The COVID Carnival Diaries: My Recent Experience at my Local VA Clinic

So it’s been a minute since I have been to my local VA Outpatient clinic. Since the COVID carnival began I have made it a point to make every effort to stay away from the place if I could help it, but as my bad luck would have it I had my annual check-up come up so I had no choice but to go.

Having no ideal what to expect, I arrived fifteen minutes early and walking up the front door I could tell the Carnival ride was about to begin.

A large woman in FULL PPE gear and scrubs (including a mask with a plastic face guard) topped off with an orange reflective crossing guard vest with the word “MONITOR” across the front (Not sure the reason for this?) stood at the front door with a very serious look and as I approached she said “HALT” like I was some kind of Russian saboteur.

“Sir do you have an appointment today?”

“Yes”

“Please stand still while I take your temperature”

She then proceeded to use a Laser Temperature gun and from a distance of around ten feet proceeded to shoot a laser at my forehead.

Due to most likely GROSS operator error this process had to be repeated several times until finally she got the number she was looking for I guess.

“Proceed to the next station” she said sternly.

Looking at her like the rude idiot bitch she was I then turned around and walked inside.

This is where shit got weird.

Inside On the floor were flourescent green arrows guiding you to another flourescent green queue barrier like in an airport ticket line (What’s with all these Reflector Vest and flourescent green? Do they think the general public is blind?)

Once inside this flourescent cattle stall you had to stand in line on another flourescent circle six feet apart and wait your turn for yet another interview.

This one you had to step in front of a Computer monitor with a camera on top. First thing it did was take your temperature then it listed all these questions on the screen (in tiny print) we all have answered a million times: Have you recently travelled to China? Do you currently have any symptoms? blah, blah, blah. But here was the weird part: To Answer “NO” you had to raise your left hand by your face and then they took a picture of you!

“Where do these pictures go?” I asked one of the attendants wearing a “MONITOR” vest.

“In the cloud I guess” she answered rudely, not showing one bit of concern.

I stared at her for a long minute considering if I really wanted to take the effort to show her what an idiot she was and decided against it. I was already tired of this bullshit.

Anyways, after all this I finally got to check in for my appointment.

Later on I was talking to another vet about it and he said they are calling this Left Hand by your face the “Fauci Salute?”

Talk about Orwellian!

This shit is getting out of hand folks.

We need to give these totalitarian bastards the Left Hand Middle Finger by our Face.đź–•

Enough is Enough.

Documentaries Worth a Damn: Bastard’s Road

‘Bastards’ Road’ follows veteran’s 5,800-mile walk across US to bring attention to mental health

 

As a Veteran I will tell you we need more Documentaries like this.

It was a TOUGH watch at times but it was well worth it!

2/4 The Magnificient Bastards! Semper Fi!

You can watch the documentary HERE.

(WARNING: Be sure and use some type of pop-up and Ad Blocker when streaming).

 

The Story of the Buddy Poppy

Before Memorial Day in 1922, we conducted our first poppy distribution, becoming the first veterans’ organization to organize a nationwide distribution. The poppy soon was adopted as the official memorial flower of the Veterans of Foreign Wars of the United States, as it remains today.

During our 1923 encampment, we decided that VFW “Buddy”® Poppies would be assembled by disabled and needy veterans who would be paid for their work to provide them with financial assistance. The next year, disabled veterans at the Buddy Poppy factory in Pittsburgh assembled VFW Buddy Poppies. The designation “Buddy Poppy” was adopted at that time.

In February 1924, we registered the name Buddy Poppy with the U.S. Patent Office. A certificate was issued on May 20, 1924, granting our organization all trademark rights in the name of Buddy under the classification of artificial flowers. We’ve made that trademark a guarantee that all poppies bearing that name and the VFW label are genuine products of the work of disabled and needy veterans. No other organization, firm or individual can legally use the name Buddy Poppy.

Today, our Buddy Poppies are still assembled by disabled and needy veterans in VA Hospitals.

The VFW Buddy Poppy program provides compensation to the veterans who assemble the poppies, provides financial assistance in maintaining state and national veterans’ rehabilitation and service programs and partially supports the VFW National Home For Children. Show your support today. Host a Buddy Poppy drive in your town, or have your local government issue a special proclamation.

Hear from those who assemble the mighty little flowers in “The Veterans Behind the Buddy Poppy” video.

Please Support your Local VFW!

In Memoriam: 70 Veterans Dead from the Wuhan Bat Flu

Nearly 70 veterans killed in ‘horrific’ outbreak at Massachusetts elder care facility

Me and my Family would like to extend our Deepest Condolences and Prayers to all the families of these Brave Men who Served our Country.

Regardless of how they Died, they will ALWAYS be Heroes in my book for how they LIVED.

Semper Fi.

 

Incoming Illegal Immigrants Provided Better Living Conditions than U.S. Homeless

If it is true that a nation will be judged on how well it treats it’s Veterans, this nation is in for some SEVERE Judgement.

 

STRAIGHT LINE LOGIC

In a perfect world governments wouldn’t be providing anyone with shelter, except the military. However, if governments go into the shelter business, shouldn’t US citizens rather than illegal immigrants have first claim? From Steve Lamb at cfpup.org:

skid row

After an absence of nearly 40 years, I visited Skid Row in Los Angeles. In my Pentecostal youth, I volunteered to provide services to the folks who lived there. They were predominantly WWII and Korean War male veterans, mostly white, single and alcoholics.

The world has changed. In 1970, L.A. County had a population of 7 million; today it’s about 10.3 million. When I helped on Skid Row, there were about 1,500 people living there, and the population of down & out was largely limited to that area.

Today there are 60,000 homeless throughout L.A. County, with 5,000 on Skid Row, maybe higher. The situation in Skid Row became so…

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