For some reason, I’ve been noticing signs a lot lately. Signs of the apocalypse. Signs on buildings. Signs in general. Today’s curiosity was a Yogurt Shack. Signs said “Do not touch” on an award thingie by the door shaped like a guitar that, trust me, everyone wanted to touch. On the door said “No Restrooms”, “No Pets” read another sign and yet another one in the window said “We reserve the right to refuse service to anyone”. Not one sign that said “Welcome”, “Open” or “Come on in”. I also went to the Contra Costa County Recorder’s office today. There wasn’t a single sign telling me that I had found the right building but every parking space was marked “Employee Only”. So I parked on the street and then tried to use an entrance that said “Staff Only”. That same sign was on the elevator. Apparently, you assholes forgot who you work for. Here’s a hint, it’s Us, the Taxpayers, we pay your salary and it’s about damned time you paid some proper attention to us.
What’s this I hear? The Alliance and Financial and Investors and, and, and…Cobra checks not being cashed and oops! Thanks for playing our game but you have no health insurance? Do I need to bring out the Kangaroo here? Mercury isn’t administering it like they’re supposed to be?Â Not good. As a matter of fact, bad. Speaking of health insurance, my Cobra for my single all by my self dumb ass is $446 a month. WTF said the Kangaroo. So I have endeavored to get health insurance on my own. Get this…I am a risk and they want to charge 150% to insure me. That’s right, 150% of the premium for me. Why? Good question. Last time I had this problem I offered to kick Blue Cross’s CEO’s ass in the parking lot. If I won, they had to insure me. Seemed as logical to me as their asinine underwriting policies. I’m high risk because of my weight and the fact that the Amateur Manager nearly gave me a heart attack last winter. I’m not sure how some ass klown like that guy can run someone into the ground like he tried to do to me and then the insurance industry can say “sorry, thanks for playing our game” because my body couldn’t handle the emotional abuse. The Bloodless Empire should be embarrassed for having a guy like him on the payroll. And they should be paying my insurance at this point. But seriously, what’s wrong with a country that this kind of bullshit can go on and now I have no health coverage? (All you Mercury folks are twisting in the wind with me) When I was in Germany I sprained an ankle, bad. I went to a Doctor. He fixed it. My out of pocket? Zero. Yeah, we don’t want that here. We want to pay a bunch of extra money to a bunch of companies to make a bunch of money they don’t deserve by telling people that they can’t have the surgery that they need or the medicine that they need. Yeah, that’s a better plan. I hate to have to utter these words, but Hillary was right. She was right 16 years ago and we’re too ignorant to see it.
At this point y’all are asking “What’s the Wine Dog drinking?” Funny you should ask. B.R. Cohn Silver Label Cabernet Sauvignon. $60 at Bing Crosby’s. The best deal on the menu. Berry, black cherry and vanilla. We had it with the pork chop. Perfect match.
A little light reading
Why I lost the battle in my own house:
And in lieu of Olympic coverage this evening: