnons, will survive.

`Anon99

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