Diaries of the Beast

The Check Was Not Cut on Wedneday

Next Wednesday finally came around. "Worker Bee #2", kept checking her computer to see if insurance company X paid up.

But the wait was in vain.

The check didnt show up on the flickering screen.

It was getting close to quitting time.

Panic began to set in. Bee #2 popped a Klonopin, and began to think of how she was going to explain her failure. Bee #2 knew there were unseen eyes upon her, waiting. A lot of them in fact. It seemed incredible to her that some far off company, an institution listed on the New York Stock Exchange, more valuable and powerful than most third world countries, and utterly oblivious to the mounting angst of a worthless funtionary in one of a thousand hospitals they dealt with on an houly basis, had the ability to completey change her life by not paying the GODAMN MONEY!!!!!

Bee #2 sat watching the clock.

John Palmer sat in the"not yet again dead" folder, awaiting eternal bliss.

The clock struck 5:00.

The check never appeared.

It was like a dream to Bee #2.

But it wasnt a dream.

Bee #2 did not meet her quota, meaning trouble in the morning,  and John Palmer was not going to die again. Not on Wednesday.

Would the check come on Thursday?

Would Bee #2 be redeemed?

No.

Company X employs their own doctors, whose job it is to scan with a fine tooth comb, every single item on John Palmer's hospital bill. The doctor found a possible error in his bill, meaning no check, no funds, were coming outof X's  money hole on that Wednesday. Company X found a loop hole.

And the battle between institutions began all over again.

Just before Bee#2 mournfully left the office, she opened the "not yet again dead" file and looked inside. Palmer sat with his head in his hands, totally bewildered; as bewildered as a "not yet again dead man" can possibly be.

How To Die Twice: Part One

Some things are unavoidable in "this" life. Dying is one of them. Death has it's own protocols; very much a tradition in this country.

You get an incurable illness. The hospital becomes involved. The insurance companies wait (with widening eyes, thinking about their bottom line), families gather with greedy thoughts of inheritence, or humane grief, or a sense of loss.The funeral occurs, and life goes on.

Right?

Wrong.

Death is, in actuality, NOT the end. But the beginning of a "second life". In America, you are not dead, until many people say you are dead.

The death of an American citizen sets off a chain of actions and intereactions, most of them financial in nature, between institutions; including the hospital, insurance companies, the funeral home, a plethora of government agencies (Social Security, Medicare, Medicad, the Labor Department, the Veterans Administration[if you were a veteran], and even the Office of Homeland Security), retail tracking agencies (oh yes, Wal Mart knows!), banks, debt collection agencies, mortage companies, and lawyers (to name only a few).

Thus, until all accounts are closed, lists updated, and the knowledge of your demise is desiminated throughout the entirety of "Amerisystemology", the hole in which you now reside, resembles a civil purgatory.

You may be dead, however, you become "reborn", acquiring, in fact, a "second life", (implying a second death).

One way or the other, the vultures are going to have brunch.

The Dynamic of an American Revolution

Four days are left until election day. Electricity fills the air, as the nation endures the most devisive campaign since 1860. Of course, the methods of communication differ; now, no one is immune from the constant, relentless blather of lies, half truths, fabrications and retrofabrications from the President (a man so far out of his depth , he needs a snorkel, just to breathe), and his Democratic opponent. This is symbolic blood sport at the highest level. Except, it is not symbolic. It is real; as real as the American blood dripping from the severed heads of human beings, and the ambushed soldiers, unprepared, culturally, emotionally, and societally to face SERIOUS warriors, sure of their cause and lathered with the hate of past colonial history, and present day, "Western" imperialism.

Long ago, Americans learned to avoid politics, proving it by voting without passion, and in declining numbers.

But not this year.

The media has provided a truth no propagandist, or "spin meister" can hope to refashion.

Americans may not know how to read or critically think anymore, but they know when they need Vaseline to avoid pain. That is why interest is so high in this election cycle. That is why History screams like a maniac atop a soap box in Hyde Park. The war in Iraq was not the result of the tragedy in New York. It was pre-planned as carefully as Hitler's invasion of Poland. That is a fact, backed by the testimony of witnesses, members of his own Cabinet. the President's invasion of Iraq is a war crime. It is amoral, and shits upon everything this nation supposedly represents. Our President is a nasty little Christian posturing bully. He is lost, and shows it, every time his hooded eyes face the unblinking camera. He cannot admit the truth, because it contradicts the Constitution, the Nuremburg Trials, the World Court, The United Nations, and every tennet of American foreign policy since the Spanish American War.

Additionally, he is willing to ADMIT (by omission) the American election process is a patent fraud. Observe the twisted, crimminal voting process in Florida, a state his own brother governs.

Let me ask you. Would you become complicit in a murder, a bank robbery, a child molestation? Probably not. Then why are you voting for the President? It is tantamount to any of those crimes. Moreover, Kerry is not much better. But he is not a murderer, and springs from a tradition supporting social programs for the elderly, sincere (as opposed to window dressing funding) government support of education, the protection of a growing, defenseless under class, and an HONEST, realistic promotion of the middle class. It is meaningless that Bush and Kerry are two peas in a pod. However, one pea is dumb as a brick and stinks of international crime, while the other actually served his country in war, and sees an America tolerating only so much extant stupidity.

Best regards,

Ookrana