Location, Location, Location

I can't for the life of me figure out why in the hell people chose to live in the path of obvious and imminent natural disasters.

Lets start with those barefoot maniacs who always chose to build their entire civilization at the base of a fucking Volcano. Look... Volcano's erupt. That's what they do. And when they do erupt, they spew millions upon millions upon millions of gallons of molten Magma down the side and it continues outward until it only stops at the cold waters of the Ocean devastating as it goes and encasing every living thing in a stony grave.

This is not News.

This has been going on since the beginning of TIME.

The problem is... people are STILL building their bone-nosed civilizations at the base of active Volcano's.

Why?

Because they are Numbskull's driven by "tradition" and they hold beauty over sensibility.

Take California. . . its known for its natural disasters, such as massive mudslides and devastating earthquakes... yet almost 37 Million nitwits live there... some Right on the biggest fault-line in America. Yet somehow, they are always shocked and bewildered when a major Earthquake strikes and buildings collapse and hundreds or even thousands of people are killed and or injured!

And then here you have these huge cliffs that have massive mudslides of millions of tons of churning Earth that break free and go grinding down the hillside, destroying everything in its path... So lets build some multi-million dollar houses that literally HANG off the side of these cliffs. Its only a matter of time before everything you own is in a shitty pile at the bottom of a cavernous hole in the ground.

And THAT'S if your lucky and you survive the whole stupid ordeal.

Because its not a matter of IF, people... its a matter of WHEN.

Tornado's rip apart the middle of America Every Year and as soon as the carnage and destruction is over... they rebuild. Right in the same fucking place. They call it "Tornado Ally" and their cool with that. These towns have giant warning systems in place that warn the townspeople of oncoming twisters so they can have enough time to duck and cover underground.

Here's a warning for you. TORNADO'S ARE COMING! That's what they do! So either live somewhere where there isn't a constant gay-parade of death and destruction or start building your houses UNDERGROUND!

Look... If you were looking to move into a new house and you found a nice little deal on the corner of Murder Avenue and Arson street and you looked around the neighborhood and all the other houses in that area either had been burnt to the ground or were wardened off with miles of yellow Police tape and blood-soaked chalk outlines. . . wouldn't you think twice?

Probably not... dumbass.

When Hurricane Katrina blasted through New Orleans, people looked upon it as an Act of God... a disaster that couldn't have been stopped. Except for the fact that it ALL could have been avoided if people had just been smart enough NOT to live There!

Some areas of New Orleans were built 27 feet BELOW sea level! The only thing keeping back the ravages of the death-inducing Ocean were a few shoddy levee's built decades ago by the lowest possible bidders. You live in a fucking FISH BOWL with a crack in it assholes! MOVE!

And then afterwards, everyone was like "Oh, what a horrible thing... those poor people."

So the Government swoops in and rounds everybody up and stuffs them into a Super-Dome Stadium and only gives them provisions for half to survive on.

Welcome to THUNDERDOME bitches... now, guess what? You have just entered the Government's very own personal reality show. The first person to collect a hundred pair of dry Nike's wins a Non-Leathal shotgun slug to the face! Go!

New Orleans turned into a Warzone sprinkled with zombie overtones within days of Katrina. Showing that people CAN come together to help each other... but usually only after they've got their fill of Looting. Water? Bitches need FuBu!

Forrest fires, Blizzards, Earthquakes, Floods, Hurricanes, Tornado's, Locusts, Avalanches, Sand-storms, Volcano's, Tsunamis... everywhere you go there is something that can kill you! I understand that Mother Nature is Blond Nordic bitch in a cold Brass Bra with a Chain-Mail Wedgie. . . but God-damn it... don't make it so easy for her to pick you off.

Always remember... location, location, location.

Difference between Socialized and Privatized Hospitals

I have heard quite a bit about Socialized Medical Care in the last few weeks and I would like to give my opinion on the subject matter based solely on my particular dealing with BOTH facility types.

When I was younger I had Medical privileges out at McDill AFB because of my father was killed serving in the Army. I had privileges until I turned 18… after that I was on my own. Since then I have used regular hospitals just like everyone else who is non-military.

I will explain the difference to you between a Government run Medical facility and a Publicly/Privately owned medical facility.

Government Run Hospital:

• They get you in and figure out where you fit in line along the others. Obviously if you have a broken bone and the guy next to you have been shot and there is an infant with a fever of 104 degrees... You clearly go last.
• Once you are in they are very efficient and quite thorough because they want to get you taken care of and get you well as quickly as possible because they DONT WANT YOU TO COME BACK. They have better things to do.
• You will usually see one nurse and one doctor unless something very out of the ordinary is wrong with you.
• You are told NOT to come back unless your situation worsens.
• You are given all medicines, braces, bandages or whatever it is that you need to get better BEFORE you leave the Hospital.

Public/Private Run Hospital:

• You go in and wait for four hours while people with hangnails and the sniffles get to go ahead of you while you sit in a puddle of your own blood and vomit.
• When you finally do get ushered into a room, you are left there for another eight hours until a doctor comes back from golfing.
• Once you are finally seen by a doctor he sets up 25 tests to make sure you aren't allergic to cotton so they are given the go ahead to open that $99 bottle of Tylenol.
• Meanwhile, five more doctors stop by your room just to say hi and take a look at your chart, don't worry they will all charge you for a "Doctors Visit".
• They will then decide that you need something that you are going to have to wait on a specialized doctor to perform... but alas, he is out of town right now, so you will have to wait for his return.
• While you are there they serve you the worst food imaginable and keep you in agony waiting for nurse shift changes so that you can get the medicine you need.
• If you piss your bed or accidentally rip the I.V. out of your arm, don't worry, a nurse will be along in 5 or 6 hours at which time they will say that they aren’t prepared for that type of job and that they will have to go find another nurse that is proficient in that particular job. You will never see her again.
• After the Doctor finally shows up and takes care of you over a sporadic series of visits, they will decide that they need to keep you overnight just one more night for observation.
• The doctors will schedule you for a return visit to check up on your ailment.
• Once you are finally released, you can then head over to the pharmacist to pick up your medicine or what-have-you. You will have to wait at least an hour. Whatever isn’t covered by your medical insurance comes out of your own pocket.
• A few weeks later you will receive a bill from the Hospital, complete with an itemized list of all amenities you have obtained during your stay. I’m talking thousands of dollars at the very least.

You see… when your time is a problem of the Governments they want you in and out a fast as possible with as little muss or fuss as possible so that they can get on to the next guy.

Privately owned hospitals on the other hand see you as a cash-cow and want to squeeze every possible cent they can out of you and your Insurance company. Your insurance company will do everything in their power to deny you any benefits they can to save themselves money. It is after all… a business.

What needs to be done is to combine the two into one New Entity. We need the efficiency and sense of urgency of the Government run military style hospitals combined with the special services of the privately owned hospitals. Military doctors do what they do because they want to help people. Most private doctors do what they do because of the money. So I say, pay the doctors accordingly to how well and how efficiently and how thoroughly they help their patients.

And for God’s sake… whatever happens, whichever system we decide on… we NEED to make sure the doctors are dressing professionally… because I don’t trust a doctor wearing ,Nike Air’s, sweat pants and a scrubs shirt with fucking Yoda’s and shit on it. When a doctor comes in to tell me if I’m going to live or die… I want to see a fucking tie.

And please, PLEASE bring back the old Nurses Uniform. Nothing depresses me more than a nurse in Smurf scrubs and orange Croc’s. I want the tight white shirt and the short white skirt with the pantyhose with the little black seam that runs up the back of the leg. I even love the weird little hat.

Mmmm. I think I’m feeling a bit peckish.