How to get great Medical Care in America

There are several ways to get great medical care in the USA. And I’m going to look at each one that I can think of and hope you’ll add any I miss. This could prove to be an “affordable way to get health care” guide for anyone willing to go above and beyond to do so without flying to a foreign country, or seeking political asylum outside the borders of this once great nation.

The first way to get the best medical care that money can buy is to become super rich (okay not so easy in an emergency situation, but start early with this one). There are many ways to do this that the average American might not think of, such as the Gates Way. This is when you find a competitor who has invented a product you want to call your own. What you do is simple. You get your hands on a copy of their patents, and then you doctor them up with tiny differences and file them as your own.

In the meantime, while the original owner attempts to regain what was rightfully his by battling in the courts using legal means to do so, you do a one-upmanship thing by gathering together enough capital from family and friends to begin production of the product you’ve doctored. Don’t worry about little things like it never working as you promote that it will. Once you’ve become the dominant player, everyone who bought your product will be unable to change to the one that works properly now being manufactured by the guy who actually owned the good patents in the beginning, because you‘re the best promo man in town and like the court jester, can fool any sucker into believing you’re the guy to follow.

This can be applied to many different applications for success in this type enterprise. But there are also other ways to get rich, including real estate and investment as long as you do it the right way. This means don’t do what brokers recommend, but follow the lead of men and woman who are already successful (no, not the ones hyping get rich quick schemes on late night TV or internet pop-ups). Buy and sell often at small or large profits, and whenever you’re in doubt of outcome, take all your money out and invest it in something like gold, or oil. If the market you are investing in shows signs of crashing, remember 2000, don’t hesitate to get out.

You can also buy a truckload of Chinese junk like jewelry and other trinkets no one in their right mind would want to own, and sell that at a reasonable mark-up at a local flea market. Everyone who traipses through a flea market wants to spend money, but not a lot. So you sell the junk you bought at a penny each for one dollar each. At a good flea market, you can earn about $20,000.00 per weekend.

The second way to get great medical care is to get elected to political office. You knew this already didn’t you? But I’m not just talking about the US Senate, or House of Representatives. Try winning at the state level, the county level, even some local office holders have got the type of medical care we‘re discussing. And for the winner it’s free.

The third way to get free, and in many cases great, medical care is to commit a crime and get convicted. This should be self-explanatory.

The fourth way to get great medical care is to become an illegal alien. Again you knew I’d get to this one too, didn’t you? But first, if you’re a US citizen, you have to give that up, and then sneak across the border, run into the nearest hospital emergency room and bingo, you’ve got it dealt with.

The fifth way is to travel abroad and get ill while in a foreign country. It’s okay if you were ill before leaving home, just make sure you don’t get detected at customs. Wait two or three days after you arrive at your destination, and then seek medical care.

Why defend George W Bush?

I imagine you thought I was going to do just that. I’m not. What I want to write about, and since this is my blog, will write about, is why some Americans need to defend Bush.

Let’s say that you, like me, are a war veteran. After 9/11, you, like me, wanted to re-up put the uniform on and head straight to Afghanistan. Even if we had both succeeded in getting back into the military in 2001, we wouldn’t have gotten what we wanted. Sure, some troops were sent there to chase and capture the bad guys, but not enough and without a clear mission order to succeed in wiping Bin Laden and his followers from the planet with the great big effective squeegee our military can be when allowed.

Allowed is the word we must look at now. Why wasn’t the military allowed to do the job the right way when we knew the placement of the enemy’s lair? Why did we allow the untrained, and possibly Bin Laden friendly Afghan military be sent in place of a large American force? You say they weren’t Bin Laden friendly just incompetent? And you’re certain of that? Was the Afghan military responsible for firing cruise missiles and dropping bombs to level the mountain strongholds where Bin Laden hid? Congratulations, you’re correct, they were not. Bush was responsible for overseeing the task, the war against terrorism, and he failed.

Why did George fail? He is militarily incompetent. He is a man who donned the uniform of the Air National Guard to avoid a trip to a combat zone where, God forbid, he might’ve had to face enemy fire while defending the principles America was founded on. George W Bush was unwilling to follow in his father’s footsteps, or do anything more than make a token gesture regarding such a defense. Then, to add Bush insult to injury, he skipped out, went AWOL for a year and thanks to his father and grandfather managed to get himself an honorable discharge too. How in God’s name could an incompetent know how to conduct a war? Through subterfuge.

Subterfuge? Yes. You see, the plan sponsored by Dick Cheney and those who supported him, was always Iraq. Bin Laden opened the door wide for the invasion they had begun planning in 2000 or earlier. But they had a secret weapon. They had the best propaganda team to hit the airwaves, the TV news, and the Internet that money could buy. And they had tons of cash from corporations ready willing and able to rush in behind our troops to take over and own, or run Iraq. They convinced a majority of Americas that Bin Laden and the Iraqi leadership were bosom buddies. The rest is dreadful history.

Now back to my original question.

Why do some people need to defend George W Bush? This one is simple to answer. A lot of veterans and strongly conservative, religious people with good hearts and minds slowly learned they’d been duped. Many, but not most of those Bush followers changed direction and began questioning the logic of the invasion. However, there are some, now a minority of those who supported the invasion, who cannot bring themselves to admit even to the face in the mirror that the man they believed was put in the White House through some kind of Divine Intervention had manipulated and lied to us all. These good honest hardworking Americans still don’t believe it and most never will accept the facts as they stand. There were no WMDs, no Bin Laden ties, nothing to justify invading Iraq. God bless them all, but the Grinch stole the White House in 2000 and then dismantled the country around it.

Now it’s up to history to tell the truth, and then maybe all of us will face the fact that we were had and Bush, Cheney and their supporters are a lot richer for the invasion, leaving the rest of us a lot poorer because of it. Their true legacy is their attempt to turn the United States of America into a third world country dependent on the likes of Wal-Mart and China.

The dark crevices of Glen Beck's mind and Tasers

Glen Beck declared the student Andrew Meyer who got himself Tasered by campus police and arrested, after repeatedly shouting questions to U.S. Senator John Kerry during a campus forum, did it as a publicity stunt. Beck claimed that Meyer wanted to get Tasered.

Well gee whiz, Glen, if that’s true, do you also believe Meyer was clever enough to research what might happen if he got Tasered? 50,000 volts of hot juice fired through his nervous system. I’ll bet he would’ve done some research if he wanted that type of publicity. Wouldn’t you, Glen?

And if you and Meyer did the same internet search and found the same information as I, then you’d both know some folks have died from being Tasered. Now that, Glen, is what I call really really desperate for publicity. Listen, Glen, what the hell good is publicity if you’re not going to be around after the Tasering to bask in the glow (No pun intended there)?

What I think, Glen is that you’re correct when you stated that the idiot wanted publicity. However, I doubt that even someone like Meyer, obviously not the brightest bulb in the package, would desire to get Tasered. He must’ve known the act would be videoed and broadcast around the world, which it was, but did he want to be seen flopping around like a dying flounder? Good way to get a date right.

Perhaps Meyer predicted everything that happened, except his being Tasered. Okay, Glen? But hey, let’s for the sake of argument say he did want to be Tasered too. Does what he wanted matter? If 5 security folks can’t subdue and eject an unarmed troublemaker without a Taser, then didn’t they screw up? Or did they, too, want their 15 minutes of fame and to hell with the possibility they might kill Meyer?

Now let’s move on to a question you would rather avoid answering publicly.

Why the hell don’t you and others like you who have the attention of millions of viewers give us a few minutes of real life hard core news? Not supermarket tabloid crap like a fool getting Tasered because his brain is located somewhere far below his torso’s equator. Just stick the real news segment in at the end, or like a real life break in the middle.

How about discussing this fact every American should know. Every 30 seconds the high cost of medical care drives one American into bankruptcy.

Or that ED drug being touted as the greatest thing since the discovery of aspirin might cause any of the following side effects (this is a greatly abbreviated list): Nervous System/Psychiatric: anorexia, apathy, appetite increased, confusion, depression aggravated, dizziness, hypertonia, nervousness, hypoesthesia, impotence, insomnia, migraine, migraine aggravated, paresthesia (hmm, maybe there‘s something in that list Meyer can use as a defense).

Oh, that’s right, Glen buddy, you can’t make a dime off of news, I mean real news. Oh, well, don’t worry, pal. There’ll be another worthless act of stupidity like Britney flashing the world, or that flaming burned out Hilton chick pretending she has a brain, or a Hollywood celebrity cursing at the cop who stopped him for drunk driving, or a politician with a too wide stance. Life in America is terrific!

Y’all are like the Wal-Mart of news: garbage in garbage out.

What Larry Craig might consider doing to save his, well, manhood

Hi, I’m Larry Craig. You know me. I’m a leading Republican Senator from the wonderful potato producing state of Idaho (mention potatoes here since it‘s a bread basket issue every mother thinks is important, you know, food? Don’t tell them you haven’t purchased potatoes in so long you cannot recall what they look like or how much they cost each).

As you all know, as a Republican I can be trusted to tell the truth (fail to add a link with GWB, since right now that would be like riding the devil’s coattails into the horror of political obscurity. And leave out Newt, Rush, and well, you get the idea).

But like any average American with nothing to hide, when confronted with an undercover police officer sitting in a stall at the local, or not, airport, I get nervous, and stare through the crack to try to let them know I‘m okay. I don’t know what it is about undercover cops, but they kinda scare me. I guess I’m just a little boy at heart, hahahaha.

So when I sat in the stall next to him, I spread my legs wide apart to ward off the potential of a confrontation. I know, I said I have a wide stance, but when nervous I make errors. There, I’ve said it.

And then when I glanced down after dropping a little corner from the toilet paper I tore loose, I couldn’t help myself. I had to pick it up. My mother taught me to be neat and I’ll admit that I’m a little compulsive too.

While leaning over, I noticed that the undercover cop’s shoe lace was untied. I had to notify him. If I don‘t, I wondered, how will I feel if he trips and breaks his neck? So I rubbed my middle finger along the bottom of the stall divider. I only used that finger because I was hesitant to use a finger I might need when I finished doing my business to clean up the spray, I mean, well, you know.

And the next thing I know, I’m being arrested for horrible deeds I would never dream of committing. God help me, I’m a Republican and we never sin! I read the Ten Commandments every single night, well except when I have a special friend over to the lakeside cabin and then God knows I mean it then too.

After the local newspaper confronted me about getting arrested for behaving in a way no God fearing Republican man would consider, I panicked and pled guilty to a crime I didn’t commit either. Please forgive me. Take me under the lapels of the Republican coat, and save my from myself.

‘Cause I wanna be trusted again. Larry Craig, your friend.

What is it about Michael Vicks and Jesus that seems out of whack?

How come a guy who spent his life becoming the best he could be would throw it away with an arrogant act of stupidity?

Perhaps we could ask Wide-Stanse Craig, but he hasn't come out and proclaimed that he found Jesus several months before he found the proper way to rub the bottom of a bathroom stall divider. And thank God for that!

But Vicks, well this guy is another story. He was a first class quarterback. He had everything any man or woman might want. But he also had a surprise that in the end included poor Jesus. The man liked to gamble on dog fights. Okay, I understand no one wants to rehash this crap over and over. Neither do I.

But he came out with this "I found Jesus" claim and when asked when he found Jesus, he said it was in May, I believe, which was several months before he found the joy of killing and drowning (I know they're one and the same) dogs with his bare hands!

Look, Pal, what the hell are you trying to say? Do you believe that Jesus is okay with dog killing? Do you think he was standing alongside you going, "Yeah, Michael, you're the man!" each time you body-slammed a dog? Held its head underwater and watched the bubbles slowly dwindle away to nothing? And how did watching that make you feel?

So this is what I think really happened.

Michael Vicks heard a ruckus in his backyard, dogs growling, barking, ready to fight to the death, only this wasn't a fight day.

"What could that be about?" Micheal asked. "Is someone outside stirring up trouble? Trying to break in and steal something, like my dogs?"

Bravely, Vicks ran outside and was shocked by what he found. Jesus was surrounded by snarling, growling dogs that had become Satan's demon horde.

With his bare hands, Michael Vicks killed those dogs and saved Jesus! So you see, when Michael Vicks said he found Jesus, he meant it in the most literal sense. He found Jesus and saved him too, and I say Hallelujah!