OUCH!

Elderly Vets under fire?

Nearly nothing had been nudging my nebulous noodle for nigh on a never-ending story.  Then this popped up.

Christ, please give me a break.  Believe it or not, this is the very benefit I was just awarded.  We are just now getting all our “new” benefits sorted out.  Health care for spouse, dental and vision for me, commissary cards, tax benefits for home, etc., let alone an income we can afford to live here on…and now it’s maybe all going away.  OOF!

I have no words.  Thanks God I’m busy doing homework…FRACK! (Yes, I had to edit that last word five or so many times).  I’m trying.  Actual students may read this stuff now.  YIKES!

I still have no inspiration…none…hoping school reopens the channels.  Not writing sucks and now I’m afraid it will all be black, black, black anyway.

Twitter is fun actually, but micro-blogging just doesn’t suffice.  I can’t properly fricassee a politician in 140 characters.

Damn!  You pissed me off, Donald Trump! #sayitaintso

Baseball and fairy dust

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Just watched Baltimore Oriole 3rd baseman, Machado’s 5 minute, foul mouthed, diatribe over getting thrown at by Red Sox pitchers.  The fairy hasn’t been hit yet.  But he can score a 7.5 on the Richter Scale for bleeping the mics at an interview.

Hey there, fairy dust boy, keep your bleeping spikes on the bleeping ground where they bleeping belong, or be bleeping ready for bleeping retaliation, you bleeping bleep.  This is BASEBALL, not badminton, you bleeping cupcake.

These bleeping twits are ruining my bleeping game.  Piss off you bleeping South American sissies.  Stay the bleep home and earn 20 bleeping pesos a game instead. Bleeping cry-baby millionaire bleepholes!

STBU!

BLEEP!

Baseball was a great game…then…

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Wow!  Just-WOW!  Hour after hour of blather about the Red Sox v Orioles confrontation.  Confrontation?  The guy didn’t even get hit.  What confrontation?  Now they want to crucify the pitcher?  What?????

I understand all the concerns about concussions and ending multi-million dollar careers with a single errant throw, whether intentional or not.  I understand that today,  players are way more protected, but how far is too far?  When will Football players start wearing those plastic bubble suits?  When will NBA players be penalized for pretending to touch an opponent?  Does the NHL convert to Nerf pucks in this newly minted world of sports fairies?

I hanker back to days of old, sitting along the baseline watching Don Baylor dare pitchers to hit him.  If they did, he took his base smirking all the way.  If they didn’t, he took them downtown.  I’m sure he doesn’t know what to think of his game today.

I’m beginning to think we need some good old fashioned ballers to come show these kids how to “Cowboy Up” as was once in vogue with America’s favorite pastime.

Hell, If Randy Johnson were to whack that bird with a fastball today, they’d have him locked up before the last feather landed; definitely before the batter could get to his safe space.

Dear Mr. President Trump, can you make baseball great again too?  Because…

THIS AINT BASEBALL!  Remember?  There ain’t no crying in baseball, damnit!

22 sounds about right, maybe a little light.

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Most of you know I was injured in work back in 2013 and haven’t returned to work since. Our hope was that I would eventually heal enough and build up enough core strength to return to work. Alas poor Yorick, I is done. My lumbar is not cooperating.   On March 8 of this year, I retired.

Now, I’m not one to sit and love it, so I’ve been game planning. Besides, we are not ready to retire $-wise.

You all know, I write. I also have a decent eye for what makes for a good picture. If I were to combine the two, I would have a sort of photo-journalist kind of person to work with. I can’t do that job though because of the mobility issues and I probably wouldn’t be able to carry all that camera crap around with me everywhere anyway. But, I can self employ at my own speed.

I already have one option opening up to do Tech-writing for a local company. This task will combine photography, videography and writing. Other similar opportunities will open up too, once word of mouth does it’s thing.  With just short visits to the factory, I can do most of this work at home.

Add to that my own creations and I have what I feel is decent plan. I don’t actually need to work full time and that opportunity I spoke of will take up about 20 hours a week. Tech writing pays very well, btw. Thing is, I need training. I barely can take simple “auto” mode pics with today’s rigs.

So, my plan brought me to earning an A.S. in Occupational Photography at Las Positas College.  I already have all the general ed course I could possibly need and only need the Photo, Video, Web Design, etal classes and some creative writing stuff too.  I can finally get that degree I put off for the needs of being a dad.   So, that takes care of the schooling but not living too. I need to bump our income at the same time. Hard to do when you can’t work.

I am still eligible for Voc Rehab through the VA, via a clause that covers disabled vets who through injury, can’t perform the work they are trained for, even if their normal eligibility for that benefit had expired. I fall under this category.  This benefit pays tuition, books, supplies and numerous other perks.  It also provides the veteran with a monthly stipend to help pay living expenses.

I applied for Voc Rehab with the VA on Feb 8, 2017. After 8 weeks of no response, and my registration date fast approaching, I called them. They couldn’t find my app and told me someone would call back that day. They didn’t. I called again, twice, and finally got through to a person. This time they did find my app and we’re very concerned that it had been sitting around for so long!!!!!  “Someone will call you back shortly!” I didn’t hold my breath.

This time they did call back…in ten minutes with very cryptic instructions to be there early the next day for evaluation and assessment with the good folks at Oakland VR&E (Voc Rehab and Education), applying pressure like it was my fault they had screwed the pooch.

I also had about 8 hours of prep work to do prior to going. I was up until 2am doing that then back up at 6am so I wouldn’t be late.

I made it to my appt. and after sitting around for two hours, doing absolutely nothing, my assigned councilor called me to her office and promptly excused herself, leaving me with her trainee. 30 minutes later she came in, reviewed my file for 10 minutes then said this…

“I have to be honest, Mr. Hurder, you’re 65, you’re injured, by the time you get out of school, you’ll be 67/68. Who’s going to hire you? I’m afraid I have to recommend against granting you Chapter 35 benefits, you’re unemployable.”

What I heard in my head to go with that was “go lay down in the corner and die.”  What I felt was that from the initial denial via no call to the moment I walked in that office, that they had pre-identified me as an easy rejection and made me pay for that status.  I was the only one still awaiting an interview , by an hour at minimum, when called into her office.  The next round of Vets were already processing in, before I was seen.  I was rejected before any of my group were finished, though.

Speechless and angry, I had to leave the room. While I was out, this-person-conferred with her boss who agreed that discriminating against the aged and the disabled was okay. I removed myself completely before the fireworks began. I sat in their damn garage for another 30 minutes, at $2/half hour, because I WOULD have gone atomic in a road rage incident for sure!  I couldn’t even wait for the assholes to reimburse me for mileage.

This should never happen. I have tried so hard to NOT point fingers at the VA. This was a truly suck experience, though, and it was at the hands of the VA. I was humiliated in front of several other Vets and all the fake-smiling, cold-hearted bastards who work there.   I was too embarrassed to face my family and tell them, yet again, I’ve failed to get that degree.

Later, after somehow making it home safely where I could further stew on this, I got progressively more angry, then depressed. For some period of time, I don’t know how long, I envisioned my end clearly. My vision was so black…and then red. I debated it, I really did. And they wonder at the 22…who are these fucking people?  I had to completely Isolate from humankind and from all things physical…for hours.

I wrote to everyone and mailed not a one. I doubt any of them give a damn. If they really did, could the VA still operate like this? While I will send those letters today because no one should be allowed to get away with that behavior, I’ve also decided to find a way forward, without them. They can eat shit, like they always have.  I will go ahead and register for classes and we’ll see what God and fate send my way.  I have some time, yet.

I made it 45 years without any help from the dicks. I’ll make it the rest of the way.  But, now I’ll hammer them every day of my life until the day I die, on their own sites/pages/forums etc.  No mercy!  No excuses!

The Department of Veterans Affairs  SUCKS!

And, oh BTW, for all the good the AMVETS have been, I’d have done better asking BLM to represent me. At least I’d have known they intended to fuck me.  The best thing I can do to reflect my dissatisfaction with those supposed agents of good who are nothing more than clowns in uniforms, pretending to give a fuck, is to change my representative in as public a way as I can.  I will do that very thing!  Coming soon!

Fuck ’em all!

Write a three word sentence. Gain acceptance to best schools in America. Yippee, we’re all gonna die!

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So!  Stanford has granted admission to a New Jersey student based on his writing, “Black Lives Matter” 100 times.  Well, damn!  All those hours you labored on your application was a damn waste.  Knocking yourself out for four grueling years of high school to maintain that 4.0, saving every penny you could at the expense of every fun thing you wanted to do instead, driving your patents crazy while they returned the favor—all that was just a joke.  Ain’t that about a bitch?  All you had to do was write a third grade level sentence, and bingo, you’re in.

What a crock.  My impression of Stanford has dropped by about 1000 points.

And,  oh by the way,  STFU!  This has absolutely NOTHING to do with race, so don’t go there. This is about an education system that has gone totally to shit. Think about it. Write a three word sentence and be accepted, on that basis, into one of the premier universities on earth?  SHAME, Stanford, SHAME!  I bet the Taiwanese etal don’t come flooding across the pond to spend rediculous amounts of money to attend these supposed higher learning facilities for long now.  What then?  Charge local students twice what they pay now?

THIS IS FURTHER PROOF THAT THESE PRESTIGIOUS SCHOOLS REALLY AREN’T.  SAVE YOUR MONEY.

Damn these Moonbeams!

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I’ve been marveling at the beauty that is California when she’s had enough to drink.  The hills around us are so green they literally send my mind soaring across the sea to another green place I’ve been.  I do miss Ireland, me travels about her and me river walks for sure. Unfortunately, all this beauty comes with a price.

The damn at Oroville is just one example of a severely crumbling and neglected infrastructure here in California. And yet, the folks running the show in Sacramento, the Moonbeam Team, are possessed with building an unneeded high-speed rail system and water tunnels that will bypass and wreak havoc on the natural bay area ecosystem.

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Now, I daren’t say that we ought to forget the obviously more important issues of the day (tongue-in-cheek); like getting more NorCal water to the water-hogs in the LA basin so the elites can guzzle more for their lawns, hot-tubs and pools, in favor of NOT screwing up the bay area’s ecosystem, forever.  Nor would I dare suggest that our being the first in the nation to have that coveted high-speed rail system running (even if it runs from nowhere to nowhere) wasn’t a more dire need than fixing the abhorrent road surfaces all over this quickly decaying mess the Moonbeamites have made of California.

Aside from diverting infrastructure funding to his plans for the rail system, funds that could and should have been used to shore up this and many of California’s other failing dams, levees, sewer and water sytems, roads, ad infinitum; Moonbeam continues to push both the rail and water tunnel projects, the funding of which must come from Cali’s own coffers.  So strapped are we by his idiot’s dance of economic suicide, he is now begging at the federal trough for emergency funds to deal with the rain damage from a president he just finished spitting all over with his sanctuary policies.  And just for good measure, there’s way more rain in the forecast.

Moreover, and in spite of the multi-year drought we are recovering from, there are no plans to build more reservoirs for water storage?  Just think what we could do with the coming spring melt from the mountains, which hasn’t even started yet, itself at record high levels, had we the foresight to build reservoirs rather than spend billions on a functionless rail system that is already so far overbudget as to bankrupt a small country…

AND STILL, IT HAS NO BEGINNING AND NO END.

In passing Californians watch billions of acre-feet of precious life-giving water running away to the sea every single day.  But hell, we laid another 50 feet of track today and it only cost an estimated $250 million…give or take.

So too, he continues to drive a water tunnel project that will destroy the bay area ecosystem.  There is no doubt of this.  Make no mistake, in water-short years, and there will be more of those here, there always are;  because of the tunnels’ diversion, there will be too little flow through the delta to sustain it.  It will die.  This is insanity run amok and it originates with Moonbeam Jerry Brown.  The man needs to be committed.  He’s gone way over the edge.

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Hey, Jerry here’s some ideas for you to try out:

  • Instead of killer tunnels in my neighborhood, build desalination plants all along the south coast.  Problem solved.  Leave NorCal’s water alone.
  • Fix the roads, dams, levees, pipes, sewers…etc.
  • Secure the power grid.
  • While you’re at it, run your high-speed and tunnel plans where the sun doesn’t shine.

Ah, but my words fall on deaf ears.  Moonbeam is as batty as Pelosi and the electorate is pretty much all hooked on stupid.  He (and his cronies) win.  Cali loses.  So does the USA.  Cali, when functioning, is the economic powerhouse of the Americas.  It’s why I moved here.  Ho-hum!

Who knows, maybe this collapse will be a wake up call and Reagan’s California will rise again.  Yeah, right.  They moved to Texas.

Trump treats Streep to a sweet tweet

Meryl peeped,

Donald Tweeted

Streep sometimes acts

Trump states facts

The actress barked

The President sharked

The media snarked

The elected marked

Them all down

As lefty clowns

And went to town

Riding on a pony

Stuck a feather in his cap

and pointed out the phonies.