Mr. Smarty Pants was a more frequent poster on this blog...frantic about posting new and more current nonsense as fast as possible....but i've fallen into a rythm. Thanks to a combination of fatigue, melancholy, nonchalance and laziness i now post when i feel like it. Screw all of you.
Ya want a constant flow of bullshit all the time..?? Watch FOX News, read the Post, take a laxative.
This was a particularly exhausting week at the hospital. The caseload of patients was high, the functional (and sometimes mental) status of the patients was low. The Hospital has now become just another industry where the bottom line is profit. The word "reimbursement" is now the mantra. Reimbursement is the Dark side of the Force. As it stands..."comatose" patients who haven't ambulated since Reagan was president are getting joints replaced because occasionally it's paid for. This being the equivalent of placing brand new Pirelli tires on an automobile lacking an engine.
Why..?? Because it's covered. Now of course there are many people out there who need a joint replacement and the essential rehabilitation that follows but they simply don't qualify because they need:
a) Better health insurance
b) Be in worse physical health
c) Be wealthy
d) Any combination of the three.
and of course...
e) Have a friend on the Board of Directors.
One of Mr. Smarty Pants employers' competition...the Hospital for Special Surgery supposedly doesn't accept Medicare or Medicaid in order to meet the bottom line.
I.E. : screw you poor people...or those on a fixed income.
Imagine...hospitals that don't accept the Federal method of payment. Not that i can entirely blame them. The government methods and means of reimbursing medical institutions has become such a joke that it might actually be a good idea for a smart business not to deal with them at all.
Kinda like dealing with the Mob....best to avoid it entirely or you'll be paying for it beyond your means in one manner or another till the end of time.
In the media:
Kendra wins "The Apprentice" over Tana Goertz. Yay. Mr. Smarty Pants was a bit peeved since i could not fine Kendra's last name on the web. So we'll just have to call her Kendra by that one name. Like she's the Lion King or something. Not that i care who won either way...i was watching the Tarantino directed finale of CSI. That was fun.
But in the spirit of making fun of the "Apprentice" i wanted to list the top five reasons she was chosen as the new "Apprentice" as per The Donald...
#5- Firmer buttocks.
#4- Firmer breasts.
#3- Has no children that we know of.
#2- She's a young woman. Donald isn't into MILF's.
#1- She's white.
Can you wait till Martha does the show for a season..?? Nothing like kissing the ass of a successful ex-con in order to move up in the world. The message being that if you fall in the range between a pompous idiot with bad hair and Nero as an interior decorator; and a self important decorator who believes that her decor can shape world events (and wears an ankle bracelet with GPS)...then you are on the right path of success.
Kinda makes you miss the days when drug dealers with flashy cars and clothes were the status quo al la "Miami Vice". At least you knew who the bad guys were.
Ahh...the good old days....(sniffle...)
Democrats continue their filibuster of Republican supreme court nominee's at the risk of losing that ability altogether. But it's part of the strategy ya know. How can Mr. Smarty Pants explain this in laymans terms...hmmm...lemme think.....oh...i have it....here it is. Get it..??
Meanwhile in Iraq everything is going as planned so don't worry. The same with Social Security and healthcare...everything is gonna be alright....it's all overblown. Just watch some tv or go to the mall. It's all under control. Just get some sleep..watch NASCAR...No problemo.
Mr. Smarty Pants has so much to say...so much going on. I want to see Revenge of the Sith and comment more on the correlation between the Human race and Mr. Magoo....but ...
"Who's woods these are i think i know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it's queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there's some mistake
The only other sounds a sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely dark and deep,
But i have promises to keep,
And miles to go before i sleep,
And miles to go before i sleep."
-Robert Frost
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