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Current Events => The DUmpster => Topic started by: GOBUCKS on August 17, 2009, 05:07:31 PM
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Cleita (1000+ posts) Mon Aug-17-09 05:39 PM
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In the meantime in the real world.
I go to work at the doctors this morning. Nothing unusual at first. I stream Thom Hartmann in between doing my job, who is on fire about the public option and how the Senate is trying to sell us down the river. A man comes in who doesn't have an appointment. He's in chronic pain and needs help. My doctor's practice is pain management, but he can't take patients who don't have a diagnosis from a primary physician. The man says he doesn't have the money to pay two doctors. I send him to Community Health Services who could take him on a sliding scale for payments or even get him on Medicaid, but he tells me he isn't able to get Medicaid as he makes too much money but not enough to pay any expensive medical bills. I hope CHS will help him but I'm sure they won't be able to do anything for him because he will need Xrays or MRI's and such and they don't cover that. I believe that many of those services for the poor have come under Arnold's chopping block. So I don't think he will get much help.
Two patients cancel so there is a three hour gap to the next patient, so I take a long lunch and decide to go to the market. After I do my shopping, I drive by a family in the parking lot, a women with two teenagers and a child. She is holding up a sign that says, WE NEED A MIRACLE. No one stops to talk to her. I don't because I'm running short on time. So while our Democrats are talking about protecting their corporate health insurance donors and hinting that there will be no public option and babbling about coops, here are two cases of desperation happening within hours in the small village I live in, in one day. I haven't even tried to drive around and find any more desperate citizens trying to hang on. In the meantime, Arnold keeps chopping money from services and our Congress talks about coops. Our elected leaders have to start doing something. Americans cannot be treated like this. There is no need. They could turn this around if there was the will and made it happen.
There seems to have been no change that I can see.
http://www.democraticunderground.com/discuss/duboard.php?az=view_all&address=389x6330282
The only true part of DUmmy Cleita's bouncy is that she wasted three hours of company time at lunch. She could have finished cleaning
the windows, and wiping all the smudges from the glass door, before starting on the carpets.
Mythsaje (1000+ posts) Mon Aug-17-09 05:41 PM
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1. Our country reeks of desperation...
And it's just going to get worse from here unless someone does something about it.
DUmmy Mythsaje reeks of desperation, and it's just going to get worse from here unless some of us start buying his books.
His Pittian rants at the DUmp have failed to move any product.
Here's another taste of what you can expect:
“I became a monster’s monster. I secretly hunted those I created at his command,
and destroyed them. I took their lives and then killed them. I’m not even sure I
regretted a bit of it. I was Raven, the hunter of the night, death to the undead.
I was the vampire bogeyman. I was the thing that the fearsome feared.â€
He uttered a bitter laugh, his voice wafting over the deck of the ship as if
abandoning any concern for keeping his secret. “I don’t even know how many I
destroyed. I lost count. One thing an uneducated vampire does is propagate…
making more vampires comes as naturally to us as breathing does to the living.
We feed and spread the virus.
It's a sign of how awful a place America is, when a man who can lay down prose
like that has to live in a hovel with a big hole in the kitchen ceiling. Not even Pitt
his ownself can match this wordsmith. Get out that checkbook.
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“I became a monster’s monster. I secretly hunted those I created at his command,
and destroyed them. I took their lives and then killed them. I’m not even sure I
regretted a bit of it. I was Raven, the hunter of the night, death to the undead.
I was the vampire bogeyman. I was the thing that the fearsome feared.â€
He uttered a bitter laugh, his voice wafting over the deck of the ship as if
abandoning any concern for keeping his secret. “I don’t even know how many I
destroyed. I lost count. One thing an uneducated vampire does is propagate…
making more vampires comes as naturally to us as breathing does to the living.
We feed and spread the virus.
:lmao: That sucks!
Mythsaje should seriously consider working on his burger flipping skills and forget the writing career.
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:lmao: That sucks!
Mythsaje should seriously consider working on his burger flipping skills and forget the writing career.
It's not even original... way to rip off "I Am Legend" and Ann Rice, DUmmy.
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Um, yeah... While properly written in a grammatical sense, that is some of the worst crap I have ever read.
I just finished the entire Sookie Stackhouse series, which is not really Pullitzer material. But it grabs you pretty well.
If Mythsaje wants to be a writer, he'd better stick to technical manuals.
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:lmao: That sucks!
Mythsaje should seriously consider working on his burger flipping skills and forget the writing career.
Make sure it's a place that serves only soybean burgers......wouldn't want him messing up good beef.
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It's not even original... way to rip off "I Am Legend" and Ann Rice, DUmmy.
You forgot E. Hemmingway.
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You forgot E. Hemmingway.
Do you REALLY think DUmmy Mythsaje has ever read, or even heard of, Ernest Hemingway?
He may know Ernest Borgnine from McHale's Navy, but that's about it.
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OMG that is horrible writing. death to the undead, feared by the fearsome?
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OMG that is horrible writing. death to the undead, feared by the fearsome?
That's what happens to a brain on dope.
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We mere amateurs can write better than that. Click button underneath =o)
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He does put the Vamp back into Vampire.
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That's what happens to a brain on dope.
I am tired of the tiresme and bored of the boresome... is that a word?
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OMG that is horrible writing. death to the undead, feared by the fearsome?
Laughed at by the laughers, mocked by the mockers.
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Laughed at by the laughers, mocked by the mockers.
Pantsed by the belted, belted by the pantsed.
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Torn by the terrible, chased by the Paranormal, time traveling, sex crimes unit. But not any run of the mill paranormal, time traveling sex crimes unit but the best who is a bit rogue.
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Torn by the terrible, chased by the Paranormal, time traveling, sex crimes unit. But not any run of the mill paranormal, time traveling sex crimes unit but the best who is a bit rogue.
We can laugh, but he claims his mother-in-law is a big fan of his books.
Can you imagine anyone actually reading one?
The latest volume is about a paranormal paramedic parachutist named Ripcord.