Technocracy: Blog

Again, it is emphasized that Part 2 is darker than Part 1. Circumnavigate this story if you do not wish to explore the darkness of humanity.

Chapter 19 had too much mindless, extemporaneous babble. Edited the last chapter down to the bare essentials required to tell the story.

Caveat and strong suggestion. Part 2 is dark. Darker than the the darkest evil stuff in Part 1. Don't read it, or deal with a graphic portrayal of how and why most humans suck.

Bugs Bunny: What a maroon.

GnySgt Scott: Too many stupid people. Not nearly enough napalm.

Geez. You people need to get a life. You actually think that I would kill off my main character?

What is the difference between a car salesman and a medical professional?

The car salesman is more honest about his intent to extract the most money possible from your accounts.

And that is where I am today. Fighting off the wolves and jackals of the medical industry while attempting to keep my clients happy has been exhausting and time consumptive.

Background. Due to my geezer status, the medicos initial thoughts were that I was a medicare guy. The surgeon and PCP said that therapy was my best road to recovery. When they realized they were dealing with an actual full-blown health insurance policy, they did a screeching 180 and set me up for a multitude of tests and scans. I ignored most demands of such tests and scans. Geez, how many fucking scans do you need to do in just a month's period?

Now the medicos are saying that it is imperative to do surgery. I got them to put their concerns in black and white. And boom, bang, pow. I got their corrupt asses in a sling. When a member of the state board that is a medical school professor says that you are full of shit, the powers that be are most receptive to your complaints.

I'm going to take two physicians and a PA down. They are going to hit the deck hard.

An apology. The chapter just released is a POS. I had a one-hour window (sitting in the doctor's office, of course) to edit another chapter and I absolutely fucking made a mess. Sorry about the numerous errors. But you people know the meme - life sucks, then you die.

Last week's wedding was a dull, almost sad, event; there was no joy of note in these people's lives. The people were stuffy and self-absorbed. They were focused on religious dogma and ritual. The bride and groom were much too serious, and both parents were pretentious pricks. I do not know why my wife dragged me to this event, but she did insist. Although I did get to log several hours of solid, in-the-soup instrument time, not common for this region.

I went to a funeral yesterday. While sad, because we all lost a good friend and our group now numbers but five, the event was not without joy. Befitting of the last respects for a former jarhead, the funeral had an abundance of joy, loudness, and sarcastic disrespect for the powers that be.

We will miss Joe fiercely. Joseph truly lived a life. He was loyal and devoted to a wild woman that masqueraded as a normal person for over 35 years. He never thought twice about defending the weak by physical means or by standing up to say the right thing at the right time. He was the first of my group to welcome my wife to the 'inside'. He was a better man than myself.

I am thinking about writing a biographical fiction about Joe and some others. I would have to call it a work of fiction because no one would believe the truth.