I am re=reading "The Menorah Men," by Lionel Davidson, Davidson also wrote "The Rose of Tibet," A great adventure story,reminiscent of Alexandre Dumas. I just looked up Lionel Davidson, the author, and discovered that he was a three-time golden dagger winner. He was an englishman, and had that particular felicity of style more common in English authors than in others. His books are sure pleasure to read.
For some reason, blogger is making it impossible to publish comments. Thanks for commenting anyway. I know who you are. You few, you happy few, I appreciate it. When I wrote aboout "doctor" Jill, I didn't want to single her out. Az majority of doctoral dissertations in the field of "education" are as bad or worse than hers. Of course the University of Delaware had to grant her a garbage degree. They were happy to do it. All their education degrees are garbage. Colleges and universities no longer have standards. Do you think Michele Obama got into Princeton because she had scholarly qualities? Rid yourself or that notion. She was a legacy; her brother had a basketball scholarship. Do you think that airhead Chelsea Clinton was accepted at Stanford because she was smart? Judging by her current vapid comments, IU hink she got in because of her daddy and mama. It's not hard to get into Princeton or Stanford; what's hard is to get less than an A average. And not because all the students do A level work.
People are sneeering about Dr Jill's dissertation: I've got news for them: All the dissertations at the University of Delaware's Education Department are like hers--stupid. This is what an education dissertation is like, at the Univdersity of Delaware and everywhere else. It's a sstupid degree for sstupid, but pretentious, people.
Gosh, I was witty then. Could I refer my readers to "Horrlbie Harold,"? Talk aboout sparklling prose. I'm not funny any more. I've become an old grouch. I'll try to go back down Memory Lane, since 2020ffers so little levity. Or should I just pack it in?
I am back online with barely energy enough to whistle. Nevertheless grateful to be alive and kicking. I will soon start to shoot out witty apercus but not quite yet. Consider this the only holiday greeting I am capable of. I wish you all well, better than well for sticking by me. I have a feeling that if I survive 2020 I will be alive, for a while at least. Keepthe flags flying, happy new year!
I just got the news that my new mortgage. It's going to be about the same as my old mortgage. I could not pay my old mortgage without guests from airbnb supplementing my income. If I made $1000 from airbnb every month, I was doing fine. Without this, I am totally up a creek. What am I going to do? No answer suggests itself. I can't work. I could not last a day. I can barely stand up. Everything has gone crazy. My old IRA, which took almost all year to get out of AIG. My credit report, which was a total fiction, but they will not correct it. So my new mortgage will cost extra points. I'd rather eat barbed wire, but I may go to GoFundMe.
I was just reviewing my adventures of 2020 so far: January: Serious anemia February: Mini stroke March: Immured in a horrible place, the bryn Mawr rehab hospital, where you lie in bed for 23 hours a day and receive useless physical therapy. I left AMA, thank God. They were giving me so many blood thinners that you could have brushed your teeth using my blood, what there was of it, short as it was of hemoglobin. A friend helped me escape. April: My dentist told me of a hematologist who would give me iron infusions. Finallly got to see him and get blood tested. For some mysterious reason, it is difficult to get iron infusions, which made you feel better instantly and are readily available. One of the mysteries of the medical system. Meanwhile, the government gets Covid-19, which maes it impossible to get any medical attention or get your hair or nails done. May, June, July: restaurants close. Delivery. Medical professions fire everbody who knew what they were doing, and suspend any meaningful phone contact. voice mail takes over the world. You can never talk to anyone again except by downoaading their rotten apps, and then you might grudgingly get attention. Aside: why can't you see a podiatrist? Another 21st century dilemma which appears unsolvable. Getting your ears cleaned out is completely ruled out, it can;t be done. Although why ear and foot doctors are needed by covid-19 patients is never explained. August: Put my 2-story house up for sale so I can live near one of my daughters. Discover the value of the house has increased $300.00 over the last 16 years. Another mystery. discovered that property in MD is higher priced than property in DE. Another aside: I don't like MD. They gave Lincoln a hard time during the Civil War and have been corrupt ever since. Also produced Nancy Pelosi. August to present: troubled by Realtors, Banks, and credit bureaus. because I was paying my car payments to the wrong account. Nissan reported me as deilnquent. This is costing me money on my new mortgage. No one can, or will, do anything about it. So they ruined my credit, and won't fix it. Sucks to be me, right?
Experian, the credit bureau that is ruining my life and my credit, offers me a new credit card! no reasoning with them. It would be like reasoning with the wind. . Congress, if you have nothing else to do, look into these credit bureaus, they are a blot on the body politic. Of course, Congress does have the duty to make sure that everyone at a Trump rally is wearing a mask and that keeps them busy. that and stealing the publicc's money. When I see stores full of people wearing these masks, somehow they remind me of the German Jews willingly sewing Mogen Davids on their clothing, thinking this would keep them safe.They thought Hitler would leave them alone now that they were humiliated and labeled, not allowed to go to school and attend concerts. Falso beliefs. Nothing keeps you safe from your enemies. I know the analogies are far fetched, but this is how I see them.
It was really heart-warming to see the responses to my kvetching. Thank everyone of you. L love you too. You are the true comrades of my heart.
I would like comments from my readers just to inform me that I, and they, are still alive.
I know I am not as amusing as I was once, but I'll work on it, if you are stil reading this thing.
The Mafia should take a hint from their spiritual cousins, the Credit Bureau. I just opened my experian credit report, to discover that I had 6 (six) black marks on my credit report.
One of them is from Nissan Acceptance, which totally muddled my credit by keeping three accounts open and not accepting the checks which my bank faithfully forwarded to them. I was never told I was in arrears ro this company. They just kept sending me bills. They reported my account as delinquent to the credit bureau but not to me. I I am trying to purchase a new home and was informed that I was delinquent. I then looked into the matter and discovered that I was paying into the wrong account. Attempts to rectify the situation were shrugged off. A credit report is as final and irreversible as death, apparently. From the Nissan dealership and Experian I received no help and no courtesy whatever. Sucks to be me, was the final answer.
At long last, Nissan sent back the payments I had made to the wrong account.
I finally asked to look at my credit report. To my amazement, I had 6 (six) black marks on my credit report. One was from Macy's, where I had had an account for about 40 years. I never had a complaint from them. The other four were baseless.
Experian offered to "repair my credit" for a payment the amount of which was undisclosed. I refused. I want no further dealing with these weasels.
It was just another protection racket, but apparently legal. So the Mafia ought to rethink their business practices.
Now that we are enduring a never ending wall-to-wall corona-virus public health emergency, people are enjoying the luxury of being rude to their fellow citizens. Commentors on websites no longer restrain themselves from wishing those who disagree with them slow lingering and painful deaths. Or from releasing personal information about those they consider in error . Or showing up at the homes of their fellow citizens to threaten death and destruction and keep their innocent neighbors up to all hours by shouting, dancing and singing,
Every day brings idiotic but necessary tasks, like figuring out why $970 worth of car payments did not reach Nissan although the money came out of my bank account. The person taxed by Nissan to figure it out was very reluctant to help in any way; in fact, he audibly rejoiced in his inability to be of any assistance.
I persisted, and eventually he informed me that the money went into the account for the car I traded in for this one. You see how boring and stupid this was, right? How uninspiring it was?
Now, I have to prove that my EZPass is not working. There are no actual humans involved in the EZPass system. It's voice mail jail all the way. If the problems they prefer are not the actual problems you have they hang up, saving themselves endless effort. Although, being government emloyees, they never exert themselves anyway.
When I worked at the library, I was the secretary of the library board. That meant I took the minutes, and I could put whatever I wanted into them. if something had been mentioned at the meeting I did not want discussed, I left it out of the minutes presented at the next meeting, and it was officially a dead letter. If I wanted action on something, I included it in the minutes and we eventually worked on it.
This worked well when I had harmonious relations with the Board; they trusted me. When the politicians got their greasy fingers on the minutes, our treasurer insisted on hiring a stenographer to insure that the minutes were completely opaque and revealed nothing. The money to pay her came out of--where else?--the book budget. But that was okay, because no-one on the Board actually read a book and had no idea why we had a book budget.
I recalled this handy arrangement when I heard of the FBI's Form 302. The 302 reports were written by the agents who interviewed the subjects. Though these were treated like holy writ, in truth the agent could claim whatever he/she liked and the subject had no recourse. HThe interviewer could revise the 302 to say whatever he wanted it to say. What a great way to slander and vilify people! And how unnecessary, especially in a day and age when everyone has access to video tape. A video tape of an interview would transparently reveal the facts of the case. But this was not done. It appears that videotaping interviewees is still not being done. Suggestion: why involve the subject in the interview at ll, why not just let the agent make up whatever he or she wishees to say without even involving the subject. Yes, that would save time and have the same result. Much easier all around, no?
When I heard about these Holy 302 the scales fell from my eyes, and the FBI was revealed as the corrupt and useless organization it truly was. Subsequent events revealed just how malevolent the FBI was and still is. Totally politicized, it's only reason for existing is to set traps for the duly elected President and pull him down. It's a jobs program for the useless and malevolent like Brennan, McCabe, Lisa Page and her lovers and no doubt countless others, all of whom make far more money than the taxpayers, poor fish, who support these parasites.
But I digress. I really wanted to draw attention to how awful routine daily living had become. Try to make a dental appointment, or get your hair done, or have your eyes examined. They really rake you over the coals for attempting such impudent activities. Everyone is hiding behind a screen of voicemail, using Covid 19 as a justification for their rudeness and incompetence.
According to the poet e e cummings: "There's a hell of a universe next door, let's go!" I'd like to be transported to that universe as soon as it becomes feasible. As soon as I get the app on my phone, and can a leave a message on the proper person's voicemail.
Yes, I am still alive. I miss the old days of blogging, when other bloggers read your posts and reacted to them. Now, it's all Facebook and other, still more horrible websites.
I loved the old blogger sites: Matt Peak, where are you? Also airforcewife, whose life was so interesting and lively. Johnny Virgil, a really talented writer who lived in Upstate New York, could always make me laugh. Texas scribbler? Tatiana/? If I forgot to mention you, sorry. I can barely remember my dentist's name, and I see him every six months.
I am depressed by our country's plight, and my own. The whole country seems to have been led by a pack of idiots for years, and now we know it. The jig is up, but the masks remain. Whose idea was it to quarantine the healthy, anyway?
How in the world did, in a country of 330,000, Bill Di Blasio, rise to a calling in life higher than a pizza delivery man? No one is more qualified than him? Really? If you can explain it to me, please do.
Joe Biden, really? The most pressing issue for Democrats is how to pronounce K Harris's name, while Joe can't remember to put his socks on before his shoes.
Instapundit has a link to all the experts of the last 50 years. Their record so far has been dismal. I noted that when Obama took office that many of his appointees had degrees from Harvard. I found this information scary, but I didn't know how scary it really was.
The place ought to be closed down before they do any more damage. Let's turn it into a homeless shelter.
Israel is full of young people carrying deadly weapons. Why is it okay for them, but dangerous for us? Don't they have the normal percentage of crazy people? Especially crazy young people? All the young people I know are at least somewhat crazy, but they do not go berserk and attack harmless civilians.
Maybe it's something in the water.
So for the last year I've been seeing medical specialists, none of whom thought I needed antibiotics, all of whom prescribed tests, My whole body was tested out. The last prescription was for a chest x-ray, the third one in three months. I threw it away.
Thanksgiving rolled around, and I got sick and tired of feeling lousy since the previous Thanksgiving, feelling tired, so tired I couldn't even read, but sat on the couch clicking the remote control. When I am too tired to read, it's time to start pricing coffins.
What is it with doctors who don't prescribe antibiotics? I understand that teir overuse is to be avoided, but come on, one year of feeling lousy is a year too much. Will tne entire population of the mid-Atlantic region become immune to antibiotics if one person takes them needlessly? And if that is the case, I am willing to risk the sacrifice of the health of the entire region If that will make me feel better. I'm selfish that way.
My dentist told me I was anemic, and recommended a hematologist. She had had the same thing.
So--I got my antibiotic and also iron pills that made me sick to my stomach. After three days, I was able to sit up and read a mystery--the Ranger, by Ace Atkins--and enjoy it. After five days I went back to the gym and lifted weights. I have come out of the comatose state!
And that is where I've been for the last year and why I haven't posted anything.
I was brought to a local hospital emergency room due to shortness of breath at 6 p.m. I was there until 4 a.m. No explanation was given to those in the waiting room. At around 10:30 p.m a young man who was accompanying his wife lost his patience and began to remonstrate loudly.
Immediately, this young man was surrounded by 6 security guards and driven out of the building. I attempted to record this on my phone but one of the security guards made me stop.
The rest of the patients either slept, purchased snacks at the snack machines and ate them, or stared aat their cell phones.
At 4 a.m., a nurse came and got me. She explained that there was a shortage of rooms and a shortage of nurses. There were doctors waiting who were unable to see the patients because there was no room in which they could see them. I complained, jokingly, that people could be found dead in this emergency room. She admitted that this had actually happened. She was not joking.
I can't complain about the care I was given. The doctors and nurses were very professional and thorough, except that they neglected to ask what medications I was already taking. However, I had brought my medications with me and was allowed to take them, after the doctor had been consulted and permitted it.
Imagine what this scene would be like if we were all on Medicare--better yet, imagine the scene in the UK, where patients are made to wait for life-saving surgery for months, or until they die of their diseases.
I have a queasy feeling that none of the wrongdoers: Brennan, Comey, Susan Rice and the rest--will ever suffer for their crimes. Correct me if you disagree , but I have a feeling that none of them will spend an hour in jail unless they take the tour of Eastern State Penitentiary.
All of these guys will either be working as well-paid lobbyists or will be hired by CNN, MSNBC, Netflix or Disney. Will Hillary Clinton pay any price for her disregard of the rules on email or her dastardly behavior at Benghazi? Decidedly not.
The FBI appears to be rotten to the core. The only recourse we have is to abolish it. It has served its purpose, if it had a purpose.
A great deal of indignation was heard from the left when Gerald Ford pardoned Nixon. Nixon was less guilty than any of these presumptive felons.
Much is made of Trump's extra-marital activities, but it was perfectly okay for Ted Kennedy to have left a woman to drown, among his other escapades. What about Bill Clinton?
More and more I am inclining to believe that justice is for the little guy or the unfortunate people who are caught in the crosshairs, like Scooter Libby.
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