the heart of the matter

at drill last night Jackie Ahrens, newly returned to the fold as an EMT, showed a picture of a tumor removed from her stepdaughter's ovary.  It weighed 32 pounds or more.  It looked like a giant heart.  It took nine years for the daughter to be diagnosed.
Eventually we got the gurney out of the ambulance but it nearly collapsed on itself and at that point I was furious with Diane for number one not assisting and telling me 'I should be doing this' and number two, careles and disrespectul conduct while on a call.  The gurney collapsed with a patient on board who was making comments about the way Diane andi were interacting and saying something it was better entertainment than the soaps.  The office manager of the ER was present by then and we were all trying to disengage the gurney and get the patient inside and I told Diane that I was sick and tired of her always needling staff on a call and that it needed to stop.  I said that I asked for assistance in getting the patient indoor and that the gurney was not responding and we would need all the help we could get.  For her to stand there and harass me when i was already having troubles unloading the gurney did help the situation and she needed to back off and be quiet.  The office manager of the Forks ER said that this wasinappropriate behavior and I said I don't care, I'm tired of her always bullying staff on a call and it needs to stop.  I also thought privately that I wasn't being paid to serve as an EMT helper/ambulance driver and I had nothing to lose by standing up to Dian

what to do aout 'the bugger'

quite an interesting series of events happened yesterday, lke a ticking timbom they finally exploded.  I'm talking about Diana Leiza and the ambulance runs.  Inevitably, when we both turn up for the call at the fire department, she's always got to through her weight around, which is considerable.  I've got to put down my wingflaps and keep my trap shut so she can maneuver herself through the experience of rescuing someone in need.
Yesterday there was a car accident on the Burnt MOuntain road.  I was in a meeting at the SEkiu Center and getting paid for janitorial work for the month of October.  I was taking the minutes for the meeting as I am secretary for the West End YOuth and Community Club.  The radio I carry went off and I asked KIm Bowlby to take over the secretarial duties.  I packed up my stuff, we had been at Messy Palettes art group prior to this and I was crocheting a throw out of beautiful yard from Laurel Sadilek Burtness, whose mother was a member of St. Thomas Church and a good friend of my parents.  Well, I say good friend but Louise Sadilek was awfully pushy, kind of like Diane but in a less forceful way.  Diane pushes too hard always.  I can't believe she was Special Ed teacher for so long and saying 'they want her back', like hell, I'll bet.
I decided to keep the dogs in the car while I was at the accident becaue we needed to be there quick and they'd been fed, watered and exercised so they were good for as long as it took and sometimes it doesn't take that long.  When i realized that we'd be transporting a patient I ,called Teresa on the radio and asked her to take my dogs home, only Trish intercepted and asked 'what's up'.  I gave her the message and told her we were enroute to Forks assoon as Diane got the patient bungled up, it seemed to take her forever to buckle him in, finally she said he was packaged.  The cop told me the guy had been soliciting and the woman he solicited was escorted from the scene by another makah.  She was makah.  I didn't recognize the patient and they got the woman out of the way real quick.  She was gone before we even got out of the rigs.
We got to the scene and the car was upside down in the ditch heading towards Clallam Bay.  There were two police one local county one state patrol.  There were no traffic signs up and the actual traffic was all over the place.  I couldn't see the driver being escorted to the ambulance but did see the police quickly remove the woman in question and so comment was made on that to me by the county cop.  he looked like one of the hull boys, guy's kid sandy if he weren't messed up on drugs.  He said the driver had ben arrested prior times for soliciting, he couldn't think of th eword I supplied it because we did have a house on 14th and T in DC and that was the most notorious place for prostitution and the heroin trade and now it's a million dollar residence and all cleaned up.
anyways, the gy was put into the back of the ambulance at the back door and diane set about checking his vitals,e tc. and then I was told to get the rig out of the way at the next turn out because traffic was burgeoning and we were setting up flaggers.  I was prepared to take off and Diane calls out 'wait wait I'm not ready, don't leave yet...typical of her but you see I'm the one who has to bein charge and she's browbeaten me for so long I just can't navigate that way because she's taken it out of me. 

gagnon's old place

it's quite a lovely spot, the old gagnon homestead, place where craig drankhimself todeath I was unable to help him as he'd hired Edna list price $104,000
and yeah sent the new guy an email about visiting an art gallery this afternooon
guess what was said? eggs cues
my first and only eggwhite omlette

guess that's the end of the 'sit-in'

diana has moved away to roger's house and susan is gone most of the time probably all this month so will have teresa do the clean up for the sekiu center while I'm in arizona...
joann willard is being a pain in the ass with ann around don't know why that is but it is has to do with money which is unpleasant to say the least and then there was tim yelling at thu at the concert saturday evening I don't know where that came from first there was this reassuring pat on the back and then the hostile interface with thu because she said she'd like to sterilize her equipment if she had to cut dennis's hair..he blew up at her and then I was looking for my art books from when I was out at chito and so on...I sat near the house in an armchair supplied by the morris's or no I got it myself from the house porch and I can't find the art I did at cowan I found a little of the chito material but the office bedroom is a wreck presently I should go home and tidy that up but I've a  sore arm from a burn and don't want to irritate the flesh if I can help it all about the good ol GP ethic and where to have enough money to get the things I need...meanwhile..supposed to be ordering tired from gary but that's not happening either did see my mother yesterday in the afternoon had a reasonable visit lots of writing all over the place from the strait tales group...meanwhile kind of feel like there's a cloud in the room whenever dleiza is about she say's they want her back at school like EYUWW really no way and my son tony talks trash to me in the same way sometimes it's all rather weird but then I'm hungry besides so I should get with that program and forget the rest I suspect..have to be confident and faithful that I can do what I need to do

dinner at the breakwater

I got the giggles while waiating on the coffee and cheesecake
we were watching the mariners beat the astros in huston
the bearded pitcher for the mariners was thowing the ball through a thick beard that seemed to be catching on his arm I made a comment he needs to donate that bush to locks for love
lest he catch another ball in it
then I was really giggling

walking to the car to get my combat boots because my feet are cold

further notes on M&M2 the usual suspects is a good one...build up rhetoric to include current worries about the electric (definitely user state at this point) the medical coverage: Ed Winter physician's assistant is the husband of Diana Winter the total bitch from the mail room wonder how that adds up: doesn't typify at user state JoAnn Willard to quantum relay and make EW the spokesperson for your own cultivated resources my cultivated resources include:
curing KE
thanks to Profumo and his lackeys
they didn't believe the brother for brother
Pacholke and his daughter Jemma as operatives in China how does that relate to M&M2?
build up dichotomy of the environment, how it plays what good old H1 had to do with that
in a sense he 'orchestrated the Nuremberg trials' to allow for the 'frankenstein' concept to have full reign and only a pure heart would survive it all...
as in KE
and so forth...not kidding when they say everyman's home is his castle...

quotes from the ongoing script analysis on 'Glitz' e. leonard

Vincent Mora can be played by Russell Crowe easy: going south in the aging process with shotup hip he'd be one sweet character and even oscar material if you do itright gets the good shots of Puerto Rico without the banality of the postcard phase..change name Mora to D'onofre and get Crowe to work on that pronounciation: character integration D'onofre is a Cubano 3g in Miami and has family and all that exwife (make similar to myself in younger pose like when I was the hot to trot computer floozy)..and he's got the Raphael Salazar look in his eyes there's no Banderas for it has to be Crowe Banderas too chichi...too Latino too Hispanic he does well in those European flicks where he's a German, he IS a German when he's a German...this guy, Crowe is Maori think ultimate cannibal gone straight in judeochristian miami culture no latin overtones, like when I visit south it could be any planet in the universe just not home...so the point?
still got these annoying little flea type chumps like Magestyc puny piddly pia
going to harass you until they get squashed like a bug or hit with flea spray and D'onofre is tough
but he's been wounded and he can't walk so good any more andthere is this sweet latin lady in the picture eeraze call her Arazza or something like that not the name she has she had to be a bit older a combination of Donovan's wife and original character as he portrayed her seethat's the movie about breaking up with that latin witch girl not her not at all..more like a pouty little turn sideways you can't see me chick who has some on scene interface with the Magic dude in that he doesn't overpower her he goes through this routine in the bathroom washing himself to be clean and yet gets a little fizzledrizzle in the sink because he does have a little something they call 'wed tail' inside...
overeffect of the clams..and she's got the major wall in there so it dies in the float and she's not real keen on that kind of closeness either he makes his point he can be domineering but he's still very weak and what is it about him and D'onofre that's the dynamic...because already  D'onofre has laid on the bean sauce with the trip to the jungle where the corpse of the cab driver flashes with some big ugly beetles crawling on it...nobody found that dude yet bt they will...
it unwinds with Donovan on the take to the major players in Jersey: they like the rotten wood, makes their hawaiian orchids grow: they corrupt alright and that's that...

the usual sturm en drang..sorry if my German is fractured..blame Dana

ok, big news on the old sensational journalism line is that Trumpie fired the FBI Director
I used to work at the FBI...it was then a part of the Justice Department.  Since the time I worked there, the FBI has moved to the most uninspired piece of architecture in DC...the FBI building.  Once there were several strip joints on that block where that building now stands.   I imagine there are STILL strip joints in that neighborhood...it's pretty weird that such places exist alongside the monuments to our national heritage of truth and justice.  Today's firing of Director Comey, whom I know diddly squat about, is typical of the lunchtime provender of our current president.
I think Trumpie is vying for the position of  'most unpopular president ever elected'. 

A staunch enemy of bloated government, Cleveland vetoed more bills than all the previous 21 presidents combined.  As I said about Trumpie, read Cleveland's history and you'll be getting a tasted of where the 'bloat' actually is...  Sure there's a lot of employees in a beauracracy.  Driving down the road the other day watching the county boys fix the road, three of them were standing there shooting the breeze and one guy was actually working.  That's typical.  What isn't typical is that we've got a farce going on in our national politics.  The real guy working through the nonentities actually sitting in the big chairs in government is none other than the guy who lost the vote: Bernie Sanders.  Every time Trumpie makes a move to actually govern the populace: Bernie sets off another landmine and Trumpie looks like a fool

Good thing Trumpie is Bernie's dog, otherwise we'd be worried at the announcement that Trumpie's made another doodie.

Cleveland was seen as such a laid-back man that those around him feared he wouldn't be able to keep up with the rapid changes that were propelling the United States forward. After his second term he left the office in disgrace, but in time his administration came to be seen as one of the most effective of the 19th century: so it will be as Romney cum Obama (figure out how to insure nearly all Americans health care, good job there) gives way to Trumpie via Sanders. 

Politics is complicated:  there's a push on now to Replace Obamacare with Trumpcare: more veterinarians is the only outcome I see in that regard.  The Soviet Union is a problem but the only real issue is are we going to insure that the extraterrestrials engaged in bringing that issue to an end will be guaranteed a dog or a cat if they want one?  That's what the firing of Mr. Comey is all about: Trumpie wants playmates, other doggies to chase the ball with.  Why not be as vague as the moon behind the clouds: exactly what are we talking about Comey gets fired?

We know media never really spills the beans but rather lets them sit in the fridge and nobody eats them because they 'aint chilly'..  the Trumpie logic people are the same.  A dog barks, the prejudiced, white supremacist backwaters answer with shotguns aimed at what? black people? Asians? American Indians...oh yeah, I hear they bulldozed Standing Rock...now why is that nothing new??  Because its not a precedent that's why.  You can tackle the opposition but when it's freedom and the American way it becomes a nebulous concept that only people who say things like 'what do you mean what's up, nothing is up'...anyway you look at it, it's a rude comment but if made by a dogsbody...
perfectly acceptable as an alternative to what dog's usually use firehydrants for...
I think you get my gist...and I'm hearing this from my own son...don't get that a certain segment of the population believes it's ok to be so rude... but Mr. Sanders is going to set that all straight as he implements more and more tactics relied upon in the days of Mr. Nixon...eight year old Tom Hanks was mostly responsible for those days...and he grew up to be a responsible actor who got stranded on a desert island with a basketball...

I think he's still there wondering where life led him..

Meanwhile, back at zoo city let's have some more facts on Grover Cleveland, who incidently made a really cute puppet on Sesame Street...


least he combed his hair back but he's got the same joggly jowl..Cleveland was the leader of the pro-business Bourbon Democrats who opposed high tariffs, Free Silver, inflation, imperialism, and subsidies to business, farmers, or veterans on libertarian philosophical grounds.. libertarian philosophical grounds? what does that mean, I get it not you??? couched phrase I think...
couched in the philosophy of money belongs to me...
His intervention in the Pullman Strike of 1894 to keep the railroads moving angered labor unions nationwide His crusade for political reform and fiscal conservatism made him an icon for American conservatives of the era...Cleveland was aware of graft in the sheriff's office during his tenure and chose not to confront it...reputedly impregnanted a woman and had her put in a mental asylum and the child in an orphanage..The friendliness and charity of our countrymen can always be relied upon to relieve their fellow-citizens in misfortune, he later said in office.

Wikipedia goes on to make Cleveland a fairly apt politician.  Behaving more as a modern day Republican he trimmed the fat while it office:  Federal aid in such cases encourages the expectation of paternal care on the part of the government and weakens the sturdiness of our national character, while it prevents the indulgence among our people of that kindly sentiment and conduct which strengthens the bonds of a common brotherhood.^[113]
I'm sure Mr. Trumpie would approve...
Cleveland, like a growing number of Northerners (and nearly all white Southerners) saw Reconstruction as a failed experiment, and was reluctant to use federal power to enforce the 15th Amendment of the U.S. Constitution, which guaranteed voting rights to African Americans
Cleveland believed the Dawes Act would lift Native Americans out of poverty and encourage their assimilation into white society. It ultimately weakened the tribal governments and allowed individual Indians to sell land and keep the money.^[147]In 1892, Cleveland had campaigned against the Lodge Bill,^[201] which would have strengthened voting rights protections through the appointing of federal supervisors of congressional elections upon a petition from the citizens of any district.
In a 1905 article in The Ladies Home Journal, Cleveland weighed in on the women's suffrage movement, writing that "sensible and responsible women do not want to vote. The relative positions to be assumed by men and women in the working out of our civilization were assigned long ago by a higher intelligence."^[257]

how to be a Trumplett

I suppose after all this time, this bloggie of mine is kind of impenetrable..don't care really, kind of gotten tough skin over time about who knows what, realize at this point in my life, when you're gone they're gonna know it all anyway so why not be real for real?  reallhy...any way..that wasn't my point, just a  nod up about what's up...because I'm onto having a baff...some breprast, where's the fire going and how to keep it real (warm)  kitty looks beeutiful she's an outdoor girl with a ruff like Queen Elizabeth highlighted in gray against a black Persian fir and the personality of a luviduc...kinda cool, feel bad she doesn't come inoors but hey, she poops in the house so it can't be
looking forward to summer, snuck over during his work time and had a hottubbie for about five minutes in the neighbor hottub like I said know it all...and then thought last night he'd be working but he was home which was odd...he's a co and they work five days with two off thought monday sunday were them for him because they always away on those days but no not it...and you know what, that some be a communal thing in the neighborhood time to shed skins and be reals same with the dumpster situation we keep up the yardage and we toss in their and the community takes it in taxes like that well no we got all this free load stuff happening and so it don't and we're left in our little cubicles come evening to be depressed about no one to talk to but if we have some one to talk to we're drinking with them, and so forth and then if we want to go righteous we can get a load off the two mules at the coop that prosleytize on how to be straight arrows when all they do is condemn that don't think like them..now I never wrote that WORD, see???
and yeah, got enough empty beer cans around here to build a rocket but that's the issue of the moment how to clean up the garbage, had a great job doing that for the prison but it was the concentration factor that made it a possibility here's the muse of art calling all the time...hehe...I know it when it's creeping in...sneaking along tangling and dangling...you haven't painted...hyou haven't painted...whisper whisper...true enough I made the great Map of GP and it's still hanging on the porch so that's a great effort right there I should think and I wanted to put it over at the gallery but hey...no one 'll ever see it there will they...hmmmm better on the porch wit hte occasional PUD guy taking a look or is it the cubans because the window ain't fixed yet??  that little punk said he ordered the glass but I guess I shoulda given him a deposit...ok go check the bank balance and more for later...what's for brepfrast??wuv to all/cette moi

really wanted to be at the inauguration...

somehow I missed out bigtime not walking around DC looking in the shop windows (there's not the cool marketing there is on Kings Highway in Brooklyn, that's for sure...can't think of anything anywhere that speaks to the mind of a bargain hunter like myself in a place like DC..there it's all about the museaums (what twenty dollars a pop to get in the National Gallery of art now, I wouldn't be surprised....)  reall m in donal

so the real DOnal is from Scotland and he's wiggly like a trout, ran around with a two inch (hard) dick, big body like a wook with two cigarettes on...couldn't find that hammer anywhere but then there's this little piece of GP fluff that thinks that's the ticket and she pushes and shoves her way into the overkill thing (Killary Killary ...Killian.rhymes.floodchair..you got it)
nobody needs to know the guy has no dick but we got it on tape in my one and only cheech and chong flick...sumpinsumpin man...what's his face really says it 'you have no dick'...yay, gimme back my what? GP...not even gonna say please..

he's taken it on...that's the lumber, I'm fulla breakfast, tired...got up too early (all week)...not sure how to get home from the demo today...fuckin' car...

I wanted to go to DC...I really wanted to have a drink at Madams' Organ...well, guess she didn't want me there...I wouldn't have phased the politics, I would have cast the fine oil on the direct operating systems...better go check the news and see where they at this morning, big parady is on...might be interesting...that's the thing SHE didint tell me about...good olK.ate

overtired at 5 am...

need to walk out and get firewood, can see my breath read and alice mcdermot story very sweet with some overtones of kinda sludgey...kid gets leukemia kid's not too solid older cousin is very sweet kind resourceful and so on but let's a 70 year old dude pop her cherry...why???  nothing about lust and passion and so on...more about department store ethics in the sale of one's most precious parts...
quite disappointing but otherthan that a good find...how not to write a good book

thirty dollars a quarter for virus upkeep??

I'm jiust used to having to pay through the nose for ebryting...love that tinsil the tonsil of archaic hebrew ...the yiddish...should be italicized but so what...is human beings talking...rambling here
kind of yahoo ya yay yay...I guess reading tom wolfe will do that to yas...kind of a funny book that one...best line since elmore leonard 'are you up for finding a waxed moustache in a herd of whores??'
I just love it...makes me feel like humor is not dead
unlike our president elect
who looks as though he is
and we're talking about meeting up at his new stomping grounds and raising some holy hell in our inemitable way (look up inenimitable..whatever I mean there means that yes, we all blew in and did our peace for days on end when ronnie and georgie -named a dog after that guy - way back to tom nixon and co..well I guess I helped lay the groundwork on that exploit - and how can you have your kids running the company when you can give them ebri tip in da book to see dey gets it ripe??
going to be watching with meathooks tenderlois and magnifying glasses up the yin and the yang..considering which I gave most a dat op to be wher eI am now, headed down the pike to see if we can play in the corn pasture with all the sendentaries that think it was a good idea to make America a GRAPE again
ask my surrounding forest about the fruit without a 'g'...ask 'em
ask 'em if they ever gonna tell we forest on different worlds and we gotta back our block with more of the g without the fruit...you know...that??
we're goin'...we're goin' into the sunset being ridiculous wearing what I was thinking about falling asleep last night, my sailor's wool pants for one, prolly lots of knitted caps all around I made with wegwarmers (read wigwams eh?) and uggs if nothing else because dey kool...it was about being cool in a cold world, not totally a pastichen because I stood in front of the shop window absolutely starving down to the pit of my belly and then took my last six bucks (even then it was six bucks for wunch)...and bought their potato soup and what 'blota'...liverwurst on white rye...so I'd be sustained
gotta say this next Rusdie book is kind junken...my word






that's how it was back in the way that's what blew it up going gaga for dana and using him now as my everloving password every time I make a purchase with my darn ol debit card..'dana' dana dana...
should a bin Donnie Politte aka Donald Trump ie...is who he is but definitely sabotaged by the one an only vee knows who..who masquerades as the Queen of Egypt and it is about  Queens isn't it and does ol Donnie Boy have the knards to tackle the ball isn't he really schottish? I tink so...we used to get so fried up together and he'd be pitt and varnish half the night talk about grapes then he'd get up at 3 am to cut a few more he was a terror and I know first hand about that but once he gave me seventy bucks to takee a tlhhe said he wanted me to be his relief pitcher in case the Queen was snippin' 'em too close and' said I WANNAGET PAID and guess what his sweet little tucker hasn't been seen or herd of in these parts ever since but once in a while the fisherman NKD shows up and gets a wham bam thank you mam and I noticed wiping my coosh one day recently after he'd been in for a tuneup that there was this yella glob a her smish in my twat drip as if it were going to set up housekeeping there and turn into chicken fry steaks all around for what's left of DOS in USSR...that's what
what's what


been watching the knews via time machine...keebord flipped upside down and backward keping up with my toilet habits/bedmaking fingerfreezing morning ttying to decide what's for breakfast after a big chicken fry last night seems like a grapefruit would be in order as there's potluck lunchies

so meantime back to the ranch why it's important to be ther when Donnie gets shacked to the Queen for good...he's been rubbing it in my face for the last few years used to be we'd meet for the night maybe at his house dance naked drink smoke pot his 'coach' gave him he was a footballer then prolly still is 'the eagles' he laughs I'm supposed to understand the wicked grape part isn't him and I'm the doc doin  the brain sturgenry

maybe he just wants to knoww that I know that the last few hundred years of unfaithmen have all met with the same fate, small balls and no dick

so am I accusing him of actually running with the Queen, nah...he's a good enough egg in his own way I gotta do some cleaning of some places this am I was thinking before I collect my twash and serve it up (lasagna, mac salad, fried chickens maybe..this keyboard likes to just the keys and land the words elsewhere from where they belongen

getting more a handle on it but fingers are numb purely ramifications here brad goom jan goom Russell are all yelling for me to throw their names in the ring was Russell always was the hunk in the Donnie oh yeah, what a serious issue of a man and how the scarecrow is going to hold the office with the glubber at the wheel is what I see about make America Grape again was so mad election night rallied the troops to get out der an fite and hopefully burnie knows what that is all about knows about the serious man thing and how that is the most precious element of all of this LEGEND and bowie and so on make it right make it America the Grape into the future not make sense my sensimillia

and so on...there's work to be done for sure and we're heading into the sky on the wings of flight find that this afternoon we will...according to the great world of GARP and so forth yeah...here it goes luxury abounds in the principles of Eden and we'll listen to the STanding Rock people on that one
all elected...rambling...it's about Donnie and the Queen man..we made it and we hate how we got here and we endured many nights of her trying to find the tissue and coming up with that one little yellow spookum and proclaimed for all the world when the egg fell out of me an Georgie...

hear I iss...

and I hope this is weird enough to understand because I wish to be there when it all comes down to nothing like they don't think I understand what taking out the Great Wall brick by brick means?????
I did my time man..I was there and he was wiff me ebry step a da way...thank you dylan thank you DH

amen Jesus I'll make sure I make mass when I'm back in DC...promise, if I stay that long I'll go to St. Matts it's on the way in fact I'll go there to say a prayer because it was a haunt of mine day and night a prayer in a pew...used to be wide open maybe no so anymore on the steppe then?  hehe

everybody line up for DOS!!!liberation is at hand....

we're passing out tickets for one way to Mars...get off this planet before the Alder represent the current world...meanwhile...
they don't call me kweenofkaos for nuthin...