Always in Need of edit

I sometimes pour out a draft in need of drinking. If I take that first sip it seems to linger for a moment of contemplation, the taste of the brew, time after time after I move on I might lapse back and drink the whole case at once. them. The last one overwith, no more brews, a long walk back out of the forest, the sound of skyrockets and revilry. It's all in my head . . . I can't click back to that mindset, I've shed a skin of pain, never knowing to sit still inside the rain and hear the world soaking in it.

As fiascos and poltical connery go, this one is the most conneratious of all. See, it's so remarkibly screwed up that I'm making up words. and so we are stuck with me being bloatatous and pronouncetorious, another new and annoying word that is necessary to get my point across: the level of how SNAFU'd (don't mark be down for all caps) this SNAFU has FU'd is FU'd beyond belief and without any mode of explaining it except to say it's put the screw up at a whole new level: Governmental and Institutionaal Dementia of otherwise sane people following the lemmings tails of their bosses, hypnotized by 'the message', lost in their own grand elequent constant soliquiezing (still more abomidible words, and you know he ain't going edit this later, but just delete it.

And if anyone gets sick? What can they do then? If prayer, itself, the most powerful form of medicene doesn't work, what do they do then? Don't blame the wind for the rain. Don't blame life for death. Don't look to the uncapible to supply and provide. Don't expect people to crawl way out on the limb of despair with you unless they have ulterior motives.

And when anyone gets sick and they are refused help? What do they do then? Hopefully not make it into a poltical theatre. Hopefully be a society of grand benevolence. But it sucks when Government takes that part that people would use to help the needy, and pay for their health care, put them in a charity bed on a charity floor right next to the room where kings and cardinals are cured. That comes from the spirit of charity. Governments and institutions can try to supercede that spirit, but they can not elliminate it.

So if or when the imagined bad stuff starts to happen isn't it time then to just look past the screen reading politicians and press-pleckos who hover around them (like a Winter hatch of moths flittering through the post harvast hedgerows and fields of the wasted land).

Some kind of grand line now could be put here starting like this "if they be sick . . . " but it really would be a tasteless thing to say. The people in government who are held to account for screwing up, when cancer victims don't get their treatments, they don't need to be scapegoated for the bad policy that comes from the institutional dementia of large corruptocratic enties of giant fuss-worthy governance, trusteeship, and board (bored to tears over this argument) appointments (of the very long ago, so far in the past that we all forget where it came from).

If one part of the system doesn't distribute the health care dollars efficiently then who is going to take care of the truly needy? What organization or charity will come to rescue those who fall past or through the 'safty net'. What other safty net exists below the free care that government mandates?

Since the beginning of this argument many many years ago I have always held the position that any money that it taken as a 'fine', but now as declared by the Supremely Courteous Supreme Court 'a tax', any of that money ought to be put in a trust fund (a 'health care savings account') for use of the person who pays the fine or anyone that he or she deems worthy of using it. So, grandma could use that money for grand baby. Wouldn't that make for a much better safety net?

The 'rulership' class has the safty net of being on the inside of the secretocracy, they are 'taken care of' because that is what the elite does for itself. In America it is supposed to be that we are all of the 'leadership' class. That is why we are supposed to have equal protection under the law. That is seemingly voided now through a lot of fussy language and 'deeming' and 'mandates' and 'proclamations' and calling things 'settled'.

Well, a lot of people still believe in the American Democracy. My guess is that if there are really people who need care those people are going to get the care that they need.

But who the hell am I to make such a guess? What do I know sitting here at my terminal trying to say something real. when my friend was with pnumonia I drove him to the big Catholic hospital in Brighton (world famous) and they put him up in the Cardinal's room. They saved his life. He had no insurance and no way to pay them back.

So we need to stop guessing. That is why people are so damned focused on this health insurance scam portal debacle. If this is what we can expect when we need to see a doctor, then what hope do we have but to pray?

 rewrite rewrite rewrite,
    all the day 
  and into the night.   

Better stories for the morning, less stress, more bright shining day.

I know this writer guy. He's a joke writer. But lately he's been crying in his beer. He keeps trying to write some new jokes. Jokes that will take the edge of the day. He wants to write some really funny things, make people bust a gut. He's trying. He's watching the who Broken Promise Care thing. And there just isn't anything funny. the beat.

Faith or Law? Which is it?

4 Nov, 2013.

Note to self: edit edit edit!

prayers appreciated for Katt who is scheduled for a C-section on Thursday in VT! New baby is a girl!

more from a newer fiction

what say ye oh milkman-popup sprite?

Milkman red devil popup :

"I got nothin'."

I'm not putting any words in Mr. Lincolns mouth.

I've suggested having beams coming from Lincolns eyes to highlight words, and perhaps to create a dissolve. But I'm sure that I saw that first in the original Godzilla only it was Godzilla and not Mr. Lincoln who had beams coming out of his eyes. If I provided that effect here I just be ripping off a classic. Well, I guess that is what all artists do so what am I waiting for? Oh, ya, I'm more of an engineer than an artist. Why can't someone be both? Why can't some people stop talking about themselves?

    The poem
    is roaming
  roaming
 like a yearling calf
   that got away
    that got away
  leaping and playing
  calling out and saying
   this is my life
      my day
          got away
         got away
       got away

    The sky is like a pencil drawing
   from someone seeing a sky like a drawing
  and drawing
   the clouds and ridges and the
      sailboats 
   on the bay
      out on the bay
   on the bay.
 
 Those yearling calfs have met up now
   off in the deep wood glade upon the knoll
   where farmer A and farmer B
       don't think to go.

   The sun light through green leaves
       the smell of fresh wind.
  
   Those yearling cattle
    skipping, leaping
        knocking each other over
   running away
      from farmer B
   and farmer A