Today I learned that I have apnea. Not obstructive apnea perse, but what is known as central apnea. A medical assistant noted that my breathing is shallow and slow, which likely explains my lack of energy. Means I will be getting an xPAP, and maybe even supplemental oxygen. Though in the latter case it’ll most likely be a respirator of some kind.
Me with energy, that’ll be a change.
So the lesson for the day is, if somebody says your breathing is shallow, get it checked out, and get it done yesterday
On the page linked to above are a number of links to stories on the HepA calamity. The impression I get is, our PTBs royally fucked up. People in the halls of power showed a base and vile hatred of people who just happened to be in dire straits, and very often such straits because certain parties just had to restrict life in this city to the priveleged few.
In case you haven’t heard, San Diego CA aint a gated community and can never be a gated community. The US Supreme Court wouldn’t tolerate such a thing.
I’m expecting a class action suit against certain parties, with the class being the citizens of San Diego as a whole. And part of the settlement will mean an expansion of rail lines north and the establishment of a new one east. Our civic puritans are going to hate it.
It comes down to this; life will never be pristine and you will never be able to restrict where people live, especially not in a prime location.
One last thing. When next you wonder just where our HepA epidemic came from, thank the city fathers of San Diego.
We decided we didn’t need to provide public lavoratories, which left people with no place to poop and piss. Even those with a home and a toilet since emergencies are going to pop up at the most inopportune time.
It comes down to prejudice, the belief that those who aren’t like us deserve to be treated like trash. We refuse to accept the fact that people come in all conditions and that maltreatment of the other costs us in ways we really can’t afford. Seems to me that our slogan has become, “Millions for hospitalization, not one penny for shit cans.”
I find myself in the need of a little assistance. At the present I’m paying $768 a month in rent on a stipend of $895 a month when the governent says I should only be paying something like $268.50. Means I could use help with food and clothing.
Lacking teeth at this moment means I can’t eat everything. Being a large individual means the right clothing is hard to find at thrift stores and the like. And then there are things such as web space I need to pay for if I’m to have this blog—fortunately that’s just $10 a month.
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By now you’ve likely heard of a guaranteed monthly income—GMI—where taxes paid by companies using automation go to pay the population. According to the stories I’ve heard the recommended amount is $1,000 a month. Hate to tell you this, that’s not enough.
One thousand dollars a month don’t even get you close to the poverty rate in this country. Hell, two thousand a month still won’t get you close, but it would get you a lot closer. In addition, an additional $2,000 dollars a month would mean not having to rely on government assistance for food, shelter, and medicine as much as we do now.
That would mean less bureaucracy and fewer bureaucrats because there would be less paperwork.
And keep in mind that what bureaucrats do currently could be handled by machines. Keeping track of records is something that could be easily automated, and that means tens of thousands of clerks going out of a job. The cost of paperwork would collapse, meaning the cost of government could fall—though that is not necessarily guaranteed.
In addition, make sure the COLA increases every year, otherwise we’ll end up with the old problems again.
And an apology to you all, I know there’s more to be said about this, but right now I’m not getting my thoughts organized. So as the line from West Side Story put it, smoke on your pipe and put that in.