Adventures In Healthcare

NOTE TO MY READERS: 

When I stated this blog years ago, I hoped to use it to present ideas, thoughts, opinions and a record of goings ons.  It turned out to be MY therapy!  I have written about frustrations, my health and other things in addition to politics, grandchildren, general subjects, travel, etc.  This one is about the week I just experienced after having a biopsy on my transplanted kidney that showed rejection and a relapse of my kidney disease.  I wrote it for myself, simply as a form of therapy. So, yes, this is somewhat self-indulgent.  I am not looking for anyone to feel sorry for me…this is NOT a “Woe is me!”  My Dad had some great lines he would use from time to time.  One of my favorite was “You don’t want sympathy…If you look up sympathy in the dictionary it lies somewhere between sh*t and syphilis and you really don’t want that!”  So, I am not looking for sympathy.  Prayers and good thoughts are always welcome though.  

 Even at 6 AM, the weather is sweltering as I took the dog for a walk.  With an expected heat index of 112 degrees, the only good thing to look forward to on this Monday was knowing that the whole day would be spent indoors in the air conditioner.  The flipside of that was that the whole day would be one of 5 that would be spent at the Miami Transplant Institute Clinic of Jackson Memorial Hospital in Miami.  

Leaving the house by 6:15 assures that the trip should take just about an hour.  Wait any longer and it could take 2 hours in the rush hour traffic in Ft. lauderdale and Miami.  So, although the first appointment wasn’t  until 7:45, we arrived at 7:15.  Looking around the waiting room, I quickly calculated somewhere between 50- 70 people waiting,  After checking in, the wait begins to be registered by one of the clerks so that the day can begin.  It seems that it doesn’t matter that the lab appointment was for 7:45 and the treatment was scheduled for 8:00.  This train doesn’t keep to schedule!  Finally at about 8:30, my name was called and I got the coveted paper ID bracelet and at about 9:00 was called for labs.

Then the fun began!  The phlebotomist poked me so hard the vein ruptured and my arm is black!  However, we commenced with the infusions and the nurses and all in that room are as nice and efficient as can be, Surprise!!  Beginning with 500 mg of steroids, followed by 50 mg of Benadryl, which usually makes me drowsy enough to fall asleep.  But because of the steroids, I was wired. Then we began the 6.5 hour infusion of Thymoglobulin.  All designed to stop rejection of my transplanted kidney.  We finished at about 5:30. just in time for Miami traffic! That is when I decided not to make the daily drive and reserved a hotel next to the clinic!

This is the second time my original disease, PGNMID has returned to my transplanted kidney,  So, we are repeating the protocol that worked about 2 years ago.  A week of infusions in Miami of heavy duty steroids and thymoglobulin to stop the rejection followed by 8 more weeks of once a week infusions that I wrote about in “8 Blogs in 8 Weeks.”

After a toss and turn sleep, day 2 started at 5:30 AM and I left the house at 6:15 again.  I was called by the infusion nurse to do vitals but she said that I had to do labs first.  Of course, my crack coordinator didn’t put in orders for the labs and it was more waiting while I made phone calls to try to get it rectified,  Because of the nature of the infusions, labs are required before each session,  Right hand not knowing what the left hand is doing!

After some research, I found that Jackson Memorial Hospital does more transplants than any other facility in the country.  They average over 500 kidney transplants a year, That is in addition to the transplants for heart, liver, pancreas, lungs and more.  In 2024, they broke their own record for number of kidney transplants with over 600 performed.  I was transplanted in 2020 and have visited either Jackson Hospital or The Miami Transplant Institute, a separate building on the campus numerous times.  Jackson has many specialties including transplant, Bascom Palmer Eye Institute, Sylvester Cancer Center, a Diabetes Research Facility, a Women’s Heath Center  and a Children’s Hospital among other specialties. It is also thee home of the University of Miami Medical School.  According to the latest data, they employ over 9000 people., 

But, I have seen no changes in their facility or personnel that does the follow up for all of these procedures.  Every bit of my communication has to go through my Nurse Coordinator and sometimes it takes days to get a response.  She tells me that she is assigned over 450 patients.  And if I email her after 4:00 on a Friday, she doesn’t check email again until Monday morning…and that is after she gets “caught up.”So, a lot of things fall through the cracks if I don’t diligently follow up. .  But I have started copying the Doctor on all emails, and that seems to get a quicker response.  I have found throughout this whole process that if the patient is not his own advocate, then nothing happens.

Getting back to Day 2, the orders were finally entered into the system, and blood and urine taken.  Now we wait for results before the infusions begin.  And with nothing to do I write to vent my frustrations that nothing moves efficiently and quickly.  While I was in the lab having my blood drawn, I got a call back from the random person I vented with on the phone earlier to tell me that the order was put through,   I asked that tomorrow’s order be verified so we can get off this merry-go-round.  Infusions began at a much later time than my 8:00 appointment and I am now stuck here until about 5:30.  About 1:30, my coordinator finally called to apologize that there ‘was confusion.”  No, she just didn’t follow up and do her job.  When the patient is a number and not a person, “confusion” does happen and that is the point of this whole missive.

When I arrived at the Center on both days 1&2, I couldn’t help to notice the multitude of people standing around, sitting in every available seat and all looking miserable  The cacophony of sound was punctuated by the number of phone calls that people were having at maximum volume with their speakers turned on and even some having facetime conversations.  Have these people never heard of headphones?  And is it really important to take these social calls in such a crowded area?  There are plenty of outside spaces they could go to have their giggles and laughs where they don’t disturb others.  But social courtesies have become a thing of the past. So, the day at MTI ended about 5:30 and I found the Hotel and checked in.  Dinner downstairs and looking forward to a good night’s sleep  However the steroids coursing through my body had other plans.  Even after taking a sleeping pill, I watched the clock most of the night.  The severe indigestion I had made it impossible to lay flat and trying to sleep sitting up was not happening!  

6 AM came rather quickly and I made my way to MTI by the appointed 7:15 time.  Finally , the reception guy is beginning to know me and he got me pretty much on schedule.  Labs done relatively close to the appointment time and my coordinator actually had entered the orders into the system this time!  I looked up my lab results from yesterday and they were awful, to say the least.  My creatinine, a key indicator of kidney function was the worse it has been since the transplant and the urine protein and blood were extremely high.  Hopefully this is part of the “getting worse before you can get better.”. If today’s results are equally bad, I will reach out to both Doctors to get some input. All in all, the 2nd day wasn’t terrible.  The 50mg of benadryl they injected and my sheer exhaustion gave me the opportunity to take 30 minute naps throughout the day in between every half hour vitals checks.  Back to the hotel and with little appetite, ate a sandwich and going to try to get some rest.  Tomorrow is another day…and a much simpler one since I am only having the steroid infusion.  

Well, it turns out that results are worse.  Sending the results to my Boca nephrologist.  Hopefully he says it is just a side effect of the infusions. He replied that he talked with Dr. Kupin in Miami and they HOPED that the inflammation would begin to go down.  Hope!  That doesn’t seem too very encouraging but I soldier on with the plan.  After a short infusion of more steroids (I have completed the Thymo), the 4th day was done and I went back to the hotel and was able to get a couple of hours of sleep. And that might have been a mistake!

No appetite but I forced down a couple of bites of a quesadilla for dinner, watched a little television and tried to go to sleep.  Nothing worked…I tried a sleeping pill, watched television, turned off  television, listened to music, laid in total silence, tried reading a new book and it is now nearly 3 AM and I am wide awake.  Is it the steroids, or the extreme anxiety I am feeling about this whole situation?  For some reason this feels different than the last time I went through this…a feeling of dread.  I know I have an incredible amount of support, from Connie, Lisa and Brad, all of my brothers and plenty of calls from friends.  But tonight I feel alone.

I need to be up in a few hours. I want to go get a box of pastries in the morning for the nurses in the infusion center to thank them for being so nice all week.  They truly were the highlight of the week…couldn’t do enough  to make me feel comfortable!  Well, I guess I will try sleep again and get through tomorrow’s short infusion.  We reduce the steroids to 125 this morning and them I am off for home.  At least writing has made me more sleepy, so I will try sleep again.  Hopefully this week’s adventures have not been for naught.  Only time will tell.

Day 5…Well, it is 6 AM and it seems I slept between 2 to 3 hours. I guess that is better than none!  Looking forward to getting the final infusion of steroids this morning and heading home.  Oral steroids start tomorrow and hopefully they will be more manageable.  Wonders will never cease.  I arrived at the Center earlier than scheduled and was  ushered back early and completed the infusion in record time.  The pastries were a big hit with the nurses and after hugs all around, I headed home where a much needed nap was in order.

On Monday, I start phase 2 with 8 weeks of Rituximab infusions, but those are close to the house at the Hematologist’s office.  I am sure I will have something to say about those as I progress but don’t promise another 8 Blogs in 8 Weeks.

And The Journey Continues….

Nothing To Write About!

Usually, when I sit down to write a blog entry, the blog has already written itself in my mind.  When I am exercising or riding in the car or just going about my day to day activities, an idea pops into my head and I work out the flow before I even sit down to write.

But, not this time!  I have nothing.... maybe it is because of all of the disgusting crap in the news or my general boredom with the political and social climate in our world or the fall of American democracy or all of the above.

I mean, I could write about the orange buffoon and his clearly demented state and the fact that this country is supporting a convicted felon who is also a pedophile.  I could write about all of the false distractions he is creating by making accusations against Obama, Biden, Clinton and others.  Or, his attempts to get involved in stupid things like the names of sports teams and how to pay college athletes and what comedians he can get fired.  Any distraction from the Epstein files is fair game by this POS.  But the fat asshole is too easy of a target and not worthy of too many words.

I could write about the rise of antisemitism, mysoginy and racism in this country.  According to the MAGA crowd, if you are not a white christian  man, then you are a second class person...the idea of equal rights, especially if you are someone with a slightly darker skin is foreign to this administration.  Equal protection under the law just doesn't exist.  The horrors of ICE raids, Alligator Alcatraz, deportations without due cause is disgusting and reminiscent of 1930's Germany.  And the antisemitism that has become the norm in many parts of this country is frightening - I read today of 2 communities that have barred Jews, Blacks and Hispanics, with more being built in this country.  That is in addition to the growth of the neo-nazi movement, and other organizations like the Goyim Defense League, The Aryan Brotherhood and others.  But hate is a disease and I really don't want to write about hate.

I could write about RFK, Jr. and what he is doing to make Americans less healthy.  His anti-vax movement is spreading and other dumb ideas is a great example of what happens when totally unqualified people are put in to important positions of responsibility.  Pam Bondi, Pete Hegseth, Tulsi Gabbard, Kristi Noem and most of the cabinet -all unqualified and dangerous.  Pam Bondi is so crooked, the Florida Bar is considering disbarring her while she is serving as the Attorney General.  And Gabbard has been proven to be a Russian asset.  But, I really don't want to write about lackeys either.

I could write about the Israel-Palestine-Iran war and how f***ed up the whole situation is.  A war started by Iranian proxies against Israel that has escalated into a humanitarian crisis.  Although I fully support Israel, tRump's friend Netanyahu is as big a criminal as tRump and should be thrown out of office so that progress can be made.  Or I could write about the horrific war in Ukraine and the lack of support that tRump is giving Ukraine because of his admiration of Putin.  

I don't want to write about any of those subjects..nor America's standing in the World...how we elected a convicted felon who is doing everything he can to make this an autocracy...how Project 2025 was the goal all along....how we are being ruled by the Heritage Foundation and the multi-billionaires...how the Big Bullshit Bill hurts most Americans, kills healthcare for those that need it the most and balloons the deficit....how members of Congress are just a bunch of frightened babies who have totally shirked their duties as an equal branch of government...or how members of the Supreme Court have been totally compromised and have forgotten how to rule according to The Constitution and precedent.

I want to write positive stories, uplifting thoughts and new ideas....and that's what I endeavor to do going forward.  (But, I am sure an opinion piece or 2 will slip in there somewhere!)

And The Journey continues......

Let's Read!

 I read a lot!!  Besides all of the reading I do on line, there is always a book on my Kindle to read.  Since I retired about a year and a half ago, I have read about 60 or 70 books in addition to the magazines, on-line articles, newspapers and the back of the cereal box.

From an early age, I would lose myself in books.  Whether it is history, memoirs, biographies, mysteries, adventures or even a romance novel, books take you to another world.  It provides an escape from the everyday.  And it is certainly more interesting than the drivel that is on television.

I had so many books in my home office, that I finally had to box up many of them and donate them to the library.  And I still have a full book case!  But now, most of my new books are borrowed, electronically through the library, using the Libby App.  How convenient technology has made it for anyone to borrow books without even leaving their home.

Today, we have a President who doesn't read!  It recently came out that he doesn't even read his daily security briefing and that his underlings were considering doing a "Fox News type of update" so that he could comprehend the daily briefings he should be reading!  What an example he sets for the rest of the Country.

Reading provides numerous benefits.  Besides the obvious benefits of expanded knowledge, improved vocabulary and increased knowledge base, it has been proven that reading enhances memory, improves cognitive skills, reduces stress, improves empathy and enhances communication.  Besides all of that, reading provides a fun and engaging way to escape from daily life and RELAX!  Seems to me that the Prez needs to read more!

One of the purposes of reading is to help you live lives beyond the ones you are inside.  It connects us to everyone and everywhere and every time and every imagined dream.

Because I have been reading so many books, I am often asked for book recommendations.  But, what I enjoy might not be what you will enjoy.  While I like biographies, memoirs, history and historical fiction, you might lean more to romance, or mysteries.  I enjoy "Good writing."  One of my favorites is "James" by Percival Everett...and have read others books by him!  I also recently enjoyed "Lorne" that chronicles Lorne Michaels' Saturday Night Live journey.  And I escape with writers like Dave Barry or Matt Haig.  Nonetheless, a good book has to grab my attention in the first 50 pages or I just don't waste my time!

So, what are some of your recent discoveries?  Share with the group by responding in the comments section of the Blog.

And The Journey continues......

And They're Off....In The 150th Preakness Stakes!

The year it all started is in dispute.  I think it was 1978, the year Affirmed won the race..but it could have been 1979, Spectacular Bid's year or at the very latest 1980, the year Codex won The Preakness Stakes.  Nonetheless, it has been at least 45 years ago.

My new friend, Stan, had moved to Atlanta in 1977.  Having grown up in Baltimore, he had been a frequent visitor to Pimlico Race Track - usually with Uncle Phil or several of the other neighborhood delinquents, that were later portrayed in the movie Diner.  And every year he went to The Preakness, the 2nd Jewel of Horse Racing's Triple Crown.

In the year that is in dispute, he asked me and Abby and Roger (from New York) if we wanted to join him for Preakness weekend.  A "Boy's Trip."  A weekend of partying and gambling. A weekend without our wives and kids! His sister lent the 3 of us her apartment and Stan stayed at his Mom's.  Needless to say, we had a great time.  Friday at the track for The Black Eye Susan Stakes, partying all night and starting Saturday morning with brunch prepared by Stan's Mom...and like every Jewish Mom, she laid out an incredible spread of lox, whitefish and what she called "Revelation"...smoked sable!  And it wasn't just the 4 of us as several of the Baltimore crew also showed up for Brunch.  Of course, the "partying" had not stopped from the night before!  And then, a day at The Preakness.  Our seats have always been a box overlooking the finish line. 

Connie asked me how we did at the track.  Win or lose?  My response, no matter the results, was always "We broke even!" 

We had such a good time, that the next year we increased the size of the party to 6 or 8 of us and at one time during the early 1980's we had as many as 12 people to this "Boy's Weekend " that suddenly became a 4 or 5 day trip.  And yes, we certainly partied non-stop.  But the races were the central focus!  Even after I moved to Boston in 1983, we kept the tradition going and brought new friends to the party.  We saw the filly, Pleasant Colony, beat the boys in 1981, and couldn't believe (given all of the partying we did) that none of us bet on Snow Chief to win in 1986!  And "Uncle Phil" would serve as our tout - Stan won't let me forget the year Uncle Phil touted all of us on a long shot and I was the only one NOT to bet on that horse.  As the horse won easily and everybody was excitingly running to the windows to cash in, I sat glumly at my seat with my head in my hands.

In 1987, my family and I moved to Florida but the tradition continued and we continued the yearly trip with a core group of about 8 guys each year.  Then in 1989, after a Friday night of frolicking, drinking, smoking and telling lies, I finally got to my hotel room about 2 AM when the phone rang and I found out that my Mom had suddenly passed away.  I took a 5 AM flight to Atlanta and decided that, for me, the tradition was over.  I just didn't have the heart to return for a number of years because that was where I was when the terrible news reached me.  The big party weekend eventually fell apart, but Stan kept going and meeting up with his old Baltimore pals, but the others just quit going.

Meanwhile, my love of the Races simply shifted to South Florida and I would go to Gulfstream Park every so often and would take my son, Brad, with me.  I would give him $2 a race to bet and he learned how to read the Racing Form and handicap races...frequently showing a bigger profit than me!  We were lucky to be able to go to The Breeder's Cup in 1989, 1992 and 1999 - all at Gulfstream.  I would tell him about our exploits in Baltimore and he knew how much I missed those Preakness weekends.

So, unbeknownst to me, he called Stan and told him that he wanted to get me back to The Preakness and in 2005, after a 15 year hiatus, we did a 2nd generation Preakness trip with Stan, his son Ricky, me and Brad.  Arnie "Tank" Cohen, from Baltimore joined us and the tradition was revived.  

I continued to meet Stan there for the next couple of years and then Brad moved to Baltimore in 2010, making it mandatory that we go to The Preakness every year from 2011 until Covid hit in 2020.  But it was no longer a "Boy's Trip" and we were too "friggin" old to party the way we use to!  Now we took our wives, our sons and daughters, Stan's nephew, and other invited guests like my brother and his wife.  On Black Eye Susan Day I even took the 3rd generation, my grandson!  It was around 2012 that I bought my Preakness Day sport coat.  I found the ugliest Madras Coat and decided that would be my outfit for all subsequent big races.  I even wore it to Saratoga when I met Stan there for the Traver's Stakes one year. 

       

Some way or another, we missed last year's weekend although Stan, Ricky and Stan's nephew Brad were there but all 5 of us were there this past weekend and saw the most unbelievable race we had seen in a long time.  It looked like Journalism was done for at the 16th pole when he was bumped by 2 other horses. But he found another gear and won the race!  This time, we had the winner and didn't even need Uncle Phil to tell us who to bet on.  Standing at the betting window, some guy came up to me and offered to buy my sport coat from me.  I looked down and he was wearing a pair of pants with the same exact madras pattern.  So, I offered to buy his pants, but neither of us relented!

   

 

However, Journalism was not the only winner.  We all were winners in the sense that we got to spend a terrific weekend with Fathers and Sons (and Nephew).  We ate at the same restaurants we always eat at - Koco's Pub for crab cakes on Friday night, and The Prime Rib (I keep reminding the boys that it is overrated and over priced!) We told a lot of stories, laughed a lot, won some and lost some. Unfortunately, Stan's Mom is no longer around to layout that brunch and some of the others that attended years ago have since passed (Uncle Phil included), but we decided that as long as we are able, this special weekend will continue.  In fact, at dinner Saturday night, Ricky and Brad said that even after the old farts (me and Stan) are gone, they are going to continue the tradition!

Oh, and by the way, in case you are wondering how we did at the betting windows.....we broke even!

Rider's Up!

And The Journey Continues.....

 

It's The NFL's Fault!

It's the NFL owners fault!  If they had allowed him to buy the Buffalo Bills, then he never would have run for President.  But, they knew.  They knew that he would corrupt the sport, make it all about himself and cheat at every turn.  And, since they didn't let him in this exclusive club, he decided to run for President.

How did they know?  They looked at his track record.  He tried to be an owner of a professional football team when he owned the New Jersey Generals of The USFL. But, because he thought he knew more than anybody, he screwed up that struggling, over-leveraged league's pay structure by signing Herschel Walker to a lavish "Personal Services" contract.  He thought that act would make the NFL scared of him and they would fold his team and others into the league...but that was never a consideration of the NFL owners.

They knew he was all bluster from his business failures.  tRumpAirlines failed after 2 years; his Mortgage Company barely lasted a year; tRump Steaks failed; tRump Magazine failed; GotRump.com failed, tRump Vodka failed; tRump The Game failed; tRump Beverages failed; tRump fragrances failed; tRump Tower Tampa failed; tRump mattress failed and tRump University failed with a $40 Million judgement against it.

And the there were the Bankruptcies in the casino business.  tRump Taj Mahal, tRump Plaza Hotel, tRump Casino Resorts and tRump Entertainment Resorts all went bankrupt.  Who the hell bankrupts a casino?  The same guy that the Right decided to put in charge of the whole Country's economy!  The same guy that is a convicted felon.  How anyone could look to him for leadership, honesty or integrity when his past is littered with slime, broken promises, poor decisions, stiffed vendors, a devastating reputation in business and a history of repeated failures is the result of a f***ing Television Show.

Yep, he is a failed business man that was perceived to be a business genius because of the effect of a television show.  Jonathon Braun, a producer that worked on The Apprentice said: "Our job was to to make him look legitimate.  To make it look like there was something behind it, even though we pretty much knew there wasn't.  But that was our job."  His true talent was zero, but the creators and producers of the television show did one hell of a job creating his brand...and the American public bought it.  So, we get what we deserve...a know nothing President who is driven strictly by ego and revenge.

Am I surprised that the first 100 days are a disaster?  Am I surprised that he is blaming everybody but himself?  Am I surprised that he is an embarrassment and is being laughed at all over the world?  Should any of us be surprised that his cabinet is a disgrace and that they are ignoring the Constitution and Rule of Law? If you are surprised, then you haven't been watching!

Where is the Congress?  Where are the Checks and Balances?  What does this convicted criminal hold over the institutions that should be keeping him in check? If we make it through his reign, I WILL be surprised!  Of course that depends on whether RFK, Jr. kills all of us or Pam Bondi has all dissenters arrested.

But, just maybe, if we can get to the midterms, somebody will emerge to lead the charge against this insanity...we can only hope!

And The Journey continues....

MY 100th BLOG!

Nearly 15 years ago, I decided to write a Blog.  Actually about 8 years before that, I started a journal chronicling my training for a climb of Mount Princeton with my daughter. I found that unfinished Word document in 2010 and decided to update it in a blog and Roy's Journey was born. In a blog titled "My First Blog" (which on the list on the right side of this blog is actually the second entry!) I wrote:

 "Although this blog is intended to be free flowing - that is, I reserve the right to blog about anything I want to blog about -after reading what I wrote 8 years ago, I have decided to reproduce it here, along with my postscript dated today." (Note: That's the blog titled 'A Fat Man's Journey') 

"I am not sure if anybody is going to read my blog, and frankly, I am not sure I really care...but perhaps it can serve as my own sounding board and maybe one day my grandchildren will enjoy reading it and get to know their grandfather better!"   

Actually, it not only has served as my personal sounding board, but my personal therapy as well.  And it has been read by some, commented on by some and ignored by others.  While a lot of my readers think I only write about politics, only 37 of the blogs have been of a political nature and if the person who shall not be named (I refuse to use his name - he doesn't deserve that respect) had not entered the political arena it would have been a lot less.  I have written about grandchildren, dogs, family, TV shows, travel adventures, the story of The Sports Authority founding and even hamburgers.  I have written about new beginnings, births of my grandchildren and eulogized my Dad. This writing exercise has helped me through my kidney adventures and gave me needed distraction during my chemo infusions in 2022.  

I have always threatened to write a book, but have settled for sporadic missives through this blog.

I am frustrated by the negativism and the tribalism that is so prevalent today and want to encourage positive energy.  My loyalty is to the people who bring positivity into my life  My loyalty is to the people who want to build me up and see me happy. And I want to do the same for them. You never know what is going on in someone else's life and judging them without knowing contributes to the negativism that is so prevalent today.  That is not to say that I don't want to hear from those that disagree with my point of view.  I welcome intelligent, well thought-out, respectful discourse.

I am going to continue doing the best I can do and write about those things that I feel are important.  I may not have made all the right decisions at the right times nor always written about the appropriate subjects, but I can only be true to myself.  I will focus my energy on the fact that I have had the courage to stand up for my convictions and will keep that focus going forward.

Just recently, I decided to quit posting Roy's Journey on Facebook and only send it to those who have asked to be on my Blog Mailing list.  Unfortunately, I feel that given today's political climate, sharing to a larger audience is not prudent. However, you are always welcome to forward to others that you think might enjoy my writings.  Some of you have commented directly to me via email and I welcome all comments whether you agree or not.  Some have commented on the blog itself.  If you do that, it shows up as coming from "Anonymous" unless you sign in.  So, if you want the comment attributed to you, be sure to identify yourself.

Recently, I mentioned to a friend that I was writing my 100th blog, and she said that she must have missed some!  In case you haven't noticed, there is a list of dates on the right and ALL 100 have been archived...so if you see a title you think you might want to read, they are ALL here!  So, while this landmark blog isn't something cheesy like '100 Things I Love' or 'My 100 Deepest Thoughts,' it is what it is!

Thanks for reading and being a part of my community. Here's to the next 100!

And The Journey continues....

    

Civics 101

I might be old and maybe my memory isn't what it use to be, but I clearly remember taking a Civics class in 8th grade.  That's where I learned that the Federal Government is made up of 3 equal branches of government - Executive, Legislative (The Congress) and The Judiciary.  The whole idea is that there is a set of checks and balances that makes sure that one branch does not overstep their boundaries.  That's how THIS Democracy is suppose to work.

But, no more!

The Constitution gives Congress (not the President) the power to impose tariffs.  However, The International Emergency Economic Powers Act allows the President to impose tariffs if he declares a National Emergency under the National Emergencies Act.  So, of course, that's what the person calling himself President did on February 1st.  Now (follow me here), this is where checks and balances come in to play....that same law allows Congress to end such a declaration of emergency if such a termination is introduced and it has to be taken up in Congress in a matter of days.

So, why hasn't this been done?  The Democrats introduced a bill of termination.  But, because the Republicans are so scared to go against their overlords, the orange man and Musk, they passed a resolution that for the rest of the congressional session, "Each day shall not constitute a calendar day for the purposes of terminating the 'Felon's' emergency declaration....in other words, a day is not a day!

Now, I might be called simple, but even to me, that is ABSURD!  My question is when is Congress going to get some balls and fight the tyranny that Musk and his lackey are imposing on our Country.  When are we going to rise up and demand that something be done?  Where is the Supreme Court in all of this?  Oh, that's right...The Supreme Court is so compromised (see Alito and Thomas being paid off by Billionaires), they won't uphold the Constitution either!

Yesterday, a Federal Court ruled that the firing of those federal employees that had probationary status was illegal and they should be rehired immediately.  But, who is going to make sure that Musk, DOGE and their puppet President follows the ruling?  Congress? The Supreme Court?  The Military?  Nope...all of them are controlled by the Billionaire Class and since the Supreme Court already ruled that everybody is not subject to the same laws, nothing will be done.  The felon puppet President can't be held responsible for following the law or the Constitution...at least that is what the Supreme Court has said. 

In other words, we are faced with a Constitutional Crisis and the beginning of a country ruled by a Dictator who has cozied up to Putin.  His determination to "take over" Greenland, make Canada the 51st State and other lame-brain ideas is straight out of the strong-arm, dictator playbook.  His ability to lie to the American public is supported by the MAGA crowd who are blind to truth and honesty.  

He bragged about releasing water from two dams in California...it was all for show, as it was actually harmful to the region and the 2.5 billion gallons released in response to his order could not be delivered to Southern California.  According to the experts, the release is potentially ruinous as the sudden surge of water will damage the lands downstream and waste water that will be needed during the hot growing season.  But, he NEVER consults nor listens to the experts, because in his simple mind, he is smarter than anyone.  

And don't even get me started on how this POS has treated our Allies.  He has all but withdrawn the US from NATO, abandoned Ukraine, and placed onerous tariffs on our neighbors and friends.  You and I are the ones that will be paying for these tariffs.  It is just another tax on the American consumer...a necessary tax so that tax breaks can be given to Billionaires and Corporations.  We have had some self-serving politicians in our history, but none to the level of corruption that exists today.

His fixation on deporting millions of immigrants is already causing huge problems in the farming and ranching communities throughout the country.  There is nobody left to pick the crops and tend the lands. I recently saw an interview with a rancher from Montana that said that all of their workers have gone into hiding out of fear of being arrested and as a result there is no labor to do those jobs other Americans don't want to do.  They lamented the fact that their MAGA vote is throwing them into bankruptcy and is directly responsible for putting them out of business.

I don't even have the strength to address the impending Stock Market Crash and his assertion that we "might" feel a little bump but will come out of it stronger nor the lack of credibility or expertise for most of his cabinet appointees.  

Now that the White House has been turned into a used car lot and the President is doing infomercials from the lawn, there is zero deserved respect for the individual holding the office.  I refuse to use his name and will continue to refer to him as the Felon, the orange buffoon, the Musk puppet, the POS and the wannabe Dictator.  (If you have any other names, let me know!)

While I was hoping to not write about politics and the state of our Country and concentrate my writing on more pleasant subjects, I cannot sit still and not express my outrage.  Maybe next time I can write about rainbows, unicorns, grandchildren and ponies.  But I doubt it.

And The Journey continues....