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I would be lying if I deceptively wrote that the economic situation of the entire country isn't on my mind. It's personal. I have surgery scheduled for next Friday morning at the VA Hospital to replace the cataracts in my left eye. I don't wanna get no phone call saying it's been cancelled.
Delayed for God knows how long because the government welched on their contract to pay the optometric surgeons who work on veterans to gain operating room experience. They are using us veterans as throwaways to put notches on their professional guns. It's the same with the arthritis clinic. They're not yet rheumatologists, but are M.D.s. They work on fellowships to get certified in their specialty. We'll both lose if this beneficial arrangement is queered by politics as usual.
Delayed for God knows how long because the government welched on their contract to pay the optometric surgeons who work on veterans to gain operating room experience. They are using us veterans as throwaways to put notches on their professional guns. It's the same with the arthritis clinic. They're not yet rheumatologists, but are M.D.s. They work on fellowships to get certified in their specialty. We'll both lose if this beneficial arrangement is queered by politics as usual.
It would be just my luck for that to happen. I've been playing the edges for a long time now. I've done okay for myself working the bureaucratic angles. I'm the only one who knows that. If you were born with the planet Mars dwelling in Capricorn in the Third house as part of a Grand Trine in your natal chart, you would probably admire my skills.
Otherwise, doing what I do with such casual ease pisses off all kinds of people. Most of them don't understand why things like that work for me, but not them. I suspect it's because I put my life on the line to defend my country, and survived again and again, and they didn't. Getting shot at with extreme prejudice teaches extreme patience.
Time flies. In the interim of such interesting, wild-eyed possibilities, something else is going on besides abstract ideas about death and some sterile afterlife. All I ever prayed or preyed for has been understanding. I haven't particularly wanted to make judgment of what's wot, that's a different type of person's duty. I'm here merely to ken the kith of my genetic heritage so as to recognize my due in what's sot before me.
Bringing in the sheaves and observing the ties-that-bind hasn't come kindly to me. Life's learning curve for me is too burdensome to take it up as if a rare privilege. Apparently, I like fishing in the deep water for bottom feeders. They are the very tastiest kind of fish that ever dined on aquatic dung.
Once, in the past, when I was traveling through Arkansas looking for a cave to meditate in, I became aware of a local myth about the catfish caught in the White River. The river apparently drains a network of calcite-filtered springs, and it's called "white river" because of the purity of the water. The fish caught in this extraordinarily clean river water have been granted super-piscean status by the religious conservatives and para-military survivalists who call the Ozarks ho-me.
I never et none of those sacred fish. I just heared the story and liked it. It's not over with. Never say never. When I win the lottery, I am is gonna return to Arkansas, and eat me a bait of them White River catfish. Only then, when l'm hopefully licking my fingers, will I make up my mind about whether they deserve being thought sacred by the locals.
I hope they're right. Often enough I've heard some astonished person remark, "Dear God! Is nothing sacred anymore?" I've said it myself. I too have sinned. Mostly by the sin of omission. I let things pass without being duped. I know, and do nothing. How else could I work the unseen systems?
Presently, I'm curious about bacterial matrixes. Specifically the ancient ones who make kefir. Why would I not? I believe in magic. '-)
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