Saturday, May 24, 2014

Carnac the Magnificent

"Atom Bomb, Charles Manson, Hepatitis C"
Carnac the Magnificent says as he holds the envelope to the side of his head.

He lowers the envelope, carefully tears the envelope open at one end, blows into the envelope and removes the piece of paper nestled inside. He reads the following:
"What are 3 things that will kill you deader than hell?"

Dateline: 1971, Orlando Naval Training Center. Company 071. I was a Squad Leader. It was my responsibility to make sure my squad met all required appointments... including inoculations.

Now you have to remember, this was at the height of that nasty little war, the Vietnam Conflict, which was born from the Gulf of Tonkin Incident, a false flag incident initiated by our Gubmint. Soldiers and Sailors were considered nothing more than fodder for a meat wall.

But alas... I digress.

Ah... the Gubmint... thoughtful people. They used the shotgun inoculation type thingy. It looked something like this...

Photo: If you were in the military during the Vietnam Era, and your boot camp experience looked anything like this picture... PLEASE, do yourself a favor and get yourself tested for Hepatitis C Virus... the injection guns that were very popular back then, transferred dirty blood from one recruit to the next. And whatever you do, DO NOT let them convince you that HCV is from intravenous drug use... and if you don’t believe me, Google it.
The government is ever so slowly starting to turn around on this issue. So if you are a Veteran, please make sure you go through the V.A. so that it’s documented and treated… and yes… there are medications out there that, if you happen to be in the lucky 60%, you can actually get cured.

Here's how it works... you're the first person in line... you're fairly safe, depending on the efficiency of the sailor in charge of sterilization of the "gun.” However, if you are anywhere past the first person, you are subject to any blood born disease from every person before you.

Let me stop here and tell you a little story about my experience with the "Shot" gun method of inoculations.

Half way through boot camp, my entire Company was taken down to Sick Bay after it was announced that we had all been exposed to Contagious Hepatitis. It had not been identified as Hepatitis C yet.... just contagious Hepatitis.

After receiving a HUGE shot of something in my posterior (I could have said ass, but I'm not the kind of person to just throw out random four letter words.. I know...ass is a three letter word) we were dismissed, and it was never mentioned again.

My teens and twenties happened to fall in the 60's and 70's. It was a great time to be alive. The whole world changed. Did I experiment with Street Pharmacology? Why yes I did. Did I smoke shit? Yes I did. Did I put shit up my nose? Yes I did. Did I ever use a needle? Fuck no. Wait; let me rephrase that, FUCK NO!!!! I was young, and made stupid mistakes... but stick a needle in my arm? NO... FUCKING... WAY.

Ten years later, 1981, I came home from work, felt like total shit. I was tired, more tired than I should be. My pelvic affiliate at the time said, "You look like shit.” (I'm paraphrasing here... poetic license if you will). Of course I thanked her (at least I think I did... I'm pretty sure anyway). Off to the doctor I went. After relieving me of 3 or 4 gallons of blood, the results came back. The diagnosis was Hepatitis C.

Thirty-eight years later, 2009, I started Interferon treatment for Hep C. Forty-eight weeks of self-injected Interferon and a shit load of pills. Forty-eight weeks of pure fucking hell. My viral count went down so low, it was undetectable. Two months after the end of the treatment, my viral count went up higher than it was before the treatment.

Forty-two years later, 2013 I was diagnosed with Liver Cancer. Three tumors and the biggest one was 4.8 cm. My options are as follows: Option 1, get a new liver... a liver transplant and live another 15 or 20 years. Option 2, die. Because of the size of the biggest tumor, they said I would have about 5 years max... then its Tango Uniform... TU... Tits UP... in other words, a dirt nap. I’ve considered both options.

Forty-three years later, 2014 I am on the transplant list. I’ve been off and on the list since January, 2014. I’m hoping to actually get the transplant sometime in September or October... but it could be next year before it happens or even the year after that.
If you really want to learn more about this potential Veteran killer, clickety click here here.

OK America... that is all...


Monday, January 14, 2013

Dreams of Stardom...

My dreams of becoming a Rock and Roll star came and went.
I have managed to get myself into a working band and it's farookin' awesome.

More to come...

Hey Blonde
Hey T...


Monday, January 30, 2012

Rain, Reign, Rein...

though I hate it on the bike
my garden loves it

reign, sovereign rule
is that the basis for our
type of government

horse's steering wheel
rein, don't turn it right or left
you will go nowhere.

Sunday, January 29, 2012



Now relax. Wow, I was under for quite awhile wasn't I.
You see, I'm secretly an agent of the Internet Gamer Nationally Organized Referendum Against Neural Transmissions.


I've been undercover in an online game called Dragons of Atlantis (aka DOA). I am called... well... I can't tell you that or I'd have to kil... never mind.

All of those games are the same, you build your cities, build an army and then you go wipe out someone who just spent weeks building his city and army. It's like real life almost!!

Oh yeah... I'm on 3 different servers/realms in DOA... and I've also started another game called Thirst of Night. It's almost exactly like DOA, except I'm a vampire... and instead of a dragon... I have a gargoyle...

I need help don't I.....

Tuesday, December 13, 2011

Oh Boy!

Christmas is coming... and gift giving and seeing friends and blah, blah, blah, blah...

Come on January!!

Monday, December 12, 2011

Silver, A Haiku

What is this Silver?
A lining on a dark cloud,
or pocket lining?

Silver Christmas Tree
Nostalgic beyond belief
Its'n my living room...

Sunday, October 9, 2011

I only thought...

I guess I fooled myself into thinking the funeral was closure. My sisters and I have been cleaning out Mom's house. Everything we touch brings back memories... stirs emotions... and causes tears to flow. I'm not sure at this time if closure is a reality. I've always heard losing someone is something you never get over, but must learn to live with... if that's the case, closure is a fantasy...