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Current Events => The DUmpster => Topic started by: franksolich on December 01, 2010, 05:45:07 PM
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http://drmcdougall.com/forums/viewtopic.php?f=21&t=11960&sid=180aac5061df93f47dc5da6e391e0de9&start=705
Oh my.
franksolich is looking around for the "more ammunition" the gigantic primitive has stashed away somewhere.
The gigantic primitive makes a campaign speech near the end of the second (long) comment.
Ege Bamyasi
Posted: Tue Nov 30, 2010 12:39 pm
Location: Las Vegas, NV
Well, the good news is that I'm now down to 343.
Other than that, I don't even want to get into much. I will say that Jeanette is now a complete "unperson" because of her birth certificate issue and total negligence on the part of one state's records division. She may have to travel across the country to appear at a courthouse, along with one of her adoptive parents, just to get the needed records to have her information updated in another state, to be able to get a birth certificate, to get Nevada ID, to even be able to start applying for work. I s**t you not. And we find all of this out after spending months waiting for the negligent state to send her something after sending them money twice, along with two different sets of paperwork. And that's the highly abridged version.
I may have more to say about all of that sometime soon, as well as a number of other problems which are causing us both a lot of anxiety and stress, but I'm hoping against hope that there will be some good news down the line which I can share, rather than just blowing a gasket in these forums.
Sorry about my tone, and I hope that the rest of you are well above our current waterline this holiday season.
Well, if that's the gigantic primitive's ammunition that he's hiding, it's wet.
Ege Bamyasi
Posted: Wed Dec 01, 2010 3:26 pm
Location: Las Vegas, NV
On that note, this weight loss in the face of so much adversity is a rather new phenomenon to me. The fact that I haven't been driven completely starkers by now is even more so.
Let me try and go into just a little bit more about this whole Jeanette birth certificate thing, because I doubt you or anyone you know has ever been involved in a situation this convoluted and -- pardon me for being blunt -- effed up.
Jeanette was legally adopted not once, but twice. Born to a pair of severe drug addicts (so much so that nobody even knows where they are now or if they're even still alive), she was adopted by an aunt on her birth mother's side (Mom), along with a gentleman -- emphasis on the word "gentleman" here, more about that later -- whom the aunt/adoptive mother sadly didn't remain with.
Jeanette was then adopted a second time, in the state of Georgia, when her Mom remarried another man. I'll be referring to this guy as the POS from here on out, and I hope you are all familiar with what that stands for. You will understand this in due time as well.
When Jeanette was adopted each time, the county in which the adoption took place was required to send official paperwork to her original birth state of Illinois (Cook county to be precise), so that the original birth record could be amended and kept current. Now here's where it gets tricky, and where Cook county has demonstrated clear negligence.
Back years ago, before they finally caught up with the 20th century -- let alone the 21st -- and made all of these birth records digital, when Jeanette needed a copy of her birth certificate, she would send the fee to Cook county and they would manually produce a properly amended certificate to send her, which properly showed the status of the second adoption and therefore was legally all well and good.
Fast forward to now, when they have finally computerized the records. What we finally learned, after pretty much threatening to not hang up the phone until we got a straight answer, is that the now digitized record of Jeanette's birth from Illinois only reflects the first adoption, but not the second! Meaning, the records department had all the necessary paperwork under the physical paper record system of yore, but did not properly update the digitized records, i.e. they destroyed some records without properly updating their system.
What this means is that Illinois cannot supply Jeanette with a current birth certificate, no matter what, until the sealed records from the proper county in Georgia are once again sent to Illinois.
So, all we have to do is get those sealed records from Georgia, and everything is fine, right?
Not so fast.
Jeanette has no ID whatsoever now, so she can't unseal the records even if she physically traveled to Georgia and asked them to be. So, this leaves her adoptive parents.
Her Mom is a really sweet and nice lady who is now living in Pensacola, Florida. So she could probably help us if she weren't completely out of her tree dealing with even more stress than we are. She got divorced from POS quite a few years ago and has, for many years, been living with a boyfriend whom she loves very much. This boyfriend is now succumbing to lung cancer, and is regularly overdosing on narcotic pain killers. And nobody is 100% sure if that is because of the meds not adequately helping with the pain or if it's intentional. Furthermore, she's yet another victim of bank malfeasance concerning a refinance on her 50-year-old home which is badly needed to make improvements on her house. Because of this, she's in danger of losing her home, while simultaneously being put through sheer agony over the status of the man she is with. I feel terrible even disclosing this further piece of news, but as many of you would certainly understand if not condone, this is leading Mom to drink way too much.
Sooooo...trying to catch Mom when she's not either working her job as an LPN, or staying night and day at her partner's bedside, one is almost certainly not able to communicate with her much. We've spent over two weeks now hoping that we could at least get the name of the town the Georgia adoption took place in, so we at least know which of many counties around Atlanta to ask concerning the existence of the sealed records and how to go about unsealing them. Does this require petitioning the court in person? And if so, how is Mom supposed to find the time and energy to drive up there to do this herself? Seriously. How??
Which brings me to the first adoptive father, the "gentleman." I have had the pleasure of speaking to this gentleman myself a couple of times over the past year or so, after Jeanette found his profile on Facebook and got in touch. The gentleman ended up out of Jeanette's life at a very young age, so she didn't even really remember him, but knowing what a wonderful person this guy is has made Jeanette cry just thinking about how things could have been. In Jeanette's last conversation with him, which took place a few days ago, he went out of his way to find, scan and email the paperwork he still had from her first adoption in an attempt to help move things along. Sadly, these documents, while on official law office letterhead, don't name exactly which county courthouse the adoption took place in. They are merely a summation of the legal act. This law office has changed its name to reflect the coming and going of partners, but it still exists. Sadly, they admitted that any paperwork from an adoption all the way back in 1976 would probably no longer be in their possession. So that's just another dead end. He can't exactly remember at this point in time where it was, either. There's no way one can fault him for that.
Saving the best for last, I'm now going to vent my spleen at Mr. POS. What I know from this guy based on many conversations with Jeanette about her childhood...um...isn't so great. But here is just a partial list, for posterity. But before I start, I want to make two things crystal clear. First, I do not share the same opinion of all present and former military personnel which I do of Mr. POS. Secondly, I definitely don't have it in for all true followers of the teachings of Christ which I do for Mr. POS. Okay? Are we clear on that? Then here goes....
Apparently, Mr. POS liked to run his household in much the same way the military he served in runs Boot Camp. I already mentioned, many paragraphs ago in a galaxy far, far way, that Jeanette's biological parents were heavy drug users. Exactly what drugs those were aren't important, but it is readily apparent that some damage was done to Jeanette in the womb from these substances. It's nothing major, but she has a bit of a speech impediment and while she reads books like you wouldn't believe and is of above average intelligence, there are times when even the simplest word will escape her in conversation, which becomes a highly frustrating thing to her. She tells me that at a very young age, some "expert" told Mom that Jeanette might end up institutionalized due to her inability to communicate and blah, blah, blah. I can assure you that she has brilliantly overcome these early prognoses, and it was no thanks whatsoever to Mr. POS.
When Jeanette was reading books voraciously, but her grades in school weren't worthy of Mr. POS' Home Boot Camp Gold Standards (tm), why then Mr. POS would take away the library card and remove all tomes of interest from the house! Only Jeanette was singled out for this kind of treatment. His own biological children with Mom, of which he had two, were treated much differently.
Then there are the Mr. POS-induced food issues, which potentially could have cost me the blessing of ever having met Jeanette. Just like me, she had some really bad weight issues at one time in her life. She claims to have been as heavy as about 250 lbs. starting in her late teens, just as I shot from just under 200 to close to 300 during my teens because of food and self-esteem issues, some of which I trace back to my own father. But right now this isn't about me.
Jeanette has told me about how, when she was very young and discovered she didn't care for crunchy vegetables such as onions, celery and bell peppers, Mr. POS' solution was to force her to eat even larger quantities of them than what were on her plate. I suppose you could call it the "Adoptive Daddy Dearest Method of Dinner Dining Discipline." Her rebellion, once she was old enough to choose her own foods, was to eat one of the Family Size bags of Cheetos nearly every day until her weight became dangerously high. To see her so close to her own ideal weight, as I steadily drop towards my own, is such a wonderful thing. Oh, and other things Mr. POS loved to do in his spare time included telling her slightly developmentally disabled adoptive daughter to "stop using [her] head for a hat rack," among other insults. Great for the old self esteem!
So, that brings us to the present. Back about a year ago, when Jeanette managed to locate and contact the gentleman, with help from Mom, she also decided to try and contact Mr. POS, whom she had not spoken with in over ten years. All she wanted to do back then was say hello and let Mr. POS know that she actually still cared about him and hoped he was happy. She sent him a very kind message on Facebook.
She then got ignored.
Completely. No response at all, not even a resounding "F.U."
But in order to truly earn the Tenth Degree Brown Belt of Fecal Expertise, one must continue the act of treating family like vapor for no particular reason, by further ignoring any and all requests for assistance with facts necessary to obtain a birth record, such as his birth date, birth place, and other information which has suddenly become so important in our post-9/11 world.
Jeanette wrote him a detailed email, making it clear from the word "go" that she would not request a dime of his money, but merely asking him to provide any needed information to help with this mess. She did this about a month ago.
Again, no answer.
Jeanette's sister, who is the daughter of Mr. POS, claims to also have tried to obtain some cooperation with him in this matter, but says that she has also gotten nowhere. I'm not fully up on all the details of that, but still, how selfish and petty can one person be?
But I note, with white hot contempt, that his Facebook profile -- which I so badly want to link here to let those of you who feel even a wisp of the indignation I do just go to town on his pasty, honky, look at my trophy wife ass -- lists the two word phrase "Jesus Saves" under the Religious Views descriptor.
So I guess you could say that we're both stuck between a Mom and a Hard POS.
Ha ha, get it? Isn't that great?
I can, and will, muster every ounce of my will and my dark sense of humor at this time, to avoid my nearly overpowering urge to break things when I start dwelling on this.
We're stuck living on my whopping $1,100-ish per month because I'm nowhere near in condition to re-enter the work force, plus share the fate of countless millions of others in this country who lack the resources to get healed up and rehabilitated. I have a wife who, despite some aches and pains, is capable of working. All we want is for her to have a part-time job to add another $600 a month or so to what I get, so that we're not Bon Jovi-ing our way through life -- you know, his hit song Living on a Prayer? Tee effing hee. And she can't even go to some sleazy temp agency to get work because she's even less documented than many of the illegal aliens who live around here.
And this is all because Cook county, Illinois didn't see fit to properly update her birth record -- and potentially hundreds of others -- upon going digital. They instead destroyed many of these paper records, including Jeanette's, because it was easier to just keep digging up paperwork and doing manual corrections than to actually take responsibility and properly update records. Some "cost saving measure." And I say "destroyed" because the lady we held hostage on the telephone volunteered that information, finally, after sending two different money orders, having Jeanette's brother try ordering through an online service with "cooperation" from Mom in a three-way conference call which took over two hours to even get Mom to properly copy and fax her ID because she was tipsy and half asleep.
So, between the people who can't seem to help us, and those who are too sociopathic and won't help us, we're absolutely f**ked. Over a barrel and sand in the lube screwed.
Expensive city. Two people living on barely over $1k per month and unable to even apply for assistance because of no identification. Roommate who is making even slightly less than us, but who is a walking time bomb in even worse health than I was at 519 pounds, and whose income would immediately exit the picture if something should befall him. Stuck in a place where the electric bills during the summer read like pages from your favorite Stephen King novel. Oh, and roaches and bedbugs by the pound, with lackadaisical management to boot.
You do the math. And maybe while you're at it you could send me some of those magical "bootstraps" that we could pull ourselves up by?
So, now that I've made it through Part One of my Unexpected Huge Tell-All post of 2010, I guess it's only right that I tie up another "loose end" right about now.
Any regular here who spent any time in my journal over the past year should already be familiar with my reference to a website full of cyber-bullies, and how their continuing harassment led me to all but leave not only these forums, but also my favorite political website.
That bullying website is known as The Conservative Cave, and here is a link to their home page:
http://www.conservativecave.com/index.php
The primary purpose of this site is to drag the members of a liberal discussion board, known as the Democratic Underground (http://www.democraticunderground.com or "DU") through the mud for any and every reason they can, for their own sick amusement.
Before coming to these boards, as early as 2005, I had been documenting my struggles with weight somewhat sporadically over on the DU. It's certainly not as good a choice as these forums are, but they were better than nothing when I needed to reach out and/or get things off my chest.
At some point, I garnered the attention of the Cave site. One of the big "features" of this pack of hyenas is that, every year, they all tune into the power of their communal brain cell and nominate the "Top Ten DUmmies of 20xx." And wouldn't you know it? In 2009 I became their number eight selection for the yearly list due to my posts not only on the DU but also my posts here which 99% of the time don't even stray anywhere near politics.
You want something that will keep you busy for a few hours? Dig in, because a lot of my writings from this journal and my DU posts are collected there before being maliciously taken out of context and doused in completely undeserved vitriol:
http://www.conservativecave.com/index.p ... 270.0.html
You can also search Ege Bamyasi, Systematic Chaos or Gentle Giant over there, and probably would come up with lots more if you're so inclined.
Now that I've gone ahead and laid all of this drama bare on this site, which I have repeatedly sworn to myself I would not do, I'd like to finish off with one little request of my gang of "buddies."
Please, please, I implore you: Make me your NUMBER ONE TOP PRIMITIVE LARD-ASS LAS VEGAS LEVIATHAN GREASY GRILLED CHEESE AND BACON SANDWICH EATING DUMMY OF 2010!! You all know you want to now. I mean, this is some truly epic drama, right? And how could you live with yourselves without taking a few minutes to indulge in all these juicy difficulties and hardships? If you didn't, wouldn't that make your Baby Jesus cry? I thank you in advance for your due consideration of my humble request.
So there it is. Everything I've been mum about for close to a year now, all laid out in one entirely-too-friggin'-long package. If the above links and the potential resulting poopstorm are too much of a problem, then by all means boot me from this site. But this had to be done if I'm to once again become the member of this community that I want to be. I'm just not concerned about those "compassionate" conservative people any more. Why should I be? I'd think it's a better option to try focusing on loving my wife and myself, and working steadily towards my dream of using my life experience, including everything described above, in order to help others.
If you'll pardon me, I'm now more exhausted and emotionally drained than I've felt in recent memory. If you made it this far, I just want you to know that I appreciate your support and your interest. I'm off for a face rinsing in cold water and a long nap.
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By the way, I must add the usual comment.
The gigantic primitive is a primitive, and so ostensibly--and quite reasonably--thinks that corporations benefiting from taxpayer subsidies should be open and honest about what they do with the money.
No disagreement here.
However, what's good for the goose is good for the gander.
The gigantic primitive himself is taxpayer-subsidized.
And so therefore the same rules apply; the gigantic primitive is morally and socially obligated to be open and honest about what he does with our money. We all have an "investment" in him, and need to know how our investment is doing.
If the gigantic primitive, like his wife tries to, were actually out working and paying his own way through life, it would be different.
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Setting primitives on the path to success is a thankless job but we try to do it anyways.
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The Gigantic primitive seems to forget that we have been offering words of encouragement & praise, as he seeks to re-enter the workforce, and reduces the burden on Jeanette.
With that being said, I don't feel he is worthy of the top spot - actually making a goal and sticking to it - especially a positive one - is entirely 'unprimitive'. As for taking his posts out of context - we always link the originating thread, allowing anyone to read it all for themselves.. Unless DU scrubs it beforehand, of course.
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For the benefit of any visitors this is a link to Jeanettes posts here when she visited.
The threads can be clicked on to be seen in their normal form.
http://www.conservativecave.com/index.php?action=profile;u=886;sa=showPosts
I believe she was treated quite kind and she was also very pleasant.
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The Gigantic primitive seems to forget that we have been offering words of encouragement & praise, as he seeks to re-enter the workforce, and reduces the burden on Jeanette.
With that being said, I don't feel he is worthy of the top spot - actually making a goal and sticking to it - especially a positive one - is entirely 'unprimitive'. As for taking his posts out of context - we always link the originating thread, allowing anyone to read it all for themselves.. Unless DU scrubs it beforehand, of course.
I agree.
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Hold on a second, he puts his entire life out for the internet world to see and actually whines when those posts are commented on? seriously?
If the DU actually allowed people from different political backgrounds to post, then the commentary would be in the threads that he posted his look-at-me nonsense in. That is not the case however, so he needs to either deal with it or just stop posting intimate details of his life on the freakin internet.
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I thought we were being very supportive of him and we've posted our kudos when he's lost weight.
And for those lurking, we post about the Democratic Underground here because they don't allow dissenting opinions over there, and if you read around this section you'll see what we're responding too and how their political opinions are in the minority.
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I don't feel he is worthy of the top spot - actually making a goal and sticking to it - especially a positive one - is entirely 'unprimitive'. As for taking his posts out of context - we always link the originating thread, allowing anyone to read it all for themselves.. Unless DU scrubs it beforehand, of course.
You know, sir, I wasn't even thinking of the gigantic primitive for top primitive this year, not even the lowly 20th spot, until he made that most-unfortunate "more ammo" comment, hinting that he's stashing something somewhere.
Take that "more ammo" comment out of his campfire on Skins's island, and the gigantic primitive would've continued slipping into obscurity, with only a mention here and there maybe twice, three, times a year, about his weight loss.
But he made that "more ammo" comment.....
Now, please notice his long rant about the bureaucracy, which highlights two of his flaws much more repulsive than his rolls of fat.
The first is that all his problems in life are due to "other people," never to himself. He's been this way since forever--"other people" are jerks, incompetent, stupid, or whatever. While the gigantic primitive's been an angel, an illuminating light of intelligence, physicians, nurses, bus drivers, his late mother of blessed memory, his brother, social workers, bureaucrats, the apartment management, his in-laws, have been devils.
Yeah, right. Like any of them managed to bloat up past a quarter of a ton.
The second is that all these places the gigantic primitive's gone to, to verify the identification of his wife, seem to be, uh, blue counties run by corrupt Democrat political machines since, well, forever.
If the gigantic primitive doesn't see the irony in that, well, one must conclude the gigantic primitive isn't as bright as he alleges himself to be.
I dunno how I'm going to vote on top primitive--there's actually twenty of them, remember--but I suspect that with this latest irrational outburst of the gigantic primitive, whereas before he wouldn't have even reached 20th spot, now there's going to be enough votes to catapult him back into prominence.
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Hold on a second, he puts his entire life out for the internet world to see and actually whines when those posts are commented on? seriously?
Yeah.
It's kind of hard to forget that chafing issue.
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You know, sir, I wasn't even thinking of the gigantic primitive for top primitive this year, not even the lowly 20th spot, until he made that most-unfortunate "more ammo" comment, hinting that he's stashing something somewhere.
Take that "more ammo" comment out of his campfire on Skins's island, and the gigantic primitive would've continued slipping into obscurity, with only a mention here and there maybe twice, three, times a year, about his weight loss.
But he made that "more ammo" comment.....
Now, please notice his long rant about the bureaucracy, which highlights two of his flaws much more repulsive than his rolls of fat.
The first is that all his problems in life are due to "other people," never to himself. He's been this way since forever--"other people" are jerks, incompetent, stupid, or whatever. While the gigantic primitive's been an angel, an illuminating light of intelligence, physicians, nurses, bus drivers, his late mother of blessed memory, his brother, social workers, bureaucrats, the apartment management, his in-laws, have been devils.
Yeah, right. Like any of them managed to bloat up past a quarter of a ton.
The second is that all these places the gigantic primitive's gone to, to verify the identification of his wife, seem to be, uh, blue counties run by corrupt Democrat political machines since, well, forever.
If the gigantic primitive doesn't see the irony in that, well, one must conclude the gigantic primitive isn't as bright as he alleges himself to be.
I dunno how I'm going to vote on top primitive--there's actually twenty of them, remember--but I suspect that with this latest irrational outburst of the gigantic primitive, whereas before he wouldn't have even reached 20th spot, now there's going to be enough votes to catapult him back into prominence.
This is a valid position to take, one that I didn't consider. I think I let how impressed I am at his continuing weight loss success without surgery blind me to the continuing primitive behavior beneath it all.
And blaming everyone else for ones personal problems, including weight gain certainly qualifies.
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Well, the gigantic primitive continues to put out, but I'm not finding the "ammo" he promised to withhold from us.
But not to worry; the truth always outs.
Ege Bamyasi
Posted: Wed Dec 01, 2010 4:43 pm
Location: Las Vegas, NV
Food-wise, I'm doing very well for the most part. It's hard to splurge on much junk food when your food budget is very low, so even if the temptations were there, they can't be given heed. In addition, I've curbed one of my last remaining trouble spots down to nearly nothing. I used to be a diet soda junkie, but now I'm drinking either filtered water or stevia-sweetened home brewed tea, with maybe a couple of diet sodas when we do our big shopping on my pay day. Never any kind of full-sugar drinks, and not even any fruit juice because it's extremely expensive.
Mostly, we're eating a lot of potatoes and white rice (which I know isn't ideal, but it's half the cost of brown rice or even less when you buy it in a bulk bag, and our local grocery store doesn't have bulk bags of the brown), with cheap frozen vegetables. Lots of frozen peas and corn, and maybe some produce from the Dollar Store if it looks decent. We got some excellent zucchini from there this month. Sometimes whole wheat pasta if it's cheap enough, and I also sometimes indulge in the Albertson's knockoff of Grape Nuts with some banana milk. Vegan, no-oil-added oatmeal cookies are also cheap to make at home, and those are now our most common treat type thing. We make a batch every couple weeks on average, adding things like bananas, raisins or dates with cinnamon or other baking spices and a very small amount of sweetener.
Sometimes I get a little down when I see on-plan recipes which sound good but are cost prohibitive, but generally I'm handling a more bland diet fairly well. More than anything, I just want to see the weight continuing to come off. Survival may depend on me being thin and fairly mobile if things get much worse.
Well, the gigantic primitive's on his way; he's losing weight.
Now while doing that, time to shift gears a little bit towards another goal, thus doing two things at once.
The gigantic primitive needs to embark on a job-search expedition.
Getting two things done at once.
Ege Bamyasi
Posted: Wed Dec 01, 2010 9:37 pm
Location: Las Vegas, NV
Sadly, Jeanette has no birth certificate whatsoever now. The last time she needed one, she ordered it from Illinois and they sent her one of the ones they could manually produce when they still had all the records. That leaves us with no option but to unseal the Georgia records, so that the Illinois ones can be properly updated. This can only be done by either Mom or Mr. POS. So we're stuck with about half a viable option there, as much as it pains me to say that. And then, we will still need all of the information about Mr. POS that Illinois has requested, even after the unsealed records are transferred up there.
In other words, this will take months at the outside, with who knows what monetary cost to the parties involved? Best case scenario would be that Mom could simply mail a copy of her ID or whatever and ask for the record that way. Somehow, though, I'm thinking it would have to be done in person. Pensacola to Atlanta is a fairly long drive, so this would probably end up being a two-day process if Mom had to do it. And we're talking about someone who's just been shafted by our wonderful banking industry, has a terminally ill partner, and is worried about how to pay her utilities.
One thing we'll definitely be doing is considering what civil action could be taken against the idiots in Illinois. At this point, all we've got to go on is a bunch of "ifs." If Mom can get those records, and if POS will divulge the further information Jeanette needs, and so on ad nauseam. But, what if Mom or Mr. POS weren't even available at all? Are we to then assume that it would be impossible for Jeanette to obtain any kind of ID? No matter what, these unmentionables have cost us thousands already, and it only gets worse with time.
I've never been the litigious sort, and in fact neither of us has ever been party to a legal proceeding. But at this point I have no qualms whatsoever about taking a big chunk out of some agency's budget after pulling a stunt like this.
Once again I go overboard with rambling. I'll shut up and watch Hell's Kitchen now.
Hmmm. The gigantic primitive wants to sue a corrupt Democrat political machine?
Good luck with that.
Ege Bamyasi
Posted: Wed Dec 01, 2010 10:07 pm
Location: Las Vegas, NV
You're right that this is a very hard nut to crack. I suspect we're going to require some form of legal assistance at some point either before or after this is resolved. Maybe even both.
Now that Thanksgiving is over, we'll be making some phone calls between now and Christmas, at the bare minimum to find out exactly which Atlanta metro area county has the sealed record. Hopefully Mom can find a clear moment to help us out with that. We'll see.
Ege Bamyasi
Posted: Wed Dec 01, 2010 10:16 pm
Location: Las Vegas, NV
She has a Social Security card, and her voter registration card, and two expired local pieces of ID. All of these are worthless for what we're trying to do. We've asked every step along the way, and the answer has always been "no."
And she also has a birth certificate from the first adoption, but that is also worthless because every other piece of ID that she's ever had has been from the second one, with the possible exception of Kindergarten and first grade school records.
The Illinois Vital Statistics office won't accept any of that, but instead are insisting that they need the Decree of Adoption from Georgia, as well as POS' exact date and place of birth. I'm conversing with Jeanette as I type this, but she thinks that maybe her grandfather (POS' father) may be able to help. Apparently, however, there has been a row concerning him, because when POS' dad compiled the family history, he didn't even list Jeanette by name. He simply drew the branch and labeled it "Adopted Daughter." So who the hell knows? We'll find out when she tries to ask him.
On edit -- I didn't even catch your little joke there, as hepped up as I am with this uninvited emotional cocktail I've been infused with of late. Yeah, my fingers are definitely getting a workout...but sadly my shoulders and wrists are giving me hell. I should be fine tomorrow, though. I've just learned to try and take everything easy and let the food choices do the work.
Ege Bamyasi
Posted: Wed Dec 01, 2010 10:41 pm
Location: Las Vegas, NV
No, what I meant is that it was the grandfather who pulled the "Adopted Daughter" stunt. So they're both a couple of petty, small men.
Hopefully grandpa isn't up to the amazing standards of Mr. POS, and will just answer a couple lousy questions.
Again, one must regretfully conclude the gigantic primitive isn't very smart at all.
On one hand, he supports the establishment and expansion of corrupt Democrat political machines.
On the other hand, when the gigantic primitive suffers as a consequence of that, he doesn't see it.
Helen Keller had more vision than that.
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Can anybody here--especially those in Nevada--explain what sort of job there requires such a positive identification? The gigantic primitive makes it seem as if Jeanette's trying to get some sort of position in national security or intelligence.
She's apparently got a social security card, at least one certified copy of her birth certificate from Illinois (despite the gigantic primitive denying this, there's probably one laying around in the apartment), she's worked and paid taxes--and thus is on record with the IRS (Internal Revenue Service)--and one assumes she has a driver's license of long standing.
So what's the deal? Is Jeanette applying for a job with the CIA?
One's heart of course bleeds for Jeanette, and it can't be comfortable for her, dealing both with her relatives and with the gigantic primitive putting her family feud out in the open for all to see, but the lachrymal glands remain dry for the gigantic primitive.
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I must add:
Doesn't Nevada have two U.S. senators and three U.S. congressmen with "constituent service" staffs--or is that just unique to deep-red Nebraska?
Surely the gigantic primitive can get Harry to do something for him; after all, they're both Dems.
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http://drmcdougall.com/forums/viewtopic.php?f=21&t=11960&sid=180aac5061df93f47dc5da6e391e0de9&start=705
Oh my.
franksolich is looking around for the "more ammunition" the gigantic primitive has stashed away somewhere.
The gigantic primitive makes a campaign speech near the end of the second (long) comment.
Well, if that's the gigantic primitive's ammunition that he's hiding, it's wet.
I still don't understand how "we" chased him off of the internet...We can't even post at DU and i haven't seen anyone from here over on the other forum? How can one "harass" you when one can't even post on the same site as you? Jesus! What a big crybaby! ::)
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I couldn't take his huge long screed and big tale of woe about ID. Just imagining the time it took for him to type that out....
Kirk, anybody who writes down at the Internet about his wife's feminine hygiene issues, and the products she uses to address them; products that you pilfered and misused to your own great regret, has no business whining about other's comments from said Internet.
If you want privacy, act like you do.
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I couldn't take his huge long screed and big tale of woe about ID. Just imagining the time it took for him to type that out....
Kirk, anybody who writes down at the Internet about his wife's feminine hygiene issues, and the products she uses to address them; products that you pilfered and misused to your own great regret, has no business whining about other's comments from said Internet.
If you want privacy, act like you do.
Oh God! You had to bring that up again? I had sufficiently erased that from the memory! :hammer: :-)
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Oh God! You had to bring that up again? I had sufficiently erased that from the memory! :hammer: :-)
Don't forget the actual real life much detailed photographs of the chafing on the groin, too, sir.
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Don't forget the actual real life much detailed photographs of the chafing on the groin, too, sir.
Jesus Frank! I thought you liked me? :lmao:
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Hmmm. The gigantic primitive wants to sue a corrupt Democrat political machine? Good luck with that. Again, one must regretfully conclude the gigantic primitive isn't very smart at all.
On one hand, he supports the establishment and expansion of corrupt Democrat political machines.On the other hand, when the gigantic primitive suffers as a consequence of that, he doesn't see it.
Helen Keller had more vision than that.
After reading this post. I have to agree. Setting himself up for failure politically that way.
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Please, please, I implore you: Make me your NUMBER ONE TOP PRIMITIVE LARD-ASS LAS VEGAS LEVIATHAN GREASY GRILLED CHEESE AND BACON SANDWICH EATING DUMMY OF 2010!! You all know you want to now. I mean, this is some truly epic drama, right? And how could you live with yourselves without taking a few minutes to indulge in all these juicy difficulties and hardships? If you didn't, wouldn't that make your Baby Jesus cry? I thank you in advance for your due consideration of my humble request.
**** you, fat boy. Whiny bitches (like you) aren't fit for a number one slot.
Quit putting your personal business out for the world to see and maybe you won't get made fun of. Get it, DUmbass?
Oh, and leave the wife's douche alone, huh?
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**** you, fat boy. Whiny bitches (like you) aren't fit for a number one slot.
Quit putting your personal business out for the world to see and maybe you won't get made fun of. Get it, DUmbass?
Oh, and leave the wife's douche alone, huh?
The gigantic primitive's been busy; one suspects he really wants to be a winner in the top primitives.
Ege Bamyasi
Posted: Thu Dec 02, 2010 9:09 am
Location: Las Vegas, NV
Tomorrow is roommate Joe's payday. He's more than amenable to loaning us a few dollars so that Jeanette can pick up some supplemental groceries at the dollar store, plus a couple of their wonderful 99 minute for 99 cent long distance cards. Long distance through our digital phone service is a lot more than a penny per minute.
We'll use those minutes to start calling around, beginning with the Georgia law office which handled the adoption, so they can at least explain what petitioning the court will entail. From there, I guess we'll try and find her grandpa and see if he'll either give us the information we need or try and talk some sense into Mr. POS.
We'll also look for some pro bono attorneys around our area, and see if we can arrange for Jeanette to go in and explain this situation. I'm not even sure who would be an "expert" in this kind of case. Probably an immigration attorney or some such. How ironic is that? :twisted:
I will definitely keep you all posted as to what we find out.
Oh, the things one will do just to qualify for some schlub job like the Wendy's drive-thru or Wal-Mart greeter. What the hell has happened to this country? It sure would be nice if we could go back to having our citizens -- and especially those citizens already facing an uphill battle just to get by -- not getting treated like they're automatically enemies of the state until proven otherwise.
Well, something just now this minute suddenly occurred to franksolich.
Jeanette's having a problem with paperwork, and can't get a job at the moment.
One is sure the gigantic primitive has all his paperwork, so why isn't he out looking for work, while Jeanette's dealing with this?
Why is a job for Jeanette more important than a job for the gigantic primitive?
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Truly, one fact of this entire thread SC wrote escapes me. Where and what was the documentation his wife had in her possession in order to obtain work at the call center?
My son was recently hired at one here in our AZ town and he had to produce his social security card and birth certificate. Maybe Nevada has stiffened their laws regarding identification subsequent to Jeannette having been laid off from her last job. Otherwise, I am truly baffled as to why all of a sudden the b.c./adoption issue IS an issue.
If only the country had been as diligent in pursuing Obama's b.c. issue as Nevada seems to be for poor Jeannette. :argh:
As for the rest, congrats on your continuing weight loss, SC, and I'm quite sure most of us at CC were supportive of you. But, pardon me, I could have sworn you already had us all on ignore so why wish to be named as one of the top DUmmies of the year.
You'll have to do better than that for my vote, I can assure you, as you are so far down the list of losers, despite your weight loss.
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Wow.
The gigantic primitive sure does have a lot on his plate. (No pun intended.) Between the dieting, the call cards, looking for a pro-bono immigration attorney. Life is busy for the gigantic primitive.
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Well, Frank, he did request that you
maybe while you're at it you could send me some of those magical "bootstraps" that we could pull ourselves up by?
Get right on that, why don't you.
I didn't catch the CC call out as the whole thing was too long. LVL, you're too boring to nominate. Congrats on the weight loss. Now get out there, and stop making Jeanette haul your carcass around. I've worked with lots of heavy guys and girls, and they do just fine.
wouldn't that make your Baby Jesus cry?
What? He's saying that if he doesn't win, Jesus will weep? :mental:
You are so lame.
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Wow.
The gigantic primitive sure does have a lot on his plate. (No pun intended.) Between the dieting, the call cards, looking for a pro-bono immigration attorney. Life is busy for the gigantic primitive.
Life is busy for the gigantic primitive because he's really really busy avoiding doing something.
He doesn't want to be out pounding the pavements looking for a job.
And so all this--his weight, his wife's problems--gives an excuse for not doing that.
A rather lame one, but an excuse nonetheless.
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I'd think it's a better option to try focusing on loving my wife and myself, and working steadily towards my dream of using my life experience, including everything described above, in order to help others.
If you had stuck with that in the first place, you probably wouldn't have turned into a human Hindenburg. ::)
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I've worked with lots of heavy guys and girls, and they do just fine.
You know, I've suggested before that since Las Vegas has a lot of hotels, the gigantic primitive could find work as a bell-boy.
I've seen fat bell-boys before, short little guys in their 40s and 50s, weighing circa 300-350 pounds.
For some reason, women think fat bell-boys are "cute," and tip them much.
And all the walking around, carrying bags, would help melt away much of the weight excess.
If that didn't work, since Las Vegas has a lot of movie theatres, the gigantic primitive could work as an usher; he'd have to buy a flashlight to go with his hotel bell-boy uniform and cap, but I suspect the gigantic primitive would actually enjoy being a theatre usher, pompously and officiously escorting patrons to their seats.
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The gigantic primitive's been busy; one suspects he really wants to be a winner in the top primitives.
I could care less if he was pimping himself to be the Duke of Manhattan, I absolutely cannot stand drama queens.
Well, something just now this minute suddenly occurred to franksolich.
Jeanette's having a problem with paperwork, and can't get a job at the moment.
One is sure the gigantic primitive has all his paperwork, so why isn't he out looking for work, while Jeanette's dealing with this?
Why is a job for Jeanette more important than a job for the gigantic primitive?
Because he's a DUmmie?
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Because he's a DUmmie?
Well, I'm wondering about something else, and am wondering if this is the "more ammo" the gigantic primitive's trying to hide from us, but which must inevitably blow up in his face.
The gigantic primitive's only work experience has been as a card-dealer in casinos; he never learned anything else.
Ever since he was a little lad up in Minnesota, he didn't want to be a fireman, a policeman, a soldier, a physician, an attorney, a firefighter, a professor, a banker, or any of those other things little lads dream of becoming--he admits that he never wanted to be anything but a parasite upon society, a card-dealer in a casino.
So that's all the gigantic primitive ever knew.
About the same time the gigantic primitive hit a quarter of a ton, he left the casino, being unemployed.
The gigantic primitive's never been open and honest about why he left the casino.
He might've been fired, because he's never expressed anything other than hostility about his former place of employment.....and he could've been fired because the casino restaurant was going bankrupt (one of the fringe benefits of being a card-dealer in a casino is all the chow one wishes to eat).
Or, or, or, maybe there was some funny business going on, the gigantic primitive skimming some of the casino winnings, hiding the cash in his flaps.
What's clear is that the gigantic primitive has no interest whatsoever in working as a card-dealer again.
I'm wondering if he doesn't want to because he can't.
Surely there's a "blacklist" among casinos, detailing the crimes of former employees, so as to prevent other casinos from falling victim.
Or perhaps he can no longer pass a background check.
I dunno.
But if this is the "more ammo" the gigantic primitive says he's hiding from us, again, it's wet ammunition, no good.
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Ege Bamyasi
Please, please, I implore you: Make me your NUMBER ONE TOP PRIMITIVE LARD-ASS LAS VEGAS LEVIATHAN GREASY GRILLED CHEESE AND BACON SANDWICH EATING DUMMY OF 2010!!
Request denied.
Here:
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You know, sir, I wasn't even thinking of the gigantic primitive for top primitive this year, not even the lowly 20th spot, until he made that most-unfortunate "more ammo" comment, hinting that he's stashing something somewhere.
Take that "more ammo" comment out of his campfire on Skins's island, and the gigantic primitive would've continued slipping into obscurity, with only a mention here and there maybe twice, three, times a year, about his weight loss.
But he made that "more ammo" comment.....
Now, please notice his long rant about the bureaucracy, which highlights two of his flaws much more repulsive than his rolls of fat.
The first is that all his problems in life are due to "other people," never to himself. He's been this way since forever--"other people" are jerks, incompetent, stupid, or whatever. While the gigantic primitive's been an angel, an illuminating light of intelligence, physicians, nurses, bus drivers, his late mother of blessed memory, his brother, social workers, bureaucrats, the apartment management, his in-laws, have been devils.
Yeah, right. Like any of them managed to bloat up past a quarter of a ton.
The second is that all these places the gigantic primitive's gone to, to verify the identification of his wife, seem to be, uh, blue counties run by corrupt Democrat political machines since, well, forever.
If the gigantic primitive doesn't see the irony in that, well, one must conclude the gigantic primitive isn't as bright as he alleges himself to be.
I dunno how I'm going to vote on top primitive--there's actually twenty of them, remember--but I suspect that with this latest irrational outburst of the gigantic primitive, whereas before he wouldn't have even reached 20th spot, now there's going to be enough votes to catapult him back into prominence.
Seriously. There are times when I think that he must think himself to be Ignatius Jacques Reilly or something. He's always right, there never wrong, and those dangerous busses to Baton Rouge must be stopped. Or something. There are investigative agencies that would be able to help him in his search for a nominal fee.
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maybe while you're at it you could send me some of those magical "bootstraps" that we could pull ourselves up by?
Bootstraps? Don't you mean tow chains? :-)
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Someone over there read franksolich's suggestion over here that the gigantic primitive contact Harry Reid.
After all, they're both Dems, and Dems are supposed to help each other.
But remember, franksolich suggested it first, right here.
Ege Bamyasi
Posted: Thu Dec 02, 2010 10:41 am
Location: Las Vegas, NV
AnnaS wrote:
Hi, Kirk--I hope you can get some pro bono legal help to help you unravel this absurd snafu.
Maybe somebody already suggested this upthread, but I would also consider contacting your Congresscritter or Senators. They have staff for working on exactly this kind of issue, and particularly since it's a multiple-state problem, it may be something that congressional staff can resolve more easily than a lawyer could.
I worked with immigrants for many years and I can tell you that such human rights issues or humans-caught-in-the-paperwork problems often do go to a representative's office and get resolved there. And more recently, when I have attended our local congressman's town hall meetings, all politics aside, he brings several staff members to each meeting and they stay afterwards helping individuals with problems like this. Our region has a lot of small family farmers, and they get caught in all kinds of ridiculous paperwork problems (and they can't afford lawyers, either) and I have listened to them discussing these problems in detail with attentive staffers.
So I would urge you to contact any or all of these offices and ask to speak to a staffer who can help with this type of problem. It's your right to ask for this help. You'll want to get the problem summarized fairly well before talking with them--that's where some pro bono help locally might be useful to you, getting the problem articulated clearly and succinctly...hard to do when you're in the middle of it yourself.
Well, we've already determined that there is a form which one must fill out and either mail or fax to Senator Harry Reid's office, explaining the situation in detail. Once that is done, the appropriate staffer can get back in touch and try to get the ball rolling.
There is also a pro bono service here in town, but they're booked solid through Monday to even be able to talk to someone, so our strategy will be to get on the phone with them the minute they open on Monday. There is a problem with this service, though, in that they're going to want proof of income and all the other lovely stuff, which once again may require ID. The cost of a round trip on para-transit for us is going to be at least $10 and quite possibly more given peak times, and since we are totally 100% broke until the middle of this month it may have to wait. Hopefully the Senator's office will be able to work more quickly than this service would, anyway.
it's a start! And we're looking around on the net for more ideas.
I know it's not much at this stage, but I still feel at least a glimmer of optimism for the first time in months.
And right here's the best place to find more ideas.
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There's a free legal aid office across the street from the bus station here and in every major city in the country. Las Vegas probably has a half a dozen of them. Has he bothered talking to them? (I didn't read that long-ass rant. I don't have that kind of time.)
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There's a free legal aid office across the street from the bus station here. Has he bothered talking to them? (I didn't read that long-ass rant. I don't have that kind of time.)
Actually, the gigantic primitive doesn't need legal services.
The gigantic primitive needs to find a politician with clout.
And in corrupt Democrat-run Las Vegas, the gigantic primitive shouldn't find that difficult.
But really, this is something Jeanette should be handling herself--after all, she's more mentally and physically competent than her husband--while the gigantic primitive concentrates upon getting himself a job.
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My 70-year-old father has been above the 300# mark on the scale for a couple of decades and he still manages to go to work every day.
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My 70-year-old father has been above the 300# mark on the scale for a couple of decades and he still manages to go to work every day.
Well, thus far the past year, I've suggested these career opportunities for the gigantic primitive, but it's like talking to a deaf man:
bell-boy in a hotel
usher in a movie theatre
model for clothing for big and tall men
walking advertisement for something (where one wears a "sandwich board" and strolls up and down sidewalks)
circus sideshow master-of-ceremonies
chauffeur for a funeral home
posing for "before" parts of "before-and-after" photographs
The gigantic primitive wants to be a "nutritional consultant," but I don't think that's going to happen.
My ideas are more realistic.
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Cheese and bacon sandwiches don't qualify as nutrition. Although I've heard professional mechanics are some of the worst people to buy a used car from because they know exactly how far they can push something until it breaks.
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Actually, the gigantic primitive doesn't need legal services. The gigantic primitive needs to find a politician with clout. And in corrupt Democrat-run Las Vegas, the gigantic primitive shouldn't find that difficult.
But really, this is something Jeanette should be handling herself--after all, she's more mentally and physically competent than her husband--while the gigantic primitive concentrates upon getting himself a job.
How very true. Is Jeanette that illiterate that she can't handle getting her papers on her own while the primitive of gigantic proportions gets a job? Seesm he uses Jeanette's problems as an excuse for the "easy way out".
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How very true. Is Jeanette that illiterate that she can't handle getting her papers on her own while the primitive of gigantic proportions gets a job? Seesm he uses Jeanette's problems as an excuse for the "easy way out".
Trust me, sir.
Jeanette is perfectly capable of handling her own matter herself, without any "help" from hefty hubby, who's using solving her predicament as an excuse for not going out himself to bring home some bacon.
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Mmmmmm, bacon.
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What I want to know is what happened to Jeanette's Birth Certificate since the last time she used it. As far as I'm aware, it is hardly a document that you needs a new copy of each time it is used. My mom got a copy of my birth certificate shortly after I was born, and I used the same copy to apply for my driver's license when I was 16.
Seems to me all this drama could have been avoided if she kept her Birth Certificate in a safe place. As it stands now, for all she knows, there is some criminal out there using her Birth Certificate to steal her identify.
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What I want to know is what happened to Jeanette's Birth Certificate since the last time she used it. As far as I'm aware, it is hardly a document that you needs a new copy of each time it is used. My mom got a copy of my birth certificate shortly after I was born, and I used the same copy to apply for my driver's license when I was 16.
Seems to me all this drama could have been avoided if she kept her Birth Certificate in a safe place. As it stands now, for all she knows, there is some criminal out there using her Birth Certificate to steal her identify.
You got me. I had to order a copy of my BC to get a security clearance. It took a couple weeks, but I got a COLB from the state of New York (I've seen my long-form BC) in the mail.
I had a certified copy of my BC but I lost it. You'd be surprised what happens when you move out of your parents house to another state.
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What I want to know is what happened to Jeanette's Birth Certificate since the last time she used it. As far as I'm aware, it is hardly a document that you needs a new copy of each time it is used. My mom got a copy of my birth certificate shortly after I was born, and I used the same copy to apply for my driver's license when I was 16.
Seems to me all this drama could have been avoided if she kept her Birth Certificate in a safe place. As it stands now, for all she knows, there is some criminal out there using her Birth Certificate to steal her identify.
Oh, they probably have one of those certified certificates somewhere in the apartment; all they have to do is look for it. These things just somehow collect.
I have three certified copies of my own certificate of birth, issued in 1972, 1984, and 1994; there's also a certified copy in the baby-book, but it's pasted in there.
When I was collecting things from the family archives for one of the nephews, who wished to have things from a late brother (their uncle) of mine, I found I had eight certificates of death for him.
The gigantic primitive just doesn't want to look for it; it would give him no reason for whining, and he wants to whine.