This Shit Just Keeps Gettin' Deeper

Well.... It's Gettin' close to WWIII time at the 'ole Angry Brady homestead. Of course, when isn't it? I might add.

So, I get home today; other than getting to see my wonderful dog, I pick up the mail. EAAANNNTT!!! Wrong move! I should leave these things to someone more qualified and level-headed, like my lovely wife. So, anyway... I get two letters from this absolutely shitty insurance company (Starbridge) my employer has for us employee's. I open the  first letter and it tells me they're not covering this doctor I've been seeing. No explanation.... My neck's startin' to twitch. Letter number two. This one wants me to provide the company with any dr. I may have seen in the last 6 months and any medication I may have used. To top it off; they want to remind me that any misleading or omitted information, (I hear the Prisoner opening credits ringing in my head), will get me fined and/or thrown in the Clink! Of course at this point I'm none too happy! So I decide to call this fucked, piece of shit, provider!! The robot of a 'customer care RAPEresentitive' tells me in the most monotone drone (hell I rhyme!), 'this is to make sure you don't have any preexisting conditions'. Which in turn, I comment that they haven't made any such requests of me concerning my primary! What gives? No good explanation on that end.. I hang up... And the gerbil starts doing his paces in my little brain...

WHAT THE FUCK!!! Why do we put up with this shit?!?! Fucking wars that cost billions, bailing out severely starched, tight-assed big wigs, propping up miserably  designed  cars that suck enormous amounts of petrol that American auto makers try to peddle, moving jobs over seas so we can buy cheap fucking trinkets from Wally World, etc, etc, ad nauseam!! So you and I can, what, have shitty insurance that we not only pay an arm and a leg for, but that we get treated as criminals?! To have to mortgage our homes and spend our entire life savings to put our rug rats through some bullshit college, so they can get a fucking masters degree to be able to say , "would you like fries with that BigCrack?" 

Doesn't anyone else see this shit?!?! Or are you too doped up on SSRI's and Ambien, watching that One-Eyed-Brainsucker, and beating it to the latest Jenna Jameson porno to care?!!! Does anyone even spend the time to read this puny rant? THAT's an even bigger question, better left for another time.

Listen people, when you gonna wake up and smell the Napalm? Does ole' Scratch have to come knocking on your door, saying he's got a real good deal for ya', if you just sign this little document...? Or maybe you already have. :(

It may seem as though I'm off on a tangent, but this really (and pretty much everything else that I've spewed about for the last couple months) is about US, YOU and I, giving up what little freedoms we may or may not still have, in order to chase each other up the ziggurat that goes nowhere, but to some materialistic oblivion!! Listen, as the old saying goes, absolute power, corrupts absolutely!  The more we allow the government, big pharma, insurance companies, credit providers, etc. to dictate to us what we'll wear, what will drive, how we'll take care of our health, where we'll shop, the less we can remain individual's and have a differing view-point! AND, the big AND,the less personal control we have over our own lives in general.

You just THINK your free!!! Wake form your slumber!! Get mad! Or as the movie say's "Im mad as hell! And I'm not gonna take it anymore!"