Someone asked me why this blog is so much like a diary.
Well it was never meant to be, I was going to put up my serious articles, poems, books, art.
But now I figure I'm going to die here in Vancouver,
a victim of the pre-Olympics poverty pogrom. The final stage of the "inevitable" right wing conversion of Kanada to a new and glorious subServant State of the Great American Shit conglomeration.
In the future, when they study the social cleansing mentality of early 21st century Canada, this will be a blight as dark as our railroads built on slave labor, or our death camps for orientals, or residential schools run by pedophiles, or forced sterilization of mental patients, or illegal LSD brainwashing experiments on mental health patients. The selling of mental health institutions to well connected political supporters for condo-conversion, and the subsequent "mental health problem" of former patients now criminalized and destitute. Look it up, they're all well documented, we're not quite the civilized society our gov't projects with it's state sponsored monopoly media machinery.
Maybe I'll make it to a footnote.
One more dead artist/writer who should have just been happy licking boots.
I've said it before.
Rapists, murderers, thieves, get 3 square meals and a roof over their head.
People who don't have a home but are honest and don't steal, starve and sleep in the rain
in Glorious and Free Canada.
Our value system is all fucked up
don't you think?
Unfortunately, even though I'm about to get an operation in about 1.5 months, and after the operation I'm going to be in a wheelchair possibly, and not able to do normal walking about shit for about 3-4 months, it doesn't seem to help me get a place to sleep.
But if I killed someone, or raped someone, or stole a car, I'd have a home tonight. I'd laugh if my guts didn't hurt so much. Time for one of those T3's. Which should I choose? Of those options? They ARE options right? I'm running out of honest ones, and I ran out of patience a looooong fucking time ago.
You know, I wonder if Jesus himself would like what we do to the poor and medically hurt? Would he be happy with our priorities ?
You there, the police officer "investigating" this flea who dares to speak
As you walk about and drive about the next few days, interacting with the sludge of society, imagine that robed and bearded hippie standing beside you during each interaction you have with them. With each person you talk to, imagine him beside you, reacting. What are his reactions? Be honest, or you won't absorb the true benefits of the mental excercise.
The people that run various gov't funded "service" providers drive their SUV's around, while the organizations actually feeding, housing, and healing people barely scrape by on philanthropy.
I think the Dude would actually throw a tantrum, similiar to that moneylender snit he's famous for.
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Under the 3 Bridges.....
I went to a little general practice clinic.
In less than 20 minutes, my ACL and hernia had specialist referrals, my toe had also been looked at, and my paperwork for Social services to inform them of these things was completed.
12 miles of WALKING and 3 visits to Three Bridges clinic for the exact same health issues and I got nothing but BS psych analysis without any physical exam.
I went elsewhere in frustration and got it assessed in 20 minutes.
I went back to 3 Bridges and talked to someone in a program, the only one in BC, that helps people with various gender health issues. They mostly help people who are "switching", which I definately have no intention of doing(My weenie is fine and I definitely don't want it chopped OFF, of course I wish it were a bit more"impressive", and I look too much like a football player to think I'd suit a dress, ugh, anyway I'm digressing....), but they know the specialist I need for my particular doodad I was born with. I've tried contacting them about 15 times. Just a machine. Someone not in their office took the time to talk to me and I finally, after 4 months had a doctors name that specializes in various things, one of which is Intersex anatomical health issues. So I switched my doctor at 3 bridges. We'll have to see. It should have taken 4 minutes not months to get that name.
I didn't even want to go there. I had the most distressing, inconsiderate, condescending bullshit experience of my life going there before, but apparently you have no choice in BC, you must submit to a humiliating interrogation to get medical attention if you have anything mutated on your body. I really feel safe. Not. But the hernia and this issue are interrelated so what do I do?
I think these blocks are in place so people will just die, then they won't have to bother.
They can focus on the rich then.
They really want it to fail, because there's so much fucking money in medicine if you don't waste your time on people without credit cards.
Since I've been lugging my pack around, walking and walking, hernia complaining all the while, I've stressed my insides badly, so I went to the emergency at VGH, I wasn't sure I could go 2 weeks. It hurt.
Obviously I'm not insane. As I keep trying to tell every fucking paperwork peon in my path.
I was given anti-inflammatory medication for my hernia and more T3's than I've used in my life.
If we don't get back to federally regulated medicare soon, we'll have people dying on the hospital steps or losing their houses to pay for having a baby, like those smarty-pants down south.
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