Friday, August 19, 2011

If it's not Mental Illness, It will Always be Something Else

What were my plans today.  Well,  forget  about  them.
Wait! I need to eat my breakfast and lunch and it's already 3:34 PM.
Got a call at 6:30 AM, Pacific Daylight Time, from my skyping daughter, Kristine, in New Jersey.
She said, "I don't have any Perphenazine left and I need a pill for tonight."
She was slightly freaking out.
She had called her New York doctor a few days ago and the Fenny Pharmacy had no record of a prescription for her.  She left a message for her doctor.
So I asked, "What do these pills do for you."
She said, "The last time I didn't take them, I started getting anxious."
I said, "Take a Klonopin, if you feel anxious."
It's the calming drug, so I am told. I have never needed to be that calm, myself; although some people would think, otherwise, from listening to me on the phone during an emergency.

She had to leave for work. Could I call her California and New York doctors. Her phone was being repaired since it shorted out during the wet monsoon in New York, August 18, 2011. Some of you might remember. Being in a Sunshine state, I was not stressed until I started getting stress calls from those people living in New York. And one from Boston.

Since Kristine moved to New Jersey from California and switched doctors; I decided to call three of her past, present and future doctors since she could not reach anyone earlier for prescription drugs.
I called all three offices and all three of their cell phones and got 6 different recordings; after which, I started laughing.  The only other number left was 911.
Considering it was not her anti-psychotic drug that she lacked, I didn't think it was life or death.

However, everyone else on the East coast was freaking out.
I could feel my latissimus dorsi muscle ( And yes, I googled that) tightening up into a steel grip.
The day I realized I had a latissimus dorsi muscle was the day we acquired our second mortgage on the Montana house. Fortunately, that tightness goes away, without medication or exercise, as soon as I get that airy feeling of having "nothing in my brain."

Although, I have been told: It's the  pain from life  that makes us  feel alive.
Unfortunately, that's why some people cut themselves; to feel alive.
I know a better way to feel alive....but I won't go there.

My husband was in Boston for a day long meeting. He is concerned about Kristine's medication and tells me to try all the doctors; in order, to get a prescription, including her doctor at Belmont, MA because he can  take the pills to her if the doctor is allowed to get them for her. He says he has to make the decision to go to Belmont within an hour because it will take a few hours traveling back and forth before he leaves to New York that afternoon. I E-mail him with the question: Why drive there when you can call the doctor and the pharmacy? He feels he needs to hand carry them in his brief case. Maybe, hand carry a Ming Dynasty porcelain vase?

I call the doctor's number. I start laughing when I get another recording. I sound panicky by now because my husband makes it sound, as if,  it's our last chance to save our daughter's life before she falls into the abyss. I wasn't that freaked out until after I talked to him and Kristine.
Finally, I get a returned call. The California doctor's assistant. I never talked to him myself. His assistant said that Kristine's medication was at our local California drug store. I should pick it up and FedEx it overnight to her. The doctor was on vacation and should be coming in later.

I said, "She won't get it in time. I would rather still try for the New Jersey pharmacies."
The Assistant said she will tell the doctor.
Since I did not hear from her and it was already in the afternoon, I left her a message saying that I would take her suggestion of 'over-night' the medication. But I will mail only the older medication that she left at home with different MG dosages because I want her to start getting her medications in New Jersey.
I leave, to FedEx the pills she had in the closet that are not the same MG dosage, but she can use them anyway by cutting and pasting them together for the correct amount of dosage until she gets her new prescription.
You mean? You're  not  suppose to paste them together?
It only took 9 hours of constant phone tagging and running around to solve the problem.
In case, of an Armageddon: Call me.

After I got home from FedEx, I had 4 messages.
The California doctor's Assistant left 2 messages.
Kristine can pick up a few pills from the Duane pharmacy close to her apartment today and the remainder of the medications on Monday.

The third message was from my other daughter, Kathleen who wanted to talk about her day. We skyped.

The fourth message was from Kristine's new doctor in New York. He said that he Did call in a prescription for Kristine to the Fenny pharmacy a few days before when Kristine had left him a message.
I was not surprised no one wrote it down at that pharmacy.
I had called that same pharmacy, the first thing, to inquire about the prescription when Kristine called.
I could see what might have happened when the doctor called them.
When I called, the guy who answered the phone had a strong foreign accent. He took all the information from me about Kristine; and then, he said he would check on it.  He asked if he could put me on hold while he looked up Kristine's information.
After a short moment, the same guy picked up the phone and asked me what I wanted.
I said, "I was just talking to you."
He said, " She has no records here." The doctor has to call first.

At that time, I did not know the doctor had already called because it was the first call I made that morning after talking to Kristine. I figured the pharmacy screwed it up somehow because the New York doctor was  highly recommended and he was also very accommodating when Kristine told him about her new situation: to work 3 months in NYC.
And since the pharmacy guy couldn't remember me after 3 minutes, why would he remember the doctor or Kristine after a few days.

Later that day, after Kristine got her new phone back from Sprint, she didn't need me anymore.

She said that this Fenny's pharmacy is a dive. The Blood Management company in California set up, her anti-psychotic prescription drug with that pharmacy and she will call to have it changed to the other Duane pharmacy, that is handling her Prephenazine prescription, which is a much nicer location and pharmacy...
          ...although they just gave her the wrong prescription drug and she did not check it until she got home. She had to walk back to the pharmacy in the pouring rain, remember the monsoon? She said the wind and rain blew her umbrella up, so she was drenched by the time she made it back home.Another lesson: look at your medicine bottle, as you get it  from the pharmacy.

She said, "I have never gotten the wrong prescription drugs from a pharmacy, before now."
I said, "Kristine,  you're  not  in  ' Kansas',  anymore."               ( Ref: Wizard of Oz)

After spending all morning and some of the afternoon working on Kristine's medication, Kristine managed to get her own pills and work out all her own problems WITHOUT my help; after she got her new phone.

I think I can use a Klonopin about now, but I will settle on something, less strong, but from a bigger bottle.
She had already called the pharmacy to check on those pills coming in today with her new cell phone. The pharmacy told her it was not covered by her insurance and it would cost over $100.
Kristine said, " It should be covered by my insurance; and if, I don't get my drugs NOW,  I will go CRAZY!!"
She said, "Mom, that got their attention. I called my insurance company and they talked to an agent."
It only cost her $10.

Although, I never talked to any of the psychiatrists, I know that they exist....... because the drugs are pouring in....

Tuesday, August 16, 2011

Conquering Mental Illness 2011

From 2007, Kristine has been succeeding, going through her goals at a rapid pace, that I can't keep up with the passing time. She feels she has lost time, while tucked away on the sidelines of her real life, by being mentally ill.  She must catch up, now, that her mind is working better. 

Back then, is so far behind us that I cannot remember the bad times, as clearly, and neither can Kristine who wants to write her own story one day. 
She remembers what she endured during those delusional years. Never imagining that she would get passed it; to this more controlled state of mind. 
She doesn't want to go back, mentally or physically, to any of those 'lost life' places. 

Her progress started from Appleton House at McLean Hospital, Belmont, MA in 2007; to Gould Farm in Monterey, MA in 2009; and Le Cordon Bleu in Pasadena, CA in 2010.
Hopefully, she will continue on through her Internship, this week, with Colette's Cakes, in New York City in 2011. 
Before her road to recovery, we saw no concrete evidence of Hope  as she was just an experimental rat for psychiatrists who were using different mind altering drugs that would make her more delusional and suicidal without regard to her feelings or complaints of feeling worse after taking the medication.  We normally heard, " My other patients don't have those side effects." 
Psychiatrists should know, not everyone has the same reaction to the same drug because people are individuals and it's not an "exact science." Somewhere, they had forgotten.
Keeping in mind, there are some good psychiatrists who are very mindful of the drugs they give their patients. They listen to feedback, not always doubting their delusional patient's or care taker's observations. 

I had no confidence in any psychiatrist and neither did Kristine before 2007.
During that year, my husband was reading a murder mystery novel that thanked the McLean Hospital's psychiatric Department in the prologue which lead to Dr. Irvin and Mary Gormley at Appleton House. 
Although I was for treatment, I was not for more medication because I didn't see a positive effect from all the previous drugs she took. They had to bring, both Kristine and me along, kicking and screaming; in order for us  to believe, there is hope in Clozapine; the high end drug that has to be monitored monthly through blood tests; incase, a patient's white blood cells decreases. Kristine was one of the lucky ones who could handle the drug. A drug that repairs the brain, not just massages it.
She is on the correct medication for her schizoaffective disorder, and continues to get better every day.
She continues to set goals for herself, advancing through each one; in spite, of her symptoms, side effects or anxieties that may flare up with each changing circumstance.
Part of Kristine's Le Cordon Bleu course is to Intern for 3 months.  Having applied to different cake and pastry shops in Southern California, she ended up going to Colette's Cake in New York City.
Naturally, I was concerned about the distance and her schizoaffective disorder in a large strange city. She had never been to New York; although she had Interned in London and Paris while in college before her illness was known.
The week before she left for NYC; her way of packing is having her extra large suitcase, lying in the middle of the foyer; plying everything she plans to take with her, on top. The last few hours before walking out the door, she  throws everything in the suitcase, unwrapped new things and old. Only the bare minimum of clothes, but lots of bath products for her hair and skin.

The day she left on the Red Eye:
She scheduled a hair appointment at 8 AM; to have her bleach blond hair toned down, blending her darker roots together so it would grow out looking natural.
She, personally; picked up her medication at the pharmacy just to make sure they gave her all the medications she needed because they have made mistakes in the past.
She returned an item for a refund, realizing that she was short on cash and didn't need the cooking item she bought. 
We had her last California meal at her favorite sushi restaurant and then it was off to the LA airport around 9:30 PM. 

She was nervous, but I told her lots of people get nervous traveling; especially little old ladies who are dehumanized, going through security; being searched for TNT in their Depends.  It's normal for everyone to be considered a terrorist at the airport; except for a real terrorist. Those are the ones who get on board. That's why they are called, "terrorists." 
But I digress.

There are some things that don't connect in her mind. The importance of safe guarding valuables that don't seem valuable. A week before she left, her car was vandalized in the school parking structure because she left her phone  in the front seat. 
The second day in NY it poured. She walked in the rain using her navigation system in her Second new phone which shorted out and stopped working; getting her lost for an hour.
In spite, of her brain dead attitude, she was knowledgeable enough to seek out a local Sprint store to have it checked and replaced. She was counting on her phone's navigation to help her get to her first day of work. 
But being, absent minded, forces her to rely on a paper map now; while she waits a good full week for her third new phone to arrive.  She will be forced to Skype and read my E-mail now, what a bummer. 

She is not alone in NYC. Her sister lives there with her boyfriend. Kathleen showed her the best routes to take to work; basically, holding her hand the first few days.
She has sorority sisters there, as well as another Cordon Bleu student from her school, Interning with her.
It's a three month Internship which doesn't require a lease, so she rents a very small room in New Jersey.  An apartment, she shares with the owner and another renter, that she found online.  The landlord had many good reviews from other renters and she seems very nice. 

Tomorrow will be Kristine's first day of work at Colette's Cakes. Hopefully, her Internship will be a piece of cake. 



Wednesday, August 10, 2011

Navy Seal Team 6- A Dying Breed?


This Navy Seal Team 6 incident has been haunting me ever since I heard that so many of our best soldiers where killed so easily by primitive forces.
My question is: When our Finest soldiers are trained to protect us, who is protecting Them?
"In the aftermath of the Osama bin Laden raid, the White House couldn’t get its story straight..... Anonymous sources revealing secret information about the tactics, training, and equipment of covert forces put at risk our ability to successfully mount similar missions in the future.”
Because of the loose lips, Gates said the DOD is looking into ways to “pump up the security” for the elite team."
We don't help our soldiers by giving our enemies detailed information about their missions and their tactics; but this Administration, according to Gates, have no understanding of the real threat from our enemies. I think this Administration will "politically correct" the country into non-existence, 
if they keep thinking that the only enemy they have is the Republicans and Tea Party and not Radical Islam terrorists. 
This Administration has used the Navy Seals as a carrot for the enemy; to set it's sights on, and so the enemy has, with these 31 dead soldiers. 

The members of the same Navy Seal Team 6, the same kind of  'Bad -Asses' who killed bin Laden, are now dead?  The same group of elite soldiers who were shot down out of the sky by a possible "rocket launcher."
From this information, the military did have general intelligence of the area and it was not safe according to the Pentagon's top officer. It was not safe even for the elite Rangers who needed rescuing from this roughed terrain.
"The October 2010 report specifically said Taliban insurgency was becoming stronger in the eastern and northern provinces of the country. ....The Chinook helicopter was gunned down by the Taliban in the eastern part of the country."

High tech equipment and physical fit soldiers cannot compete in a foreign land where tribes band together, unless you nuke them without thought of who is the enemy.  How can you fight a terrorist when they all look alike in civilian clothes and they cheat by using children and women to fight for them. They are not gentlemen because they don't have the same weapons as their enemy and will use any means to win. 
All the enemy needs is your Achilles Heel: . a fatal weakness, in spite, of your overall strength. 
There once was war etiquette and a gentlemen's war .
We should know that in small rural areas communication travels fast by word of mouth and networking. Villages don't need high tech to communicate. I don't think there was very much high tech involved around Osama bin Laden's house while he was supposedly hiding in the midst of 3 Pakistani military facilities. I think everyone knew he was there and protected by the Pakistani.  Small towns always gossip. It's in their  DNA " to Blab." By the end of the day, everyone in town knows which woman will be stoned to death.
Some Navy Seals from Team 6 told their mothers and wives that they were 'safe; not to worry about them.'
They probably had a false sense of feeling safe when they thought they only had to trust their buddies when it came to covering their back. Did they stop to think that they couldn't trust the reliability of their equipment or the intelligence report for this expedition? Or whether they were considered expendable by a military and government who likes to give orders without thought for the safety and life of a soldier. I hear some people say," It's their job. They asked for it."  Some people just don't care about the life of a soldier and that's why they get paid so little. They don't get a 100% of their pensions and health care benefits for life like our Congressmen or President, after just one term ( 4 to 6 years) in office.
As far as the military equipment goes: We should know by now that the USA government pays exorbitant prices for some ill equipped military combat vehicles that even an illiterate village ruffian can destroy with some kind of primitive IED or rocket launcher.
But don't ask me, I am just a mother who wants to "prevent"accidents by using all my resources.
The government and military have a hell of a lot more resources than I have. I only have google. 
Some history: 
World War II
.... in 1944 some Churchill tanks had sections of track attached to their existing armour to provide extra protection.  M8 Greyhound crews would sometimes line the floors of their vehicles with sandbags to provide extra protection against landmines. U.S. tanks sometimes had spare strips of track welded to the hulls. This was done with the Sherman
 Iraq
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A U.S. Army 5-ton cargo truck with improvised armour on the doors, rear gunner's box, and an improved bumper.
In post-invasion Iraq, improvised vehicle armour is colloquially referred to as Hillbilly armor, farmer armor or hajji armor by American troops.
When American troops first took Baghdad, only the U.S. military police had fully armoured vehicles. During the occupation that followed the 2003 invasion that toppled Saddam Hussein's regime, insurgent forces deployed roadside bombs, RPG teams, and snipers with small arms to attack military vehicles on supply convoys and other known routes.
To protect themselves from these threats, American troops began reinforcing their Humvees, LMTVs and other vehicles with whatever was available, including scrap metal, kevlar blankets and vests, compromised ballistic glass and plywood. In some cases they relied on Iraqis to assist them in these efforts, and referred to the result as "Hajji" armour. They were also officially advised to line the floors of their Humvees with sandbags to deaden the impact of land mine explosions. A similar practice was common among M8 Greyhound crews during WW2.
Some officers in Iraq were disciplined over their refusal to carry out missions in what they considered improperly armoured vehicles.
 Military-supplied "up-armour"
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A reinforced door on an Army truck at a base at Ar-Ramadi, Iraq.
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A 10K forklift outfitted with hillbilly armour protecting its cab
The practice of U.S. troops reinforcing their vehicles with improvised armour became well known after a U.S. soldier questioned U.S. Secretary of Defense Donald Rumsfeld about the need to salvage armour from scrap materials on December 8, 2004 at Camp Buehring, Kuwait.The question was met with cheers from fellow troops..... Col. John Zimmermann, Staff Judge Advocate of Wilson's unit said that 95 percent of the unit's 300 vehicles lacked appropriate armour, and suggested that it was the result of a double standard used to equip the National Guard as compared with active-duty forces.....On December 10, 2004, it was reported that following the incident, Armor Holdings, Inc., the company producing armoured Humvees for the Army, was asked to increase production from 450 to 550 per month—its maximum capacity. Also on December 10, Congressman Marty Meehan (D-MA, House Armed Services Committee) issued a news release harshly critical of the Bush administration and The Pentagon: Meehan described the shortage of armoured vehicles as "a dangerously exposed center of gravity" of America's military presence in Iraq, and the lack of preparedness for insurgent tactics such as deploying improvised explosive devices (IEDs) as "symptomatic of a headlong rush to war."



Portraits of Navy SEALS killed in helicopter crash http://www.mercurynews.com/breaking-news/ci_18647161






Saturday, August 6, 2011

My Opinion on the US AA+ Grade for an Oz. of Gold (My 2 cents is Worthless)

Credit rating agency Standard & Poor's on Friday lowered the nation's AAA rating for the first time since granting it in 1917.The move came less than a week after a gridlocked Congress finally agreed to spending cuts that would reduce the debt by more than $2 trillion --"
too little; too late..
So why didn't anyone see this coming....Well, let's see...
To begin, I remember when the stock market lost over 500 points in 2008 and all 3 Credit Agencies: Moody's Investor Service Fitch, and Standard and Poor's were in bed with Wall Street and the Government. The Credit Agencies looked the other way while spending was clearly out of control and unlawful. They lost their own creditability that year. 
The Federal government prosecuted no one responsible for losing American citizen's life savings and homes due to corruptive practices. Some of the bedfellows, such as the credit agencies, got out of bed with their co-conspirtors, to do their job. 
S & P's maybe, trying to do the right thing by correcting a financially irresponsible government  who is still sleeping with the same ones who created the financially mess.
I don't think it takes an Einstein to figure out 2.4 trillion in cuts in 10 years with 7 trillion added to the debt, in the making, is fuzzy math gone wild.
The first American president in history to have a AAA credit rating downgraded to a AA+. Although with a little help from the Congress and past presidents who helped get us there; and most recently, the Obama Administration and Congress who helped KEEP us here.
Although, this over spending has been going on for years, the Federal government has only once used a balance budget agenda to get spending under control.  It was during the Clinton Administration with a Republican Congress. http://www.cato.org/pub_display.php?pub_id=6107 
Some historians give the credit for balancing the budget during the Clinton years to the Reagan era, for ending the Cold War with Russia, when it fell during the 80's.  This action alone cut the deficit in the 90's because of less Defense spending; and the Clinton Administration with a Republican congress did nothing to jeopardize the economy, creating a surplus. They managed the balancing of the budget and they increased taxes by 40 percent. YIKES!!! 
That's probably when major loopholes were created. What do you think?
I, vividly, remember cursing the IRS every April during the Clinton years, although I voted for him.  I must like, shooting myself in the foot.

The Federal government has never allowed itself to be controlled by a "balanced budget amendment," although all the States have to balance their budget by law.  Now it's time to control the Federal government for they can't control themselves.  A higher authority has to step in to stop the bleeding.

Just this week I heard everyone complaining that the Tea party voters were holding Congress and the President hostage until they got what they wanted. The Left was blaming the Tea party and spinning their story to the media creating a negative public opinion of the Tea party who wanted a balanced budget amendment. 
Then S & P's report stated in it's downgrade, just that remedy:  A balanced budget amendment with more than 4 trillion in cuts to the deficit to bring up the credit score of the United States. 
I was shocked that our government felt it could pass a bill with only 2.4 trillion cuts in 10 years while adding another 7 trillion to the deficit at the same time, while raising the debt ceiling. 
Right now Obama is leading the country into socialistic debt. Debt that has accumulated under his watch. A debt that exceeds the total of all previous presidential debts. 
I heard the former Mexican president say that the debt growth during "the Bush years, was in the 'billions'
..now it's in the "trillions!"...within the last 2 years.


I believe one real reason S & P's downgraded America's credit rating was because of President Obama repeating, from his weekly pulpit, that the deficit is so bad there will be no checks for granny, no checks for the military...we will default... as President of the United States...have no control over who gets paid first or second....the sky is falling ...
I think S & P's took Obama at his word... the sky is falling.
"Thank you, Mr. President. So tell me. Do you think that your comments, as leader of the country, will give America Confidence and a feeling of Security, especially when you are mimicking "Chicken Little?"

Of course, we expect the Obama administration to attack Standard and Poor's for their rating because that is what they do best: blame and attack those with ideas, instead of fixing the problems. Why? Because they are clueless as to how to fix the problem. The next time you listen to the president, remember it's not a "chicken in every pot" speech because he doesn't know how to raise chickens, much less, kill them and put them in your pot. 
Remember his "shovel ready jobs?" He said a year later that he didn't know what he was talking about when the "shovel ready jobs did not materialize after the big stimulus payout went no where. 
In fact, the best thing he could have done for the country would have been to give every household the stimulus money in Cold cash so they could stimulate the economy directly.
 What would that be per household:  311,929,898 million people in the USA as of August 6, 2010 dividing a $800,000,000,000 billion ( 2010) stimulus package among themselves. http://projects.propublica.org/tables/stimulus-spending-progress  
A family could start several hundred companies on their own with that kind of stimulus money; when Obama was still holding up the shovels. 

When we call the President of the United States a  "Leader"; what does that mean to Obama?  
As one Washington Post viewer notes:
Washington Post Politcs 
righthook38
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 "Obama is not a reasonable, fair and rational man. That's just how he appears. He tries to act cool, calm and collected, and acts like he's above the political fray. However, the fact is that he is as partisan as the rest of them, and maybe even more so. He purposely stays out of these"... (Legislative decisions).... but.... "if they're not resolved....., then he "steps in to fix the problem", acting like they can't do it without him. He's caused the nation to be more divided than ever..." with his partisan accusations when he doesn't get his way "...Pay attention to what's really going on here...."


 The Emperor has no clothes ...  and there is no money in the national coffer. 

Going into Combat

So it's a tiny war, but war is war and someone has to die. 
I have tried to understand the ant life's habits, if you can call it a life.
I see that ants are good for cleaning up dead things when I see them swarming around a "dead thing."
I have been observing them, much like an anthropologist; except, I haven't been to their colony.
But once I am dead, I am sure they will find a way to get me there.  
I don't mind seeing them around the perimeter of the yard, but I draw their last scented path when they come 
through the drain pipes and under the floor boards. 

I wonder if the ants get their tracking skills from the Indians since they, also, send out scouts. 
Obviously they didn't, since the Indians scout for danger and the ants follow the same scented trail as the first dead ant.
They are expendable, on a suicide mission, unbeknownst to them.
Didn't their mother tell them that when they find a dead relative on the path, it's a warning: Danger in the area? 
How can ants survive through evolution if they haven't learned a thing from their ancestors?
Or maybe, they don't have ancestors. They are all reincarnated humans. 
I generally kill the scout, first, and erase the scented path, knowing that if I don't; another ant who never learned his
lesson, from his previous life, will be coming along any minute.

I can see the ant's tiny brain at work when they come across a dead ant or sense danger.
They start running in different directions; hesitating, retreating every second. 
Probably screaming, " Get Off the trail... get Off the trail.. get Off the trail...
I'm off the trail...
I'm safe..I'm safe...Yippee! 
Splat! 

My husband has vacuumed them up, but that didn't last long.
I have tried using deterrents such as cinnamon, flour, pepper, soap, citrus oils to get rid of ants. 
Unfortunately, these organic substances create a lasting mess until I clean them up.
That's another good thing about ants. I tend to clean more, in places that I
didn't know were places. 

I ,also, start to scout, looking for the path of invasion along the perimeter of my house. 
I usual find some paths and put out Grant stakes. 
Grant stakes placed in the house, tend to freak out people, because it "attracts" ants. 
The flavored arsenic in the stakes brings out the entire colony to feast. So don't be
surprised if your one ant turns into a few hundred ants in minutes. The arsenic doesn't kill 
the ant immediately and gives the ant time to travel back to the colony to spread the poison.
The next day all the ants are gone and so is that 'one' colony among the hundreds 
of colonies around my house.

Every time I pick up a Grant stake or spray poison around an area, I can feel the poison 
contaminating my own body too; if not then, later, because it lingers.
We once had an exterminator, but I was tired of saturating the yard with poisons. The other day,
I saw our neighbor's exterminator spraying their yard when the dogs were outside. I saw the fine
mist of poison balloon into a large cloud in the air and I thought, "We are all going to die."

In the end, I think the ant will out live us all. Maybe, they are reincarnations of us and that is why they still
exist because I have yet to see any evolutionary improvement in their survival skills.
And then again, they are not smart enough to create poisons or weapons of mass destruction, to kill themselves, like we are. 

Wednesday, August 3, 2011

Personal Health- Mutating into A National Debt

It's time to blog about something other than the National Debt. I am sure everyone is sick of watching the political news. I only watch the fluctuating delusional stock market because that is the REAL indicator of how well off I will be in the future; never mind, the Political party policies that trumps reality. Reality being that they are spending beyond their credit limit; and their policy of wanting to tax the rich so all of their spending problems will go away.
Hey, isn't that what our generation is doing for our children.
We are so afraid that our children will suffer and obviously, our government, if we don't give them the money.

We want our children and our country to prosper. Our children to have a better life than we had financially.
Where am I going with this line of thought? Must be my guardian angel writing through me as I have no clue where it will lead.
I am always going off about life being a "paradox." Here comes another one.
My generation of baby boomers, saved and seldom spent more than we made. 
We didn't start out with credit cards. We paid cash. I mean paper currency.
We could not qualify for a credit card unless we could show we were in debt and making regular payments on a mortgage or car loan.
Paying cash for everything and being debt free was no indicator of how reliable we would be in paying our creditors.

Now flash forward to the future where financial debt trumps the health of our children and the planet.
Financially speaking, never mind the health of our children, with all the processed fast food restaurants, abundance
of available drugs and alcohol; and all the manufactured toxins we generate to kill anything flying in the air or crawling on the ground.
Why stop with the health of our children, let's kill the planet too.
Don't forget the genetically engineered seeds that strip mankind of nature's original food source.
Do you think we will, one day, be genetically engineered to eat plastic apples?


Since the credit card revolution, everyone has learned that being in debt is O.K. Lets raise the Credit Limit to show just how reliable we are and show those Europeans. Not only can we show them how much debt we can accumulate as a nation, but we can show them just  how reliable  we are becoming by making sure that not only the entire country is in debt, but every household, by stifling job creation in America through bad governmental policies.
 
Anything Bad, is possible, if you don't put a STOP to it.
No jobs, No revenue: More Debt.
Our children and grandchildren will be in too much debt due to the mismanagement of government.
They will have to "outsource" themselves to Dubai, so they can afford to live in America.

Do you think our children will be genetically engineered to be in two places at once?  Coloning?
Will the government have to resort to a Matrix world when the last tax dollar is spent, squeezing out that last drop of energy from our children's body?


I don't want you getting depress listening to my guardian angel's vision of America.  I don't want to think about it either, but the livelihood of our children just went down today.  August 2, 2011.
...."The Dow closed down about 266 points..... 'Now that we have solved the debt ceiling issue,...."
(so tell me, which one is delusional: the stock market or the government's debt solution?)
".....the market has moved on to the other data,...."
(obviously, the real data) ...."which has taken a significant turn for the worse,' said Ryan Detrick, senior technical strategist with Schaeffer's Investment Research......
The Dow also finished below the psychologically important 12,000-point mark.

Did I say I wasn't going to talk about the National Debt?
It just seems, as if, I was talking about it.  I was really talking about the health and well being of our children by how well they will mutate into the financial structure of the government.
 
Life would be full of paradoxes, if it existed.