Free Healthcare!!

At my last visit to the doctor’s office I had a conversation with the front desk nurses about healthcare costs.

We happened on the topic because I mentioned that my co-pays for office visits went up a whole $15 in the past 17 years.  (For those cattle who can’t do math…that’s a little more than 88 cents a year.  Conversely, my deductible has gone up about $60 per year, which still isn’t all that pathetic if you really think about it.)

Neither one of the nurses had much to say regarding the rising costs of healthcare, but they both expressed their concern about how many people are on medicaid who shouldn’t be.

Like say, the 24 year old college grad who refuses to work because they can’t “find a job”, even though there are tons and tons of jobs out there.  Maybe not in the field of study for which they graduated, but a job just the same.  

After listening to their gripes, I then mentioned how I would run for President of the USA and promote a four-step plan to offer free healthcare to everyone.

They were intrigued…until I laid out the steps… 

  • First: I would remove all IRS deductions and credits across the board.  That’s right! … No more child tax credits, no more deductions for medical expenses, no more deductions for gambling or investment losses, no more deductions for giving to a non-profit…  NO MORE DEDUCTIONS OR CREDITS…PERIOD!!
  • Second: I would raise the income tax of every single person in the USA by 50%, and any income over $499,999 would be taxed at 100%.
  • Third: I would remove any federal taxes on gasoline or petroleum products and then impose the following taxes:
    • a) a 100% tax on any net proceeds above $30 million that collegiate and/or professional athletics receive in a calendar year. This would include but not be limited to overall revenue or donations regardless of their non-profit standing with the IRS.
    • b) a 100% tax on any monies exceeding one-hundred million dollars ($100,000,000) for any Endowment fund of private or public secondary educational institutions.
    • c) a charge of $1000 per undocumented person living or working in the USA that would be billed to that person’s country of origin.  
    • d) a 50% tax on all gifts, donations or revenue generated through “fund-me” websites regardless of tax-exempt status. 
    • e) a 1000% tax on any business in the pornography industry. 
    • f) a 50% tax on all monies that are invested in foreign currencies, exchanges, banks or financial institutions by US citizens or companies.
    • g) a 50% tax on all proceeds from foreign investors who own real estate for rental or lease on United States soil.
  • Fourth: by putting massive regulations on every health insurance company, health provider and pharmaceutical company to…
    • promote healthy living and severely limit the ability to prescribe drugs that would become addictive. . .I’m talking opioids. . .(unless ALL other options have been exhausted), if they did prescribe these drugs, not only would the doctors who prescribe them have to fill out massive amounts of paperwork just to get the approval to prescribe them, they would also have their names placed on a watchlist to make sure they aren’t over-prescribing. (Ah…who am I kidding?   That paperwork and watchlist would exist for any and every drug that doctors prescribe.)   
    • create a cleanliness act that would force any and all hospitals, care facilities and health clinics to have the technology in place to sterilize and combat bacteria/germs/fungi that can cause further complications to overall patient health.

Yeeeaaahh…much like you, the nurses weren’t all that interested in my plan after hearing it because they understood just how much money it would cost and how little freedom they would have in the healthcare field to actually treat patients.  

By the way…I never said I’d get elected, all I said is I would promote a four step plan to provide free healthcare to everyone in the USA if I run for President.  

I know I wouldn’t be popular, but at least I’d be honest.  

 

 

 

 

Grocery Hell

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Here’s an oldie but a goody!  Hope it makes your belly jiggle like a bowl full of jelly!  LOL! 

Originally I published this on Dec 22, 2014…  Merry Christmas! 

George Bernard Shaw once said:  “If the other planets are inhabited, then they are using the earth as their insane asylum,” and I’m quite certain that he said that while grocery shopping during the holidays. 

This evening I made the mistake of stopping at the grocery store after my long and boring day at work. 

Ironically, I used the word “mistake“.  

Even more ironically, that I would lead you to assume I had a choice in the matter.  

It’s amazing the power of one individual who can purposely call you late in the day and ask in a sweet, gentle, loving voice,  “Honey.  We really need some things at the grocery store, and since we forgot to pick them up yesterday.  Would you mind stopping there on your way home from work?”  

I’d like to take a minute and point out some key words used in the statement above.  

First,  The word “honey”. 

It’s a word used by the non-masculine gender to elicit a softening of the heart and mood of those who possess the XY chromosome.  It’s commonly used in place of “sweetie”, “darling”, “sweetheart” and “stud muffin”; all of which can be used interchangeably and will create a warming sensation in the chest and mind of those who possess the XY chromosome.

smiling girlMost of those non-masculine types who use this word will do it out of sheer selfishness to gain an advantage and render powerless those in the XY chromosome category who think they actually have any authority.  Making it impossible to say “no“.

Next, I’d like to point out the pronoun WE which is used directly after the term “honey”.  This is only used to help those with the XY chromosome to understand that they are as much, or more so, responsible for the problem that is about to be conveyed, and IF they would have done their job correctly in the past, WE wouldn’t be in the mess “we’re” in now. 

And finally, the question that is proposed is not a question.  It’s a command that is given with only ONE correct response.  Any other response will bring about certain discomforts to those who possess the XY chromosome. 

So, after slowly driving through more traffic than there should have been (I have no idea where it came from because EVERYONE left work early today except me), I made it to the parking lot of the grocery store and drove around looking for a place to park.  

There were no places to park.  

willy-wonka-tunnelWhen I eventually found a place to park and made the long walk to the front of the store, I entered into a world of sheer imagination…and dread…and hopelessness…and fear.

Instead of grocery carts and baskets, there was a line of people which had me puzzled, so I asked the man standing at the back of the line what they were waiting for and in a blunt, exasperated tone he stated, “shopping cart!

Therefore, like the rest of the cattle, I took my place in line waiting for a grocery cart…but then I came to my senses and realized that these people were all nuts; so I went out to the parking lot and waited for a nice elderly couple to finish using theirs.

After thanking the sweet couple and wishing them a very Merry Christmas, I proceeded back into the store with my newly acquired prize.  …  A Shopping Cart!

However, as soon as I reached the front doors, I was verbally assaulted by a very large woman who didn’t take kindly to my “stealing” a cart from someone in the parking lot, as well as not waiting my turn like everyone else.  (..sigh..)  Like it was my problem these people are as dumb as a herd of cattle waiting to be fed.

Anyway…she proceeded to taunt and berate me in front of the other twenty in the herd…and before I knew it, they all started in on how I was “stealing” because I hadn’t waited my turn by standing in line while a punk kid pushing carts was out having a smoke while waiting in the parking lot for other cattle to repossess their carts.

Nonetheless, as they all continued to complain about their lack of ingenuity and ability to take the lead, I took advantage of the situation and directed their argument towards one another by accusing one of the customers of cutting in line, and while they started arguing among themselves…I ignored them and walked into the store…

…  with my shopping cart.

I very much wish that was the end of my grocery store fiasco, but it wasn’t.  The aisles were packed with cattle trying to locate their desired wares.  Some of them were just standing there looking at the ceiling.

I’m not joking…there were two guys and one very old lady just standing there looking at the ceiling.  I think they were security or maybe they heard voices…but each time I walked by them (passed one guy three times) I looked up to see what they were staring at…I should’ve asked because I never saw it.

It took 30 minutes to find a place to park.  30 minutes to snag a grocery cart.  1 hour and 30 minutes to acquire and pay for all the groceries I needed (wife kept texting me with more items) and 25 minutes to get out of the parking lot.   

Nearly three hours later…I’m home.  Groceries are delivered.  Wife is hap….

…crap…

…spoke too soon…

I forgot the butter.   //hangs head\\

Grocery stores around the holidays are pathetic.

 

 

 

 

Missed Opportunities

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What do you do when everything inside you tells you that you’re going to be a failure, but when you see that one person who takes your breath away you suddenly have the confidence of 1000 men?

Do you approach them?  Do you say hello?  Do you just stand there gawking like a weirdo and repress the confidence with negative thoughts?  

In my case, I approach them and say hello.  I’m kinda weird like that, except this morning…I saw a woman walking into the building where I get my morning coffee, and since I wasn’t having a very good morning, my spirit was kind of. . . disgruntled.  

Anyway, she was walking in the building ahead of me and held the door for myself and another person.  For a brief moment she looked up at me and when our eyes met, my confidence grew.  I can’t really explain it, it just did.  

As we walked closer to the elevators, she flipped her hair a few times and kind of slowed down a bit to let me catch up.  All the signs were there and I felt like saying hello or asking her how she was doing this morning, however, instead of saying anything to her I let her get on the elevator and never even looked back.  

I have no idea who she is.  No idea if I’ll ever see her again.  No idea if I’ll ever have the opportunity to introduce myself again.  

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Missed opportunities are pathetic, but sometimes being a guy and feeling like you’re the one who has to make the move all the time can be really pathetic as well. 

Lost Boys

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And as pathetic as it is…

The “boys” in this world are confused, lust-filled mongrels who lack any sense of morality or decency.  

Most of them never grow out of puberty and lack confidence, self-respect and love.  It’s sad really…because I firmly believe the reason for this is a lack of a true role-model. . . a father who will take them under their wing and teach them how to be a man. . . a real man. . . instead, they end up being one of these flimsy, pathetic lost boys who can never seem to grow up.

And what’s even more pathetic…these “boys” are procreating and creating more of their kind!

 

Pathetic Wisdom Wednesday

 

 

Stupidity annoys me, so please make every attempt to avoid me today if you plan on being or acting stupid.   

(**Note: I deem stupidity to be anything and everything that includes …  talking, walking, chewing, breathing, harassing, thinking, believing, condescending, griping, complaining, working, slandering, insulting, complimenting, waving, looking, touching, feeling, hoping, wondering, requesting, expecting, desiring, wanting, loving, hating, singing, backstabbing, murdering, blogging, drinking, interneting, driving, playing, horsing, laughing, tickling, thriving, striving, exerting and existing.)

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Here’s a video to get you through your Wednesday: