Do I Come Off Like A Hater?

The intent of this website has always been truth and open discussion in search of the truth. I make some pretty unpopular comments on this site that many people are afraid to even think about for fear of reprisal. But I say these things because my research has proven to myself my opinion to be true and correct. I do not expect anyone to believe I know what I am talking about, but I do expect that if I’m not believed that those in disagreement would at least make an effort to review the data presented by sources they believe to be to be true. All of my data comes from sources recognized as reliable sources for said data.

For instance, The Washington Post Database. This data source says that the Black Population of the U.S. is approximately 13 percent, and it is. But this is where everybody has stopped looking at the data, to use 13 percent as the calculation regarding people shot by police. Now, this is simple math, and most of you know the major cities around you. If Blacks are 13 percent of the entire U.S. population, do you believe that Black people reside in everywhere America? There are communities in this Country that have 0 percent Black population. Where are the 13 percent for the 0 percent community? Well, they have added themselves to a different community, and suddenly someplace has more than 13 percent Black population. Look at major cities across America. What is the Black population percentage of the major cities in the U.S.? Surprise! 23 to 60 percent. And, if you take a look at the streets after dark you will discover that the downtown area of many cities is as much as 90 percent Black. I am not trying to make negative comments towards Blacks because they need to understand that they are being misled just like the rest of us. When you look at the actual population where these incidents happen, in many incidents the population of Blacks and Whites are both close to 33 percent each with the other percentage mixed.

Now, you don’t have to do but a couple minutes of research to ascertain I’m telling you the truth. Take a moment and then think about it. What does the Washington Post Database do? Sells newspapers, and promotes civil unrest which is another newspaper seller. All across this Country there are a lot of people making money off of racism. Look around you, people of all colors on the streets, on the Internet, and in the news. People everywhere promote racism while saying they are fighting racism. Those people are the problem. I don’t hate anyone, okay maybe an ex-wife, even that’s questionable.

Too truly combat racism, all you have to do is become color-blind and treat everybody as equal. It really is not that hard to do.

AAAAARRRRGGGGGGGGG!!!

I’m gonna die by Stroke or Heart Attack long before Medicare lets me go to the f’in hospital! I am so irritated by this whole Medicare process, it’s an experience you have to actually participate in to understand. Let me tell you the story . . .

For the past 35 – 40 years I have had Kaiser Hospital for my medical coverage. At 65 Kaiser kicks you out requiring you go get Medicare, does not matter if you are retired or not. So, I contact Medicare, they provide me with Medicare part A and B. But when I get the paperwork on it, I don’t have Kaiser. My part B is some weird Insurance company back east. I don’t want this, I want Kaiser. I tell them I do not want the part B they have given me, that I want Kaiser. They tell me I can change it when open enrollment starts again. I tell them I don’t want their bullshit part B and I’m not going to pay for it. So, after a few months of my not paying for it they kill my part B instead of giving me Kaiser. Have I pointed out, I’m not even retired yet.

Of course, you know what happens next . . . I enjoy a motorcycle accident, WITHOUT HEALTH INSURANCE. I end up in the hospital with a broken ankle, broken hip, smashed up face, and stuck in a hospital 35 miles from home. Did I mention I had no health insurance? Well the doctors at the hospital figured it out before I did, and they didn’t want to do a damn thing for me. They had me down in x-ray, took pictures, saw what was wrong and didn’t put a cast on my ankle, required I purchase a $95.00 walker before I could check out, and did nothing for the dislocated shoulder that I didn’t know was dislocated but they did. So, I get myself put into a debt I do not need:

  • Central Valley Imaging . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . $678.49
  • UCSF Medical Center . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .$5153.00
  • AMR Global Medical Response . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ..$3044.91
    • . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .$8876.40

Plus I’ve lost my beautiful 1998 Harley Road King to a Tow yard someplace in San Jose that lien sales it a week later. I took about a 10k hit losing the bike but that doesn’t piss me off near as much as Medicare.

You see, in addition to Medicare fucking with me, the medical bills, and the pain enjoyed as part of the accident. I was also found responsible for the accident, so my insurance didn’t pay shit. But, it even gets worse.

I get telephone calls between 10 and 30 per day, starting at 6:00 AM from Senior Life and Medicare Benefits trying to get me to get me to buy my Medicare C and D from them. It DOES NOT MATTER IF YOU GET OFF THEIR LIST ONE DAY, you are back on it the next. And get this, none of the phone numbers called from are working numbers.

As for Medicare, you irresponsible muther-fuckers can kiss my ass. My shoulder is still dislocated since July 7, 2022, I am diabetic having vision problems, and I feel like shit. Did I mention that I have had about 11 strokes? Anyway, fuck off, I would rather die than keep fucking around with you folks.

Oh, I got a letter from Kaiser yesterday telling me they couldn’t be my medical provider because I don’t have a Medicare Part B. I call Social Security who tells me I can have my Part B, but I have to pay the period that they had me on Part B to now even though I declined it and never used it. At about $150.00 per month, sure I’ll just run out and pay that today. And after my monthly comes out of my retirement when I retire, Social Security will give me about $550.00 per month to live on.

And, I am still not retired.

Don’t ya’all get all concerned about me. I’m just ranting caused I’m pissed off and frustrated as hell and like everything else . . . I’ll get over it.

The Halloween, that wasn’t . . .

Have we already lost to those who wish us a lack of fun and lost imagination? Have they sufficiently beat us down so far that we cannot go into our city streets and have fun anymore? What has happened to the land that I love? What has happened to the people that used to live in this Country that enjoyed the party, the costumes, and the thrill of having our hearts beating in fear of something or someone hiding in the dark?

You may not have missed Halloween last night. If you were lucky and the Halloweens’ found you, tell em I miss em.

Wait, what the hell am I supposed to do with all this candy? I am diabetic, I cannot eat all this (munch, munch, burp . . .) candy! Diabetic Coma, here I come. You know, I only bought candy that I liked. Stuff like “Reese Peanut Butter Cups,” “3 Musketeers,” and “HoHo’s.” And, I bought gobs of it. I can swim in Peanut Butter and Chocolate for the next week if I want.

Man, I hope Turkey Day and Christmas doesn’t pass me by . . . Oh Santa?

Wait! I know somebody had a Halloween! So long as there be ex-wives and mothers-in-law, there be witches!

The Thing I Hate Most About Getting Old . . .

Damn, I hate getting old . . .

But, the thing I hate most about getting old is . . . What was I talking about? Oh yeah! Some folks have aches and pains, others have weight loss or gain, and others have sexual problems or suffer loneliness. My point being everybody suffers something as they grow old, and most of us do so quietly.

The good Lord has a wicked sense of humor. Nobody goes without suffering something. There is no easy way out, everybody gets some form of suffering. My problem is not the suffering itself, but the lack of knowing the longevity of the suffering. I get it. I know for the rest of my life I can’t eat what I want. I can’t stay up partying all night and still make it to work the next day. It is understood that I have nowhere near the physical abilities I used to have. BUT FOR HOW LONG!

No, I am not suicidal. I just think getting old becomes a prison with no escape, except no longer getting old. You know the end is near and while you want to avoid it at all costs, you can’t help but wonder how much longer you have to suffer whatever you have the pleasure of suffering. Think about it! You work hard all your life and then they put you out to pasture. You think you are being put out to stud, yeah good luck with that! You think, cool my kick-back years coming up. Then reality strikes in the form of waking every morning to your legs or back, or your top and/or your bottom screaming with pain. Sure, you had that pain before sometimes, but you had to go to work so you walked it off. Walking it off now is not the same. Having to work distracted you from the hurt. Now, walking it off reminds you how much it hurts. And, HOW MANY MORE YEARS?

If you see an old man living alone, he is lonely. Sure we try to keep busy and stuff, but when you wake up to an empty house or wake in the middle of the night realizing you are all alone, you’re lonely. There was a time in my life when I wished everybody would just leave me alone, leaving me with peace and quiet. Now, all the peace and quiet does is release the demons from my past to haunt me.

After all the suffering, the pains, special diet, loneliness, and demon fighting, what to do next? Like you still have 20 more years ?. . . Damn, I hate getting old.

I intended for this to be more humorous, then here comes reality. DAMN, I HATE GETTING OLD!