My Psychopharmacologist and I.

I'm going thru some stuff right now.

I really like my new job at the Animal Shelter. It's hard work, physically exhausting as a matter of fact, but I feel good about myself at the end of the day, and sleep really well. I really enjoy caring for the dogs, the dogs seem to like me too. The cats, meh, they are cats, "like" is not something they do.

You know my work ethic. I go "all in" everyday. After I leave there each day, I literally wring out my socks from sweat, disinfectant and dog piss. And feel like I accomplished something.

And I listen.

On Day One, someone mentioned that it was a pain to keep the ratty-ass CD's playing in the ratty-ass CD players we had. (The dogs are calmed by classical music, the staff not-so-much) Someone pointed out that you can't get in or out of the doors when it rains because the guttering pours rain down on you from varying, inconvenient places. I noticed some of the fencing and gates would not easily open or shut (Kinda important when you are trying to wrangle a wild dog). The door lock on the clinic was temperamental, but if you kept a piece of masking tape on the knob, and pushed and turned (but only turned to the right one quarter of a turn) it would usually open for you. And the makeshift two-by-four hand rails on the steps were a lawsuit waiting to happen, so the Boss had closed off the stairway with caution tape.

Reaction/Response

I took all of the classical music CD's home and copied them onto my I-Pod. I then donated my I-Pod and docking station to the shelter. Music has been playing ever since/It has not been mentioned by the staff or management.

I went to Home Depot and bought several pieces of guttering repair and fixed all the places that needed fixed/It has not been mentioned (Yes, it has rained several times).

Fences fixed, re-adjusted, fixed again, will be an ongoing project forever/Zip.

I called a friend who is a locksmith and we got the knob replaced. For free./No word.

Although the carpentry job on the stairs was way above my skill level, I got tired of seeing the staff come out of the office, head for the stairs, realize that they were still blocked off, mutter "fuck" under their breath and walk back around the long way and so I fixed the handrails. True, they look a bit like Frankensteins monster, but they are solid/The Boss told me it was good to have a "handyman" around. Nothing from the staff.

None of the above tasks are my job. They aren't anybodies job. Therefore, they are every bodies job. I do enjoy doing things like these. I do them in addition to my job.

I am not a delicate flower. If anything, my ego is too strong. I am self-motivating, self-assured and self-cleaning.

But for Goddamn-Fuckity-Fuck! If I don't get a "thank you" soon I'm gonna lose my mind! I already have a full time job that doesn't appreciate me! I don't need another one. And that first job has made me so bitter and angry, if anybody else piles on I will lose the little hope that I still have!

I realize this is all a reaction to the Faggoty-Fucks I work for at the Guesthouse. I hate to admit it, but they have ruined me. I now refuse to go "all in" for another job for five years and get taken for granted every day, just hoping upon hope that someone will see and appreciate.

Confucius say: Doing good job in this place is like pissing yourself in dark blue suit. You get nice warm feeling, but no one notice.

I plan on talking to the Bosses at the animal shelter. Just to tell them what I need. Not my ass kissed. Not a raise. Just some occasional appreciation. And when they do tell me "Thank You" I will tell them "Oh, don't mention it".

Full disclosure: I counted out my Med's last night. I'm out of one of my anti-depressants. Have been for several days. Hmmm. All of the above is all true, with no exaggeration. My feelings about these truths may be a bit skewed. At least I know the medications work!

Health care will cost Americans their liberty.

A letter to the editor from the August 11th Key West Citizen. Yes, the same respected newspaper that stated today that the leading cause of death is Hearth Disease.

We now present a Reenactment. A curmudgeonly fantasia on national themes:

Please silence your cellphones.

"Choose wisely now, for our choices will be scrutinized by not just the entire world: this period in the history of our nation will be lectured upon to our children’s children, and then their grandchildren.

Those nations that have fashioned their own after ours, to lift up their people, to allow the spirit of liberty to flow among them, they are wondering: Will that beacon they’ve followed be quenched? Can no nation allow its people their God-given rights if not America? Must the rights of all people come only from the state?

Our own children will dress their children for school and wonder: Did the country make the right choice then, when faced with financial distress and war: did they take the easy way out?

They set the thought aside, as they always do, and press on to their jobs for the state: but it lingers, was it worth it, these choices?...

Home again, and with the children’s homework they wonder anew why the history book doesn’t tell the same stories as Grandfather did. They allow for a moment their grandfather’s tales were so that they could – but they put it aside once again.

As they tuck their children into bed, they know the dreams will return. The forefathers will whisper those same words again, and again, eyes afire, impressing them to leap from their beds and take it back, take it back! Those words again and again: “Life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness.”

They wonder before succumbing to the darkness, was their health care worth all that was given up?

May the spirit guide you in your choice.

David Carter
Key West

Guide you in your choice, indeed, David. Are these letters to the editor the result of Sarah Palin’s speechwriters being out of work? And such. And soforth. For they too, have the God-given right to put food on the table to feed the illegitimate children of their illegitimate children's children.

So, Dave. “This period in the history of our nation will be lectured upon?” OH, absolutely. But I’ll bet the lectures will be about the dangers of unchecked authority, the cowardliness of not pursuing justice for those who have so damaged the respect of political authority. Of a time when rights could be withheld from a segment of the population and not be called discrimination. Of a moment in time that produced more corrupt billionaires willing to steal from those foolish enough to still trust in the fairness of mankind. Of a time when America's leaders did indeed sacrifice liberty for security and achieved neither. Sign me up for that lecture, Dave.

“Will the beacon that other nations have followed be quenched?” Those nations must have cotton-mouth by now, if they are still sucking at the dry teat of the current America. In answer to your mixed metaphor, Dave, yes, that thirst can be darkened.

Are the forefathers visiting you in your sleep again, Dave? With eyes afire? I remember, this one time, after eating spicy food before going to bed, I had a wild dream of a hot-hot three-way with Alexander Hamilton and George Washington. Or maybe it was Hamilton and Barbara Bush. They’ve always looked so much alike. No, now I remember. There were eyes afire. THAT was definitely Babs. Sidebar: Babs won't respect your safeword.

Yes, Dave, invoke the children. The 5 ½ million uninsured children. It is surely they who will suffer most from health care. And our kids will be dressing our grandchildren for school, where they will go to study in their history books? My history education didn't really begin until about the fourth grade. I'd been dressing myself for over a year by then. Will all of our grandchildren be afflicted with Downs syndrome? Limbless? A deathly allergic reaction to buttons? Won't they be happy that they got the good health care?

So, Dave, health care will cost our liberty? Remember forefather Patrick Henry said “Give me liberty OR give me death” not “Give me liberty and a pre-existing condition that will ultimately lead to my death”.

Have you no hearth Dave? Have you no hearth?

''Abraham Lincoln'': Honestly, I felt let down

A theatrical review. By a respected theatrical reviewer.

For reals.

The show? "Abraham Lincoln's Big Gay Dance Party"

The reviewer says: "After seeing ''Abraham Lincoln,'' to quote another President, I cannot tell a lie: For me, it didn't live up to the hype. Maybe it was, in part, due to the kooky misleading title, which led me to believe it would be an outrageous musical romp. In reality, it's a straight play (with campy moments) about a teacher who puts on a school pageant about our 16th president and gets in trouble for including the character of Joshua Speed, a man Lincoln reportedly shared a bed with"

DO YOU GET IT? A "STRAIGHT"-PLAY! ABOUT THE HOT-HOT-MAN-ON-MAN RELATIONSHIP OF LINCOLN AND JOSH SPEED! AND IT'S A MUSICAL! GET IT?

I've got VIP tickets to opening night. I've got foursome with Doris-Kerns Goodwin, Lee Roy Reams, and Sarah Vowel. And if there is a man out there that understands the irony of that combination, please find me.

Cut and Paste Project

Please do this daily. Please don't let the Fuck-tards beat this down.

Highlight, right click and copy:

Please support a Public Option in the upcoming Health Care Bill. We must truly reform the health care system in our country. Without a Public Option, I do not believe this is possible. Please do not pass up this opportunity. Thank you.

Then, clicky-clicky, right click and paste.

All of Florida:

Email Senator Bill Nelson

Email Senator Mel Martinez (You can add a nice Goodbye letter if you so choose)

Key West: Email Representative Ileana Ros-Lehtinen

Bonita Springs: Email Representative Connie Mack

Click here and say "I did it again today"

ACKKKKK, blither, fuckfuck, hatehatehate, sputter, aneurysm!!!!

We the people... promote the General Welfare...

Sorry for Rick Sanchez, the William Shatner wanna-be, delivering the news AT you:



God will forgive you if you yell out "Goddamnit, fuck you" at about 1:27 minutes into the clip. I, however, will not forgive you if you don't.

"The other thing missing in this debate is us, as neighbors". Because nothing treats Traumatic Brain Injury as well as a nice casserole and some pie.

I beg my Good Neighbors to help me follow this story and see exactly how Coburn "helps" this woman. If it does not include video of the good Senator himself wiping the patients soiled ass with a moist towelette, it will not be enough. Hell, even that would not be enough. And Goddamnit, Fuck You.

Short, sweet and potentially genius.

Lower the age requirement for Medicare to 19 years old.

Signed into law by Executive Order, Barack H. Obama

PS: Fuck you Dick Armey.

It's Engrish, Si?

This, from the Housekeeping board at the Guesthouse. Supplies we need to order, for the Cuban Housekeepers to do their job. Hmmm?




Hints:
1. Housekeeping
2. Spanish language
3. I had to look up the correct spelling, too.
4. We are already overstocked on Bacon Bags.

Let the games begin!

A premonition

Re: Townhall meetings.

Date: August 8, 2009

Time: Five minutes from my last job, ten minutes to the next. So, um, bite me for being brief.

As of right now, conservative lemmings have merely interrupted speakers, blocked doorways and Twittered (via a fax to their grandkids. Oh, faxes! How retro!), and made their way into a slow news weeks' headlines. And nothing you can say will convince me that they aren't doing it just 'cause Rush told them to. Rush, who has complimentary samples vacu-tubed directly to him from all major drug manufacturers.

But by the end of the next week, and please don't tell my Krazy-Konservative Aunt, by the end of the week:

Somebody gonna throw a shoe.

And I am a bit disappointed that they have not thought of that yet.

And disappointed that I have.