Kill The Veterans Administration
Give All The Funding Directly To The Veteran—NOT The Monster Government
(This post has been edited 3/12, 03:40hrs I’ll be allowing chat posts for subscribed-humans in the near future.)
The Criminally Corrupt Veterans Administration
The first time I accessed the Veteran Administration I was on Active Duty in Brooklyn, New York at a very small Army base called Fort Hamilton, which I’m not sure even exists anymore. But shortly after arrival, late 1980’s, I was experiencing severe jaw, head and neck pain from impacted wisdoms—four teeth trying to surface, but were lodged underneath healthy molars pushing on the nerves. The pain was intense-maddening, made worse by the fact it took several weeks for my command to take me serious—enter the “maddening” part. It was typical, and from what I understand, still typical for Army leadership to dismiss or discredit a soldier’s complaints, treating them as if they are too weak and deserving of ridicule or simply lazy and just trying to get out of duty. But I really loved the work, being a medic, minus the busy nonsense in between regular duties, such as “police call,” which is military language for “picking up bits and pieces of trash and cigarette butts” around the base. And yes, all soldiers hate it, especially if the NCO (non commissioned officer) walks behind you smoking and discarding burning cigarettes on the ground you just policed. Worse yet, if he then punishes subordinates afterwards for incompetence; dereliction of duty for missing the trash he just emptied out of his pockets for an excuse to punish unsuspecting soldiers. Fuck me, the games some played to prove their power and authority was sooo absurd at times, especially when the higher ranking officers allowed for it. But if you were already in pain, say for instance, needing dental care for impacted wisdoms, absurdity was certain to turn maddening, oftentimes to an extreme. But not as maddening as finally getting treatment at a local Veterans Administration hospital because the Army base you were assigned to didn’t have the facilities to accommodate for the care. I required surgery with boarder-line general anesthesia, so the Army sent me to a VA dental clinic just a few minutes away in New Jersey. To say that it was a horrific experience is an understatement, and I don’t mean just the teeth extractions, the infections and pain I suffered following surgery.
Walking through the front door of the VA hospital was unreal. I couldn’t believe this was a Hospital, let alone a Veterans Facility. Disabled, homeless veterans were walking about outside, some laying on the ground, and several appeared to be in a daze, like zombies, mumbling and staggering, and the veteran-patients inside the hospital were no different.
Before going to my appointment, I needed to stop to use a bathroom, which only intensified my fears. One veteran was laying on the floor covered in shit and piss, and still to this day I could swear he might have been dead, but I didn’t wish to disturb him for fear of conflict and delaying my appointment, which I would be punished for if canceled and needed to reschedule. I know, very fucking sad, but I couldn’t believe those in charge were unaware of this veteran, dead or alive; that it’s just the way it was. (You get that kind of explanation a lot when it comes to many agencies and offices of the Federal Government; “that’s just the way it is,” nonsense.) The smell was horrible, and I had to step over him almost slipping on a puddle as I struggled to hold my breath in front of a dirty urinal. I remember thinking how glad I was that I didn’t have to use the toilet, and no, I didn’t even flush the urinal or even think of washing my hands afterwards. Exiting into the hallway, almost ready to puke, I was still holding my breath, shaking, not from the smell or the body on the floor, but the thought that I was about to have complicated oral surgery in this horrible place.
Eventually, lost among almost inhuman patients and dismissive, angry-faced staff, who I refused to get directions from, I finally found the dental clinic. Surprisingly, the clinic was clean and pleasant—as pleasant as a creepy dentist’s office can be, I suppose. In comparison to the latrine and hallways of the rest of the VA, it was in fact, very pleasant. It was almost like I walked through one of those doors in the movie The Matrix. It was a completely different world. The small patient’s lobby was very clean, no bad odors and the staff was very polite, and the same goes for my semi-incompetent dental surgeon. After he finally got the IV started, three of four attempts later, I was out cold and finally free of anxiety and fear. I don’t recall how long the surgery took or even waking up. My only recollection was standing outside the hospital waiting for my ride back to base. “Bloody Hell,” (a phrase I still use all day every day to this very day, especially when writing), I was so happy (probably from the meds) to be back on base—back to the garrison-SUK of the U.S. Army. The rest of this story continues in another book I’m writing called, “Hell on Earth: the Veterans Administration,” a true story horror novel of veterans making use of the VA after active duty discharge. This article, however, is more about appealing to The People to End the Veterans Administration as a health care option for veterans, and to convert the entire VA system into a much more simple process so veterans can be totally free to save themselves, rather than never be saved by bureaucratic whores of the current corrupt system. So instead of being suffered by-way-of a gluttonous government agency, I’m designing and insisting on radical changes; a much more simple system without employees, at all, other than the technicians to maintain the computer system itself.
Let’s be perfectly honest: The VA as we know it today and those trapping Veterans to it must be destroyed and the system completely converted into a much more simple process; a VA system that takes in fair-trade tax money to then fairly divide those resources directly among the Veterans—without the discriminating processes; without the bullshit of the current succubus bureaucracy; without the profits for the pharmaceutical companies; and without the abuse of elected officials using Veterans and the VA system as wedge tools to get elected.
What is a Veteran?
The term “Veteran” or “Veteran Soldier” is the title given to what’s left of a living person who has served, sacrificed or been sacrificed for his country after active duty, to then be turned into a different type of sacrificial person I generically call a “Human Lab Rat,” with preexisting conditions and almost always turned down for health care by most insurance companies. We veterans have little or no choice for what I would consider human health care or health care options after active service, just the bloody Veteran’s Administration—if you’re so unlucky to get whatever that miserable organization calls health care.
Look, I know some of you are committed, forever lost brainwashed sheep, so I’m not going to try to speak for all veterans, especially the diehard loyalists who just love lots of government bureaucracy, like Matrix slaves (yes, I do use The Matrix often when describing today’s mezzed humans) but I do believe most veterans do not have this sentiment or crazy-commitment to more government as a solution. But those who do like the VA, to include some doctors and administrators, they haven’t a fucking clue what the term “Health Care” really is, even in the private sector. Take the fraudemic (I mean pandemic), and how people are left to fight the systems, both private and government, after compulsory-bioweapons (I mean vaccinations) that have gone so intentionally-wrong (I mean accidentally fucked up). And still these loons are committed to death to the pyramid monsters. Can you sense the boiling blood spraying from my fucking eyes sockets already?
I’m sick and tired of the talking heads of government telling us, the veterans, that “we need them.” We don’t need them, at all! We need our freedom, the freedom none of us ever get, from active soldier to the barely alive veteran-civilian, no matter how many fraudulent police actions or wars we were conned into and forced to sacrifice everything for—and still, we are Not Free.
Let me just say this in conclusion: If I end up running for an executive position in my government and win the election, I plan to prosecute and imprison the son of a bitch I replace after recalling him/her to answer charges of Treason and Crimes Against Humanity, I fucking swear it, so help me all the Gods of the Multiverse.
In an article coming up next week, “Soldiers and Veterans Are Professional Lab Rats” I’ll be continuing this argument in an effort to free both the active soldier and veteran from all compulsory war and medical experimentation, especially those at Ft. Detrick. I know most active soldiers, in spite of deployment or mission, and veterans worldwide, are struggling and suffering unnecessarily, and I hear you and think about you all day every day. So Hear Me: I’m committed to making sure every single one of you are compensated, and then some. I will never abandon or give up on you, ever, for as long as I live. I swear! Peace, conscientious objectors!
Upcoming Articles:
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~ Soldiers And Veterans Are Professional Lab Rats
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~ Moles & Trolls
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FYI: I’ve edited this post about eight times for simple corrections over the past two days, but it’s not so simple for me. One of my most difficult incapabilities (the monsters will call it “disabilities”to put me in my place—think “break room” like the Apple series Severance) is a complicated variation of dyslexia. It was worse as a child, but still I cannot not see correctly b’s and d’s, and that’s just the short explanation of a very long list of difficulties. I can often see it in my head, but not see it or allow for translation as I write, like I’m always way ahead of what I’m writing and cannot catch up, and I cannot explain it so it makes sense to nOrMaL people. I took typing in high school, which makes it easier, but still it’s an ongoing issue. Also, I can see in my head words, like the spelling of the country Puerto Rico(edited 3/13), but just as I type it I’m still not sure I can really see it or know for sure it’s correct. Why don’t all spell-check e-dictionaries allow for phonetic-written spell check with several given choices and their definitions? It may be available, but I’m not aware. Anyway, jsut to let you knwo, I’m still working on the problem still in my old-bastard days, and it has never held me back, just the bloody system.