Tuesday, January 22, 2013

Tuesday

(Hi Mart is a popular Korean electronics store.)

Yesterday, the Dragon Lady drove to Hi-Mart.  She paid three hundred dollars for a Phillips air-fryer.  The machine cooks food without using oil.  Her first meal was French fries.

She said, "Dese flies taste so wonda-pul.  Rook.  Dey not gleasy."

I said,  "Three hundred dollars?  That's crazy."

"It not clazy.  Dey had da sale.  Tree hundred dolla very cheap."

I didn't argue.  I just smiled and nodded.  I'm marvelous that way.

I downloaded a film called West of Memphis.  It's a riveting documentary about three slow-witted country boys from rural Arkansas.   They were railroaded for a triple homicide many years ago.  

Their original trial was literally a witch hunt.  No evidence existed.  They were accused of being goofy young satanists and spent nearly two decades in prison for dressing in black and listening to heavy metal music.  I kid you not.

The moral of the story is quite simple.  If you enjoy Metallica, move to California.  The entire state of Arkansas should hang its head in shame.  What a travesty of justice.

I paid homage to the Christ God.  I said the Lord's Prayer on bended knees.  I'm tired of living like a pagan.  I submit.

I went to bed at 7 a.m.  I woke up at 3 p.m.  I drank coffee and read the paper.  The majority of South Koreans no longer feel that they're part of the middle class.  Wages are in decline and household debt is skyrocketing. 

Don't believe all the hype you hear about Asia.  This place is a pressure-cooker.  These poor saps kill themselves quite frequently.  The citizens have no guns.  So they jump out of windows instead.

I turned on Fox News.  Greta interviewed Pat Buchanan.  He said that the American middle class is dying because all the manufacturing jobs were shipped overseas.  I believe him.  Labor got thrown under the bus in favor of capital.  Plain and simple.

It's currently 6:50 p.m.  I'm relaxing on my sofa and waiting for dinner.

Anyway, talk to you later.  God bless.

10 comments:

  1. Mr. Smith, you work overseas instead of in the U.S. Same as I do. Do you feel like you got thrown under the bus? Would you have the same job opportunity if you had stayed in the States?

    As a humble butt-wiper, I would. However, I'd be worked a lot harder, with more patients to handle, more paperwork to fend off potential lawyers, and the patients would be sicker. Nobody gets into an American hospital unless they're a superannuated basket case. And unless I was in a state with good unions, which narrows it down mostly to New York and Clownifornia, I would not be making as good salary as I did in Australia and Canada.

    So U.S. butt-wiping = job security in slave working conditions. Socialism = decent wages in good conditions. Most importantly, it's better for the patients because they do not have to lie for a long time covered in their own shit or writhing in pain because their nurse has six other critically ill patients to deal with at the same time she's filling out page after page of useless paperwork to show lawyers that yes, we were doing our job correctly, so don't sue us.

    As much as I like Ron Paul's ideas about keeping government out of my private life, you gotta admit the "no protectionism" economic ideas the libertarians like him have pushed are what destroyed the American middle class. And as much as I despise Pat Buchanan for being a Nixon-loving thug, I like some of his economic ideas. If there could only be a mash-up of the parts of Paul and Pat that I like, it would make a Republican who I wouldn't have to hate.

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    1. I always thought nurses did pretty well.

      It's a great profession.

      You're probably just having a bad day.

      Service is man's highest calling.

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    2. No, I was having a good day. It's usually good on the psych ward here. I love my job! The medical ward was harder, more shit and IV meds and Code Blues, but any hospital unit in Canada is better to work at than its equivalent in the U.S. I was mainly reflecting sadly on how the average American worker is flogged like a dog and has no job security. It's a shame. American workers used to be the envy of the world, but they're creeping closer to Chicom conditions now.

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    3. Being a psych nurse sounds fun.

      You're the male Nurse Ratched.

      Do you let the loonies watch the World Series?

      Peace.

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    4. No no -- not Nurse Ratched! She was the cunt who got Nicholson's character lobotomized. I'm usually jovial, sympathetic (except when I have to lay down the law -- somebody's gotta be the grown-up) and cracking jokes about current events, trying to throw a positive vibe into a dreary situation. Partly it's to make the patients feel like someone is friendly to them instead of coldly clinical; partly it's so if one of them freaks out and decides to attack a staffer, they won't go for ol' Bukko because he's the nice one.

      Being on the psych ward is better than the medical ward because on the latter it was a constant struggle to ward off death, but our victories were only temporary. Work on a ward for a year and you see many of the same patients coming back because their cancer or kidney failure or chronic obstructive pulmonary disease never goes away; we just get them past the latest crisis. I call it the "circling the drain phenomenon" (but never when I was talking to other nurses). The poor patients would spin around and around the drain of death like water flowing out of a bathtub, but eventually they'd go down it. As will we all. Just hope that it's quick.

      Psych is more fun because so much of it involves hanging out and talking with loopy people. Often they're angry and anti-social, but I can deal with that because I can "control the mind-space." I have a firm grip on my own sanity, so their madness does not rattle me. I can't claim to be totally calm all the time -- we all have our bad days -- but usually I can get in touch with my inner Zen.

      And I LOVE talking with the paranoid schizophrenics, who many of the other nurses find disturbing. But I know all the paranoids' conspiracy theories, being more than a little (justifiably) paranoid myself. Some paranoid conspiracy theories are real -- LIBOR, anyone? Not that I agree with all of them, but the schizos like it when they have someone who knows their frame of reference, and doesn't just roll their eyes.

      P.S. Yes, we do let them watch the Series, and Super Bowl, etc. Hockey is big here, of course. Having a TV is considered one of their human rights. As is having a phone to the outside world, even though some of them use that to call 9-1-1 repeatedly to make bogus complaints. I would hate to be a 9-1-1 operator. They must deal with so much bullshit. Reading the case histories of patients, the way that many of them come to the attention of the authorities is when they're phoning the police to report the poison gas their neighbours are pumping into their apartments or similar fantasies.

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    5. My retirement plan?

      I plan to commit a crime in Canada.

      Then I shall spend the remainder of my life in a nice cushy jail cell.

      Now that's living.

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  2. P.S. If all of Korea is a pressure cooker, maybe they'd be better off if they were an air fryer. I'm a foodie, but I never heard of those. I'm gonna have to Oogle that.

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    1. My air-fryer is fantastic.

      In fact, I just whipped up some French fries.

      The machine is suited for simpletons like me.

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  3. OK, now I know a bit more. When I was watching this video about the AirFryer it was hard to focus because I was grooving on the Scottish guy's accent. But the reviews I read online make it out to be pretty good. I might get one, but not soon. I'm planning on moving back to Australia later this year, where the voltage is different. Maybe Down Under, mate.

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    1. You sound nervous about the move.

      It'll be ok.

      At least they speak English.

      Peace.

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Thanks for stopping by. Smith.