Tuesday, February 3, 2015

Ineffectual Inoculations against den mothers like Nancy Salandra

Zhang Fan and Lyu, another member of the group, called the victim an "evil spirit," before Zhang bludgeoned her head with a chair, then jumped on her and trampled her head, --a Beijing correspondent

That mammalian progeny imitate their elders should not create a cultural dissonance, but fame seems to lend itself to surreal gawking in the face of tragedy. If Whitney Houston OD'd herself in bubble bath, it seems par for the course that daughter Bobbi would follow suit, in a similar vein to Chris Farley following John Candy in their mutually respective spirals of self-destruction, which is why I've given the event the 15 minute news cycle attention. We tend to believe that success, which may be generated by celebrity, or create the celebrity, generates happiness, but those in the recognition game have to develop complex coping strategisms, or not, factoring in those troublesome issues related to ethnicity and its norms.

I thought I read, in the news items on Bobbi, that she found her mother in 2012, but don't expect me to verify this. I saw the consequences of my mother's third suicide attempt, sitting on my knees as a kid, in a posture my former supervisor would understand, while EMS escorted mother on gurney out the front door. EMS would escort me too: dislocated index finger, my third degree burns from setting hair on fire, a slit chin worked on by a black trauma intern? at Temple Hospital, when I still consulted for deese Stalinists, though their facilities were on city line then.

I had a brambling argument with Nancy at five yesterday. She claimed she did not understand my demand, in this email, for restitution, but of course she wouldn't. She knows perfectly well that Medicaid Waiver administration is red tape smothering Bedlam, and we argued. Liberty doesn't provide attendant care.

Oh really. Back and forth. Did I want a housing list? I don't know what happened. Sue Liberty if that's what you want. Back and forth, the new provider is SHCB (or some similar anachronism, I did not care), back and forth, she is treated like a ferret goddess within the independent living paradigm, and all I heard was a peevish brittle whippet who wanted to know what I wanted if I did not want to reengage intake all over again. Our single payer options are hellish affairs, and this is how outcasts are treated, and I am sure the bureaucrats in Harrisburg are going to fall over themselves giving me full disclosure on Medicaid bidding wars. I do not intend to let it go. I won't. I want better outcomes, less abuse, fewer EEOC lawsuits. I am in my 53rd year and want to seek asylum under Rand Paul's auspices. I want to restore benevolent dictatorship and put myself to sleep, when the time comes; I've never dreamed of my mother's pills.

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