Not so happy with the Houston VA today

It is a tiresome day after the jerk-around-o-rama at the Houston VA. You’d think that with the proposal to freeze VA employees’ salaries along with the rest of federal workers as well as the public’s ire aimed at government employees, that some of the bureaucrats out there at the Michael E. DeBakey VA Hospital would lighten up a bit. But no, there are still plenty of sullen workers out there who doesn’t give a rat’s ass about their jobs. Plus, the VA apparently thinks they can save money by scrimping on specialists by filling those positions with young physicians assistants and residents. Want to see a urologist or an orthopedic surgeon? You might be seeing a PA or a nurse practitioner.

While there are plenty of good people in the Department of Veterans Affairs medical system, one should not believe all the good things they hear about  the VA until they’ve experienced its practice of everyday medicine. I’m afraid that certainly goes for the DeBakey VA Hospital in Houston.

A good idea for veterans that could be made even better

Each year it seems that more and more businesses are honoring for Veterans Day those who serve or have served in the U.S. military. Several years ago active duty service members and veterans could go into only a couple of places such as Golden Corral and get a free meal. Now the numbers of places offering free or discounted goods or meals have expanded.

Just a short while ago I received an e-mail from Chili’s which is offering some free entrees to veterans and those who currently serve to make up “for all those MREs,” or Meals Ready to Eat.

“Come in Thursday, November 11, and get your free choice of one of six great entrees, none of which are served in vacuum-sealed plastic bags, or even require hydration! You’ve served your country. Now we look forward to serving you!”

It’s a pretty sharp marketing tool as well as a sentiment that I am sure will bring a few chuckles. It must be said, though, that while we didn’t have MREs when I served, I did eventually go through a box of them given to me by the Texas National Guard during Hurricane Rita. I found a lot of the MREs pretty good groceries, though I can see how eating them day-after-day would be a major pain.

Chili’s joins those who this year say thanks to those who serve:

Thanks to Bobbi Gruner, Michael E. DeBakey Veterans Hospital, Houston, public affairs officer, for the bulleted info.

I have to add that while I am grateful that all of these businesses and entities are showing their appreciation for military and ex-military, I really commend Home Depot for their discounts every day for veterans and active duty personnel that were once reserved for special holidays. I think these discounts and freebies are a  bandwagon that more businesses should climb upon.  It’s not like asking the local Chevy day to give vets a free Vette! Although if they want to give me one I will be happy to give them my phone number.

It might take a city council meeting or two but how much is a city going to lose to let their veterans ride free on the local bus or subway on Veterans Day? Some companies offer so-called “Veterans Discount” but it is something you have to pay for before you can receive.

Companies and government aren’t the only ones who could show their love for military and veterans a little more on Veterans Day. I have suggested this here before but I will do it again. If you see a military man or someone you know who is a veteran, offer to  pay for their meal, or just do it!

At the very least, say “thank you” to veterans and military folks, either those you know or even those you don’t. They deserve it. Oh, and I am not saying that just because I am a veteran. Certainly many did much more than I ever thought about doing in the service. I just served and am glad I did. An early “Happy Veterans Day” expression from “Double-Nickle Dick” of EFD.

A bloodless coup for suckers. Time to call the plumber.

Shellac to have a nickel? Shellac to have a dime?

The word of the day, boys and girls, is “shellac.” Even the president says that his Democratic party took a “shellacking” in Tuesday’s general elections. It wasn’t because voters had an unabiding affection for the Grand Old Party. Perhaps it is closer to the description written by John Dickerson of Slate, saying that the election was not so much a victory as it was voters throwing their hands up in the air.

But what are voters so pissed off at? Is it big government? Is it the deficit? Is the taxes raised by Obama? To begin to answer these questions, one must ask: Do you go to bed at night worrying about big government? Ditto the deficit. I bet it keeps millions up all night long. And the taxes. What taxes?

Welcome to America — Land of the All-Day Sucker!

The candidates selected Tuesday elevate the electorate from All-Day Sucker to All-Term Sucker.

This election has probably been the greatest propaganda job since Dr. Joe Goebbels and Kristallnacht. It started with the 24/7 saturation of anti-health care reform commercials on cable. Of course, you have the conservative talk machine on radio and Fox News as a wholly-owned subsidiary of the Republican Party. The Tea Party was invented and the national media jumped on it like stink on s**t. The national news media had a ready-made drama and since they don’t like searching for the real Mr. Bigs of the operation they have plenty of Mr. Littles. The nuts, who mostly and thankfully weren’t elected, were just what the media needed for the Miracle Whip on top.

Hyperbole was the watchword of the day this mid-term election. And drama. News can no longer be explaining policy, it’s the drama that’s important. The public wants to know if Paris Hilton went panty-less last night so they also require something that will keep them entertained, but mostly worry, worry about politics. The national media chases the drama. Their suits chase the money. Oh my God, so much money, that the candidates spend on TV ads. Except at the local level, you hardly ever see a “My name is Joe Schmoe, I have done this and now I want to do that. My name is Joe Schmoe and I approve of this message.” Instead, you see a story that looks like it is real and may have some basis in reality, but is played by actors on the commercial, which is paid for by some entity of which you’ve never heard called “Americans for Growing a Sound and Sane Government.”

The voters have been suckered, ladies and gentlemen. Once again, Charlie Brown fell on his butt trying to kick the elusive football held by Lucy. You think you’d learn.

A good many voters were convinced Obama’s health care plan was heavy-handed or would change their current insurance plans, which continue to rip their customers off left and right. Others may have liked parts of the plan but were leery about how it was to be implemented.

Big money, big business, the  U.S. Chamber of Commerce, who now seeks to rule America, seized upon the unhappiness with so-called “Obamacare.” It didn’t help, of course, that the recovery from the greatest economic panic since the Great Depression was way too slow for the Americans who expect everything to be done yesterday. The powers that be, along with Goebbels’ own modern-day ideological ancestors, made the concerns and fear into their own little Holy War. “I want my country back,” says Clueless McEuless. Uh oh, where’d it go. Where’d they put my country?

This all sounds like a lot of paranoia, I know. Rightfully so. I can’t confirm all that is going on behind the scenes among the folks who engineered what in some countries might be called a “bloodless coup.”

Maybe it is paranoia but unlike those people who don’t sit up all night worrying about the deficit or big government, I have to sit up at night worrying if this Congress will try to take away my Veterans health care or at least put it in the hands of some Third-w0rld country. Am I ever going to see that damn orthopedic specialist or am I just supposed to walk around until my knee melts into a big lump o’ protoplasm?  I also worry whether those  who made threats of shutting down the government will do so, which will really make me stay up nights, wondering if the government will pay what they owe me or will my creditors run roughshod over me?

There is really nothing I can do about it now. Obviously, the politicians will not listen to me. People like my congressman for the last four or five years, Rep. Ted Poe,  surely aren’t listening. Our governor sure as Hell won’t listen, but he’ll probably run for president in 2012. Good Hair for President! Maybe a Moose Lady Sarah Palin–Good Hair Rick ticket. That would be perfect. The reality is that with Republicans in charge of our state government and the U.S. House, I am pretty much disenfranchised, in all but certain matters which require the assent of the Senate.

The onus is on you my friends. That is “onus” with an “o” an not with an “a.” You are the ones who wanted to “throw the bums out.” So you have to do your part to participate in government, or else, the government goes down stinking (yes, I said “stinking” and not “sinking” although I could see both terms applicable.) Save us from the big bad, government my opposition friends. Save us from ourselves.

Oh, and when you wake up some day and see what a mess that has been made by the bozos you elected, don’t despair. We all make mistakes. Some only cost us dollars. Others cost us dignity. Still others, like some folks who recently departed after almost a decade, cost us lives. It’s your problem now. It’s your time to call the plumber.

Camo camo everywhere and not a place to hide

Camouflage has long been a popular item in the world. Animals use their natural colors and patterns to blend in to keep from getting blasted from a hunter who is dressed in camouflage to keep from being seen by the animals they are a’ blastin’. Of course, the military has long used camo to keep from getting whole armies blasted by whole other armies wearing camo. Seems like a lot of blasting is associated with camo.

Of course, camo has become a fashion statement over the past number of years. It seems it is something the chic and the redneck have in common. There are all sorts of camo clothing — camo bikini tops and bottoms, camo prom dresses and tuxes. It isn’t limited to people. There is various camo wear for that special dog in your life, cars, trucks and SUVs can be found in different camo patterns and of course, your favorite deer stand.

I thought I had seen it all in camo until today while driving down a country road in nearby Hardin County near the Big Thicket National Preserve. Just past a field of donkeys or jackasses or whatever they were I spotted a mobile home with a forest-type camo pattern. Parked next to the mobile home was about the reddest, uncamouflaged pickup truck I have ever seen with tires that seemed as if they were my height — I am just a 1/2 inch short of six feet not accounting for surgery on my neck which may have taken off an inch or so — that made the top of the pickup cab seem as if it was about as tall as the trailer house.

Trailer houses are what we folks from East Texas used to call mobile homes before companies started calling them “manufactured homes.” Yeah, they’s manufactured all right. They’s manufactured like a trailer house. I am not being snooty or anything here, believe me. I lived in a trailer house one time, right by a railroad track that ran through the woods so that when a thunderstorm came up at the same time a train went by you didn’t know whether it was the SP freight train or a F-3 tornado.

Back to camouflage, it’s now in every color imaginable. Camoclothingonline.com has got your traditional woodland camo patterns, city camo (which I don’t understand at all,) sky blue, stinger yellow, desert camo, ultra violet, OD, pink and a few more.

The best gag gift I have seen comes from Stupid.com.  They’ve got Camo golf balls. “Bring the frustration back to your golf game,” their ad says. That is just pure fun, unlike the stupidity of the new “shipboard” camo found with the new Navy Working Uniform. The NWUs, as they are assigned with an acronym, are basically the same as the Army and Marine Corps working uniforms, BDUs in the ARMY and MARPATs in the Marines, only with blue camo. That camo is supposed to hide stains and blend in with colors on shipboard as well as utilize the traditional Navy blue, according to a Wikipedia article. That’s probably the best explanation I’ve heard so far. Although I think the Army BDU is a very functional, and not a bad looking combat utility uniform, I think it has no place on a sailor.

Even the blue jumpers with the rolled collars which I used to wear for working uniforms in the 70s look better for a sailor than does something making them look like GI Joe. That is, unless of course, they are in a combat situation that calls for the NWU and camo, such as in Iraq or Afghanistan. And while we’re on the subject, and I know I have probably covered this here somewhere before, but the Navy Service Uniform is just hideous. No more Winter Blues or Summer Whites. The Winter Blues were really a black shirt and black pants but I thought they were a sharp looking. The summer whites were a pain to wear for more than a special occasion during the summer like a change of command, but they also looked pretty snazzy. The new uniform combines the two, I guess to save money, and makes sailors look more like Marines. That shouldn’t be, you know, because of the relationship between the Navy and Marines. The Marines are a corps, which is part of the Navy. It isn’t the other way around. Not saying anything. That’s just the way it is.

Well, I glad I got that off of my chest, especially since I cannot foresee myself ever getting back into any kind of Navy or other military uniform. I am sure the young sailors who actually do the work these days have their own feelings. This is just what a Navy veteran says and I doubt my opinion counts much in the Pentagon, the Octagon or even the Trapezoid.

The camo trailer house though, that was something pretty unusual to see even for Southeast Texas.

Kudos, xylocaine, xylophone and far out, man

When I clicked over to this page I noticed the new photo and, what I call from my newspaper days, “flag” sitting at the top. This work was all accomplished by our IT Director Tokyo Paul in Tokyo. Give it up for Paul, he did a great job and I’m thinking of promoting him to Vice President for Technical Shit. I should have learned more about Word Press when I moved to it from Blogger. I eventually will.

Meanwhile, I got a shot in my knee today. It was Xylocaine which I think will eventually make me break into a music store and steal a xylophone that I will then start playing on downtown street corners for all kinds of cash money.

“Momma, did you see that man with the bloody Band Aid on his knee playing that xylophone?”

“Shut up, boy. Just keep on walking.”

When my primary care provider a.k.a. physician’s assistant gave me a shot, I started bleeding like a stuck pig beating a rented mule, to wildly mix my metaphors. It was like she hit a vein or something. Oh well, the knee does feel better. That was about all they could do for me at the VA since the PA said they wouldn’t let them order a MRI and the X-ray machine was broken. 10-4? PDQ. A lot of good an X-ray machine does when it’s broken.

Finally, one  of my favorite nut job GOP senatorial candidates, Sharron Angle, is apparently backtracking after calling the BP escrow fund to clean up the Gulf oil spill a “slush fund.” Damn, I wonder if the Republicans will have the ability to use their eyelids again after all that winking once the November election is over. We all know the Joe Barton comment was not an off-the-cuff remark. Why in the f**k is the media treating the whole matter like only Joe Barton feels the administration is shaking down BP? It’s crazy. “Way out, far out, man,” as first President George Bush once said about Al Gore.