The Occupation of Venezuela

"Guaido has grown so much politically they haven't been able to touch him," the assertions English language media  asserts about stature

Things are moving too slowly for any hope on my part that mobility medicine can mitigate what I have had to endure since September of 17. The direct care worker, whose pseudonym he probably cannot reference as the knight from the Arthurian legends, gave me most of the day off, but for all that, making an effort to cut down on Twitter interaction, discipline is compromised through indigestion due to my bowel and inability to evacuate, as by the time he gets here I am empty and when he’s ready to clock out, it is too late, is only just getting in 3 o’clock Monday, his automotive issues taking a toll on the month. I have not moved the goal post further along toward developing new editorial relationships, though I have started a back burner story about the homosexual drug addict Jevs sent me as a back up when Galahad takes time off. Obamacare, no matter its exchanges and networks, doesn’t change the nature of an hourly wage on Medicaid budgets, and you’ll get drug addicts with criminal records who can get aging tenants evicted for being extreme homosexuals with criminal records. Eviction from a public housing building such as Riverside might leave me overjoyed if it was the result of my own actions, but if it came about as the result of an extreme queer (even Galahad recoils from this man, and Galahad is an inner city minority resident),  this is something else again, and would give me ample cause of action to sue Trudy Richardson, the building manager who no more believes in civil liberties than she would that the legends of St. Nicholas has legs, but be heartened. Apathy has triumphed over my visions of treating Trudy like one of Daryl’s head shots from the Walking Dead, which relates directly to the fact that Galahad resents the fact I’m not grateful for him. Why should I be? He isn’t indispensable, and I cannot push him to help me regain strength. His time off, though earned, is primarily arbitrary. Jevs doesn’t have standards in place to be mindful about giving these individuals required down time such as I’d receive. He is frustrated with this lack of gratitude. These flare ups take their toll, the vituperations in a sphincter which exudes a furnaced laxity so domineering that a younger undergraduate took the Shakespearean’s request to write a poem about her name literately and wrote an anagram about her identity being flushed into the sewage system. “It’s it’s—” stuttered the then voluble Jerry McGuire, with his ham fisted strength yet young, at the time, less good looking, than the now imploded Luke Perry. Magee Rehabilitation, its first keystone inscribed the same year as Jerry’s “it’s it’s,” stumble cadence at a conference table on a Chester campus, is more representative of a healthcare system in crisis as opposed to something worthy of marvel. I’m not post-op; not in recovery. The physical therapists express resistance toward my treatment, the only innovation since my last visit being wall diagrams about surviving a mass shooting, oblong ellipticals in deep red blue color contrasts, with arrows. Perhaps soiled adult briefs would be a distraction in the face of such an event, burrowing the exuberant celebration of youth, a youth which truly believed in victorious conquest. As one of my literate British followers noted, when you have nothing left to lose, you have nothing left to fear.

Projectionist Tricks With A Gila

"Every year seems the most terrible."-- James Salter via Edward Hirsch, presumably

I followed The Guardian because I believed it was tougher, more hard nosed, than its counterparts stateside. I stopped utilizing The Guardian as a news source after they followed the lead of The New York Times, or vice versa, and began excoriating "whiteness" as an identity crime, which it isn't, and although I was going to link to the late Kate Wilhelm's rebuttal to her husband's story a little further along in this post, anyone who can read this futurist, and deliberately sexist work of fiction objectively, as a predicate for YouTube can see there is nothing here. Those of European descent simply exploit each other with the same Orwellian damnation as any colonial extraction of scarce resources which has led us to the contemporary crisis in Venezuela. Through my research into the crisis I wince at my typographical error in my imprecation to Pope Francis to use his especial back channels to do something to diffuse the situation surrounding the kleptocracy of the late Chavez, but this contributor. Guardiola-Rivera, is at best mystifying in his hyperbolic antagonism toward Juan Guaido. Why would this young engineer not care about the poor in his own country? He is far too young to be an imperialist, or a crony capitalist beholden to oil. I wrote Guido to Francis while he was spelunking with his new brothers, the Ayatollahs, hence my wince. I do not approve of Bergoglio's leadership, and prefer the besieged Benedict's hawkish saber towards the Islamic mindset. His Holiness absorbed my hardness upon his humility by liking a critique I offered, but he isn't going to rescue civilization on proffered dovetails. IIhan Omar is also an enemy of state, and there is nothing I can do about this incredulous fact. Lashing out about her only puts the bit back in my mouth, tenuously vulnerable as I am. But these jacked up assassins attempting to take out Giffords or Scalise, are rather lamentable in application of their target practice, and the next James Hodgkinson needs to realize our enemy from within has a palpable front and center visibility. I understand intellectual disdain for corporate models that become too successful too fast, I grew up in this academic world, but I also came of age on medical socialism, and it has made me as predisposed as Hodgkinson to want to inflict harm, from right to left, not left to right.
I pitched to The Guardian once, some years ago, perhaps tweeting at them about it. I never say never, and will go anywhere for money, but this media outlet keeps its numbers lower than need be through a green lens partisanship which is far too off putting. It makes The National Review look center left.
But then why do I care about South America? Because, as I implored the Holy Father, I grew up with Peron's secret gravesites, and though bloodthirsty for conflict, it isn't at the expense of Latinos who govern predisposed toward mental retardation.