Wednesday, July 19, 2017

Nonplussed Sunsets, McCain's Blood Clot over Osha Regulators

"When I was a little kid, I had a problem with God," David Carradine, Endless Highway, location 1


The Newshour itself belies Paul Krugman's righteousness when it runs stories about the naval yard worker who got his skull crushed in by the very piece of equipment of which he complained, because here we have yet another mode of horrifying existence, a human named John Williams operating on one half of a hemisphere, past any age beyond viable recovery, whose care takes away from the more functional who are no longer welcome contributors to recruiters. I am not a regular reader of Krugman, and do not know what all his bullet points are on tax and spend, and I am capable of distinguishing between his advocacy of rationed systems as not being responsible for the corruption embedded within them, while still being angered by the fact that he blinds himself to the suffering beneath these compliance models, the video footage of Williams horrific countenance just more gawker shock, the kind of modern peeping tom recoil, which, if run on PBS, or investigated by Politico, is a secular hagiography, similar to this Mephistophelian waltz over McCain's decline. It is not my business to tell eligible voters in Arizona to relinquish their maverick, but how is it this on which we hang our hats?  VT Halter is not the villain simply due to the fact that heavy metal construction is dangerous. Risk is a fact of life, and if American workers can't accept it, then walk away. What is it we expect, that civilian regulators can snap their fingers and eliminate hazard? But when harmless if overzealous tweeters like Sherry Willoughby post about blackheads and human hyper parasitic issues, they get suspended by social media administrators for spam. Normally, I stop following people like Sherry, but left him in peace in case he came up with something useful. I am the one who should be banned. Sherry just wanted attention. I want to overthrow government and restore some form of retrenchment, but because I am a battered invalid, one whose ethics have been repeatedly trampled, I'm given latitude, at least until I initiate my plan to agitate. I cannot yet discuss this in detail, as the agrarian neanderthals Trudy and Debra, with their slovenly minority postures, are capable of adducing my intentions. It isn't that I'm not sorry for Williams wife. We're all capable of commiseration, but yes, defense capability is more important than surviving a graphic injury which in any normal parameters, we shouldn't. I'm the spastic outcast forcing herself on the energies of a dynamic libertarian youth, a spastic outcast fully versed in institutional hells, despite all the regimentation we deploy, and my first instinct is to cry for legal euthanasia for cases like these, not that I know enough. Perhaps he is partially cognizant, and we'll all foot the bill for his cranial reconstruction.

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