Primary Frustration

Am I the only one who’s pissed that the primary is all set and done before it even reaches my state? A good half of the country (probably more; I didn’t bother to do the math) should feel disenfranchised as voters right about now. Democracy my fucking ass. Last time around I changed my party affiliation from Independent to Democrat, and wouldn’t you know, my guy dropped out before “super” Tuesday because he was hopelessly outspent by Barack & Hillary. Imagine if the general election were to be held over a period of six months. What a fucking joke.

So now we got the choice between Willard and Barack. What’s the difference? One straps dogs to the roof of his car and the other has funny ears. Skin tone is about the same.

Don’t kid yourself. America is about as democratic as Sudan. We live in a two-party dictatorship owned and paid for by corporations.

A Spoonful Of Suger Doesn’t Help The Coffee Go Down

I don’t like sugar in my coffee. I think sugar in coffee is an abomination. I don’t trust people who like sugar in their coffee. I really fucking hate it when they put sugar in my coffee at Dunkin’ Donuts when I clearly, loudly and with perfect enunciation and diction declare that I DO NOT WANT SUGAR IN MY GODDAMN FUCKING COFFEE!

Redirecting Motherfuckers

I just noticed that some of the ads being served on OGNDY through Clicksor are redirecting away from the site. This is cocksuckery of the first and worst degree. I have notified Clicksor of the fraudulent activity and disabled the ads for now. My sincerest apologies to my loyal readers. If necessary I will forfeit the $0.27 I have so far in earnings from the Clicksor ads. That’s how serious I am about this.

Fuck Valentine’s Day – I’m In!

I only read the title of this article by Michael Payne  I aggregated from AlterNet.org, but sign me up already, baby. Finally someone who sees things the way I do (and it just had to be an online pinko rag!).

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Fuck Valentine's Day!

Occupy Valentines Day: Celebrate Love, Not Commerce
An Occupy V-Day Tumblr makes the point that it’s wonderful to celebrate love, but it shouldn’t depend on buying certain products for the perfect experience.
February 13, 2012 |

The morally vacant, inexplicably beloved Don Draper memorably said, “What you call love was invented by guys like me, to sell nylons.”

Valentine’s Day, so inextricably tied to commerce, bears this notion out well.

But this Valentine’s Day has been “occupied.” Samhita Mukhopadhyay, executive editor of Feministing, has started the Occupy V-Day Tumblr, whose mission is to show that, “Celebrating love and romance is a wonderful thing, but it shouldn’t depend on buying certain products for the perfect experience…or on your gender, sexuality, race, class status or marital status.”

“Down with couple-talism!” the site commands, and below, a photo of Rachel Maddow leaning against a kitchen counter is accompanied by the following romantic sentiment, “Hey girl, why spend money … when we could spend our time dismantling the romance industrial complex?”

The most pernicious effects of Valentine’s Day, Mukhopadhyay says, occur “through heteronormativity, which assumes male dominance, female subservience, and traditional ideas of courtship.” A big part of the Occupy V Day project is to provide examples of love that defy the straight, white romances that dominate advertising and media. Loving relationships of all kinds are shared and celebrated. One poster will celebrate Valentine’s Day with her 15-year-old cousin. Another bought two of her friends vibrators and Inga Muscio’s book Cunt to “celebrate our gorgeous female friendships and revel in the power of ourselves.”

A woman says of her sister, “I have never known a love like this before.” There’s a quote by The Rumpus’s Emily Rapp celebrating female friendships: “Friendships between women are often the deepest and most profound love stories.” An image of one “platonic girlfriend” kissing another says, “She’s Straight. I’m Queer. Who the fuck cares.” A couple holding hands on a beach say,”Our relationship isn’t perfect. But we have a happy and healthy love. So, why does it matter to you what color we are?” A woman, in bed with her partner, holds a sign that reads, “The best gifts my partner ever gave me were Forgiveness and Unconditional Support of my dreams. (Oh, and all those orgasms.)” Jill Filipovic, of the blog Feministe, bears a sign pointing out, “Love is beautiful. Compulsory heterosexuality + commercialized romance are not.”

Ultimately, the site tries to separate love from the larger cultural and economic forces that have warped and shunted the eternal feeling into a rigid, commercial, politically expedient form.

Mukhopadhyay says, “Less people are getting married than ever, traditional gender roles have shifted, women are making substantial financial gains, gay marriage legislation is passing.” The new meaning of love is, in total, “one of the biggest questions of our generations.”

Proof In Pudding

The proof is in the pudding. NOT! The correct expression is “the proof of the pudding is in the eating”. “The proof is in the pudding” doesn’t even make sense, not in today’s enlightened world. The “pudding” has no inherent, truth-revealing qualities, any more than tea leaves or the viscera of a newly slaughtered goat have.

By eating the pudding, the qualities of the pudding are revealed to us. It’s science. Scientific method. Investigate, observe, experiment, conclude from evidence and facts.  Looking to pudding for proof is superstition. Christopher Hitchens would agree with me.

What The Fudge Is Wrong With Health Care In America?

I’ll tell you what: corporate corruption. There are exactly four players in the game of health care fuckyouover. 1. Doctors/hospitals, i.e. the actual providers of the hands-on health care. 2. Pharmaceutical companies. The corporations that manufacture the medicine that’s supposed to cure you. 3. Insurance companies, the people who pay for most of your health care (if you’re lucky enough to have insurance in the first place). 4. You, the patient.

Here’s the deal, and what makes it so fucked up. Doctors and hospitals make money (profit) when you use their services. There is a financial incentive for them to treat you as much as possible, whether you need it or not. Pharmaceutical companies make money when doctors prescribe drugs to you. There is an unhealthy relationship between doctors and pharma, and a financial incentive for both to make you take as many drugs as possible at the highest possible price for the longest period possible. Insurance companies pay for doctors and drugs. They make money by collecting premiums. There is a financial incentive for insurance companies to hike up the premiums as much as possible and deny you coverage whenever they can get away with it. The patient ends up being fucked over six ways from Sunday.

I’ve been seeing a gastroenterologist, Dr  Jonathan T Simon with Gastroenterology Specialists PC, 22 Westfield Avenue in Ansonia, CT, for some stomach problems I’ve been having lately. The guy is a total douchebag who would rather do conveyor belt colonoscopies than actually listen to his patients and suggest reasonable treatments. He diagnosed me off the bat with irritable bowel syndrome and suggested I eat more fiber. When I asked him if there was a treatment, he rolled his eyes and proclaimed that there “is no silver bullet for IBS”, and that was it.

Of course we set up a follow-up appointment, and when I two months later showed no improvement from his non-treatment (go figure) he gave me a prescription for an antibiotic called Xifaxan (Rifaximin). He let me know that my insurance probably wouldn’t pay for it since it was a bit on the pricey side, and that was it. I could tell you more about Dr Simon, but for now, suffice to say that the guy is a total cocksucker and I would recommend him to my worst enemy.

At the pharmacy they let me know that my insurance actually covered the medication (!) and my co-pay was $40, which, when I tell you the retail price of Xifaxan, isn’t all that bad. Without insurance a ten-day supply of Xifaxan, sixty tablets total, would have cost me $795.99. No matter how you spin it, that’s a FUCKING INDECENT PRICE! I would expect medication in this price range to be made primarily of gold, diamonds and the hymens of newborn girls, and to cure AIDS, Alzheimer’s, cancer AND grow me a new and better penis.

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The proof is in the pudding. I have no idea who Dr Jeffrey Dreznick is. Most likely Johnny the cocksucker Simon's boss.

So I’m guessing you can tell that I’m pissed off at “the best healthcare system in the world”, as republicans refer to it. The free market fixes everything, except it doesn’t. If you’re happy with an industry flourishing off of people’s bad fortune, pain and misery; if you’re comfortable with the indecent inverse proportionality between executive bonus growth and the decline of your health; if you’re happy with a political system where the lobbyists write the laws and you are the least influential and important of the aforementioned four players in the health care game; if you are not offended by the hidden dictatorship of K-Street and the Koch brothers, by all means vote for the Republican candidate in November. Obama is a two-faced douche, but orders of magnitude better than anything the opposition can come up with.

A "wordle" showing how Congress is perceived. Still they get away with it. People must not care that much.

Can I Legally Keep A Baton In My Car For Self Defense In Connecticut?

This the first in an occasional series I’ll call “silly, stupid, contradictory laws that the non-lawyer doesn’t have any chance of understanding”. Beware or you may go to jail for a long time for exercising what you thought was sound judgment.

In Connecticut it’s fairly easy to get a pistol permit. You need to take and pass a firearms safety course. Most gun shops and shooting ranges hold such courses on a regular basis for a reasonable price, and you have to be really retarded not to pass. Once you pass the course you submit your application to local and state police, and if you fulfill certain pre-defined criteria (no discretion allowed by issuing authority) such as you’re twenty-one or older, you’re not crazy, you’re not a convicted felon, you’re not an illegal alien, you will get your permit. It may take a while because government bureaucracy is notoriously slow, but within 2-3 months in most cases you can legally carry a firearm on your person in public, whether it be concealed (concealed carry) or in plain sight (open carry).

But what if I want to carry something less lethal, say some kind of purpose-built stick, or a blunt object to fend of bad guys who want to take your money or rape you? Here is where it gets stupid and silly. I can carry a gun legally, and even legally shoot and kill somebody who wants to do me harm if there is no other course of action available to protect myself. But if I carry a stick I could go to jail, while my daughter’s rapist goes free.

Now I’m not one of those people who think America’s future depends on the right of its citizenry to carry guns. I don’t think society will crumble if certain people aren’t allowed to carry any kind of gun anywhere at any time. I don’t think it’s communism/nazism to have some common-sense rules to back up the 2nd amendment. On election day I consider the candidates’ stands on many things before I cast my vote, and gun rights are, frankly, not at the top of my list. But I simply abhor stupidity. If I can carry a gun (lethal), I should also be allowed to carry a stick, bat, baton, stun gun, mace/pepper spray (all non-lethal) if I so choose. The way the law in Connecticut is written a bear in the woods may potentially sue me if I beat it off with a broken-off tree branch while its trying to get away with my picnic basket. Read and/or weep as you see fit.

2005 Connecticut Code – Sec. 53-206. Carrying of dangerous weapons prohibited.

Sec. 53-206. Carrying of dangerous weapons prohibited. (a) Any person who carries upon his or her person any BB. gun, blackjack, metal or brass knuckles, or any dirk knife, or any switch knife, or any knife having an automatic spring release device by which a blade is released from the handle, having a blade of over one and one-half inches in length, or stiletto, or any knife the edged portion of the blade of which is four inches or over in length, any police baton or nightstick, or any martial arts weapon or electronic defense weapon, as defined in section 53a-3, or any other dangerous or deadly weapon or instrument, shall be fined not more than five hundred dollars or imprisoned not more than three years or both. Whenever any person is found guilty of a violation of this section, any weapon or other instrument within the provisions of this section, found upon the body of such person, shall be forfeited to the municipality wherein such person was apprehended, notwithstanding any failure of the judgment of conviction to expressly impose such forfeiture.

(b) The provisions of this section shall not apply to (1) any officer charged with the preservation of the public peace while engaged in the pursuit of such officer’s official duties; (2) the carrying of a baton or nightstick by a security guard while engaged in the pursuit of such guard’s official duties; (3) the carrying of a knife, the edged portion of the blade of which is four inches or over in length, by (A) any member of the armed forces of the United States, as defined in section 27-103, or any reserve component thereof, or of the armed forces of this state, as defined in section 27-2, when on duty or going to or from duty, (B) any member of any military organization when on parade or when going to or from any place of assembly, (C) any person while transporting such knife as merchandise or for display at an authorized gun or knife show, (D) any person who is found with any such knife concealed upon one’s person while lawfully removing such person’s household goods or effects from one place to another, or from one residence to another, (E) any person while actually and peaceably engaged in carrying any such knife from such person’s place of abode or business to a place or person where or by whom such knife is to be repaired, or while actually and peaceably returning to such person’s place of abode or business with such knife after the same has been repaired, (F) any person holding a valid hunting, fishing or trapping license issued pursuant to chapter 490 or any salt water fisherman carrying such knife for lawful hunting, fishing or trapping activities, or (G) any person while participating in an authorized historic reenactment; (4) the carrying by any person enrolled in or currently attending, or an instructor at, a martial arts school of a martial arts weapon while in a class or at an authorized event or competition or while transporting such weapon to or from such class, event or competition; (5) the carrying of a BB. gun by any person taking part in a supervised event or competition of the Boy Scouts of America or the Girl Scouts of America or in any other authorized event or competition while taking part in such event or competition or while transporting such weapon to or from such event or competition; and (6) the carrying of a BB. gun by any person upon such person’s own property or the property of another person provided such other person has authorized the carrying of such weapon on such property, and the transporting of such weapon to or from such property.

Douchebad Doctors

I fucking hate it when I call a doctor’s office (a mid-sized operation  with several physicians averaging seventy patients/day, Family Health Care Associates in Shelton, CT, to be specific) and I get a machine that says “the office is at lunch” with no further info as to when it might be a good time to try calling again, and then your call is redirected to an answering service. This in the middle of perfectly normal Wednesday.

You would think with the cost of healthcare these days, and with the scrutiny currently being levied on the industry that someone would take a break from picking their noses and scratching their asses long enough to PICK UP THE GODDAMN FUCKING PHONE!

Two thumbs down for Family Health Care Associates in Shelton, Connecticut!

Shit That I Fucking Hate!

  • Old geezers at the gym (I’m talking about the guys old enough to be my father, 70+) prancing around in the locker room naked, bending over sticking their wrinkly asses in my face, taking 10 minutes to shave with their dicks rubbing against the sink, getting dressed, first putting on their socks, then shirt, then the necktie, THEN THEIR FUCKING UNDER PANTS!!! That’s the WRONG FUCKING ORDER DUDE!
  • The idiot who uses the squat rack for curls, then walks across the gym to do ten minutes on the rowing machine, then comes back and is pissed at me because I grabbed the rack for what it’s meant to be used for while he was gone. I told the fucker he could have it back if he could take it from me.
  • The local fire department who blocks off the main road through my town almost every fucking weekend to hold “boot collections” during the busiest shopping hours when everybody is out driving. It’s a traffic hazard, not to mention a fucking nuisance. Begging for money is getting out of control in this country. I realize that every good cause needs funding, but enough’s enough already!
  • Junk mail that looks like official government letters or bills. Borderline fraud if you ask me.
  • Companies who make you jump through hoops before they honor the warranty on a product you paid thousands of dollars for that broke after 3 months.
  • When you click on the link that says “unsubscribe from this mailing list” and the fucking spam continues to fill up your mailbox.
  • Malware, spyware, browser hijackers, viruses etc. If you install something on my computer and I didn’t ask for it it’s just as bad as if you come into my house uninvited, and if I catch you I’ll fucking BREAK YOUR LEGS!
  • Politicians who violate the public’s trust and use their positions for personal gain. Seems like every other Governor these days are either in jail or committing a crime that qualifies for jail. Whatever happened to seeking public office to SERVE and not for PERSONAL POWER? We should never have given up public floggings and tarring and feathering.
  • The elitist attitude of my local NPR affiliate. It’s pretty much the only sane otlet left for reliable broadcast news left to me, but when they do a 15-minute piece about some obscure classical composer that nobody’s heard of and nobody cares about right in the middle of prime news time THEY’RE WASTING MY FUCKING TIME!!!
  • All the commercial radio stations that label themselves as “(insert your state’s name here)’s best classic rock station”, yet they all seem to have the same playlist of about 50 songs on a non-stop rotation. Video didn’t kill the radio star, Clear Channel did.
  • All the products at the super market labeled as being FAT FREE, making people think they are healthy or good for weight loss, but fail to metion that they contain loads of sugar.
  • Fatties who sue McDonald’s because they got fat eating burgers and fries. Gimme a fucking break!
  • Politicians who check the polls and public opinion before forming their own. Whatever happened to LEADERSHIP?
  • Racists, xenophobes, homophobes, bigots of any orientation.
  • People who don’t think for themselves.
  • Self proclaimed experts (any field) who not only think they know everything, but they’re the ONLY ones who do, and anybody who dares disagree with them are idiots.
  • People who try to make themselves look good by making others look bad.
  • I was gonna say that I fucking hate Guidos, but those Youtube videos are really hilarious!
  • Jesus freaks who try to convince me that if I don’t share THEIR values I’m a bad and immoral person.
  • I really fucking hate it when I have to dig around in the protein tub to find the goddam fucking scoop. Fuck that shit!
  • I could go on and on and on and on, but since I hate whiners and complainers I’m gonna stop here.