President and Chief Executive Officer of CBS Corporation Moonves and “Amazing Race” Producer Jerry Bruckheimer are Communist Sympathizer Pinkos

So you’re young and stupid and don’t have a clue about American history. You are an expert on TV and can name the entire casts of most reality shows. You spend a majority of your time wasted on Facebook and Twitter. You are the perfect demographic and target for CBS. Catering to your generation, the under 50′s crowd, CBS feeds you bullshit and propaganda to entertain and train your little mind. You simply can’t comprehend why older people get offended. Your teachers never taught you anything other than politically correct horse manure so you learn from the idiot box.

In the communist world, government controls TV content. Fortunately, CBS Pinkos; Moonves and Bruckheimer forgot that in America everyone including the over 50′s crowd can view their shit. Yes, the over 50′s crowd who served their country in WW2, Korea, Vietnam, Iraq and Afghanistan. Mommy never told us to leave the room, cover our eyes and ears, or change the channel during an airing of “Amazing Race.”

In an episode of Amazing Race, contestants go to a B-52 Memorial in Hanoi, Vietnam, which is the wreckage of an American bomber plane shot down during the Vietnam War, to search for a game clue. The wreckage is treated as a background prop, just a piece of metal. No mention of the Americans who died in that crash, not important, just find the clue before someone else does.  The contestants, as stupid as they are, never questioned why they were playing a game around a downed American plane where loyal soldiers gave the ultimate sacrifice.

The show also had contestants learn a song that was performed for them by children in front of a portrait of North Vietnam communist leader Ho Chi Minh, with subtitled lyrics that included “Vietnam Communist Party is glorious. The light is guiding us to victory.”

I urge all intelligent people to stop watching Amazing Race, contact it’s sponsors and demand an apology from Moonves and Bruckheimer. There are 850,00 Vietnam Veterans who would appreciate that.

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Are you really getting reality watching a person pawn a watch, bid on a storage locker, sing a song in front of judges, voyeur the lives of dumb talentless people or watch beautiful young women beg to be seduced by some random guy? To the many mindless who watch this stuff, there can’t be enough of these shows. But is this really true reality?

To me, a real reality show would be something called “Execution Night Interactive”. A show that would choose several death row inmates, do a 60 Minutes type of dossier on each including their earlier childhood years and then the actual crime. Bring in all their former teachers and friends to recite material statements in their defense and of course, make it a real tear jerker.  Simultaneously, telephone and text numbers would flash across the TV screen so that viewers could call in and vote for the inmate who they want to get it on the next week’s show.  A random caller would be chosen to fly in and perform the deed as well select the method. In the case of using the electric chair, viewers would be asked to lower their air conditioners and other wattage drainers so that extra juice can be provided.

How about a show that would place several “survivors” on an island and let them be for several months without cameras, directors or producers, a kind of  ”Lord of the Flies” scenario.  Afterwards a crew of civilian CSI investigators try to identify the body parts. The most correct agent wins an all expense paid trip to Detroit.

For a sports reality show, I would suggest a real “Running Man” where viewers can track the runner with their GPS and interact with the runner and chaser using Twitter and Facebook. 

To offset the cost of these productions, stations would bring back cigarette, booze and all the barred commercial types and scammers.

Now that’s what I call real reality TV and as sick as this all sounds, I’ll bet that the ratings for these shows would be over the top. Do you know why?

I’m sure you or someone you know has a hospital story to tell.  This article will guide you to better survive your hospital experience.

Most hospitals seem to be in a competitive mode these days spending lots of money advertising there wares. It seems that you can’t get past prime time TV without seeing several hospital advertisements. Even in the newspapers full page ads are placed, but in my opinion most hospitals are the same no matter how you cook it. The only thing that will save you is your doctor who practices there.  That is why you chose that hospital in the first place. It wasn’t for the cafeteria or the lobby entrance with all the beautiful fountains and artwork on the walls. Inside most hospitals are a spattering of incompetence that could be deadly to you. On the contrary, there are many good nurses, healthcare professionals and administrators as well, just hope they are the ones working on your case.

Never trust or take for granted any medication, procedure, doctor, medical staff member or hospital worker during your stay. Make sure to always contact your family practitioner first to have any relevant medical history sent to the attending physicians. Obviously during an emergency situation this cannot be done by you so make sure to always have a friend or family member assigned to take care of this. Federal law (HIPAA) protects your privacy and will restrict the release of medical records unless you designate in writing specific people who will be exempt including your spouse. A Power of Attorney should also be assigned just in case you are not able to make decisions on your own. Take care of these tasks TODAY!

Hospitals are necessary. They are institutions where the sick are given medical or surgical care. In some cases they are charitable organizations that offer this same care to the poor and needy. Hospitals can also cause you harm, medically and financially. They are for the most part “profit centers” gouging you and your insurance company like blood thirsty vampires for every dollar they can get. From charging you for a box of tissues to submitting insurance claims of $20,000 dollars for a single Cat Scan, a scam called cost shifting, a practice to recoup money from the uninsured who cannot pay them. “For Profit” hospitals who send you beg mail requesting donations will have no problem hiring a collection agency to go after you if you are late with your payment.

During your stay doctors will appear in your room to ask how you are feeling. The better your insurance company the more doctors will appear. Some might not even get past the door threshold. Make sure you ask them to identify themselves, ask what their specialty is and who referred them to you. Be sure to inform them that you will not pay them if they are bottom dwellers looking for an easy payday. (Your insurance company will pay them anyway but it will make you feel better and that’s what it’s all about, isn’t it?) Make sure you have an advocate with you to question them if you can’t so they don’t order unnecessary tests that you don’t need or duplicate them to cash in.

As you lay in bed lab technicians will come to take your bodily fluids. Ask what the tests are for and who order them. If they return to you room shortly after for more blood, question why they are back so soon. Usually a shift change in staff or a misread in doctors’ orders cause an earlier visit.  Always ask why they are drawing your blood so soon after they just did it. If it’s for a different test ask why it wasn’t done earlier and again ask what doctor wrote the order and why it’s being done. If you’re not sure what’s going on or don’t get a reasonable answer, send them away until you get one. Again if you are unable to ask, have an advocate do the inquiring.

It’s medication time. Make sure you ask what you are being given and why. Make sure you are also given your normal medication that you take at home. Those pills may look different as they might be generic or from a different manufacturer. Always double check the medication and dosage. Again, ask who wrote the order for the medication and why you are being given it. Make sure you record when your medication was given and the timing of the next dose. Never ever take anything without questioning and if you cannot ask have your advocate to do the inquiring.

X-rays or other types of scans might be given to you. Ask why these scans are being given and what doctor gave the order. Ask questions if you are given multiple scans for what you think are duplications. Ask if there was a problem with the first take or if this a new view.

Time for your surgery. You will meet your anesthesiologist for the first time either the night before or right before your surgery. Ask him if his group is in-network with your insurance company. You have the right to refuse his services and request  a doctor who is in your network. If there are none, you may be able to negotiate a better price with your insurance company or doctor but good luck with that. You should have checked ahead of time regarding the in-network status of the hospital and its doctors. Once your doctor has been secured, demand that during your surgery he is not to leave the room to work on other patients. He might get offended but you are paying for his time and service and not for him to leech onto other business especially when you’re on a respirator.

You’re in the surgical waiting room. You will be asked your name and what type of surgery you are having. Make sure a name band in secured to you arm. Your surgeon will meet with you and discuss what will be done. Make sure your surgeon is doing the surgery and not a medical student or resident while under his watch.

Recovery room after surgery follows. You will be in dreamland and most likely never remember anything that is said or done. It is very important to have your advocate present at this time. Although your nurses will be near you like flies to poop, they cannot be there all the time as they have other patients to look out for. Your advocate can provide simple tasks like swabbing your lips to keep them moist, handing you tissues or covering you with blankets.  They can also make sure that your daily medication is not forgotten to be given to you unless ordered otherwise by your doctor.

Back to your room you go. You really don’t want to stay too much longer if you don’t have to and your insurance company loves an early departure, just make sure it’s not too early. You have the right to contest your departure time. There is usually a patient advocate available to discuss this matter but if it was me, I would want out of here before those Streptococcus bacteria’s grab a hold onto me. For now in your room you lay. Here come all those unknown doctors again. Why are they here and what are they doing? Just repeat the process as stated earlier. Throw them out if they are unrelated to your cause.

Here comes the bill, sixteen pages long. Tooth paste, tissues, socks, toilet paper, TV service, telephone charge, pills, IV medication, surgical suite, post surgical suite and many other things you cannot pronounce. If you are on Medicare the bill is probably fifty pages with hundreds of services you have no recollection about. Your doctor’s bills follow. Who are all these guys?

Both the hospital and your insurance company would like nothing better if they could force all doctors on the staff to participate. They cannot. The doctors are free to participate in network or not, as they choose.  There are three specialties where there are always going to be more non-network participating doctors than participating ones; those of radiology, emergency room medicine, and anesthesia. Unlike such specialties as family medicine, dermatology, urology, general and plastic surgery, and so on, these three specialties will not have their “own” practices, but only have the patients that come to them through the hospital. Other specialists will have patients that are unrelated to the hospital; radiologists, anesthesiologists and emergency room specialist do not. As a result, these doctors lose money by participating on insurance networks. The insurance carrier has no responsibility to pay the entire bill of a non-participating provider. They are only responsible for paying what is in the policy. Fortunately they can’t seize your house for an unpaid medical bill. You can negotiate your payments to the hospital. You might even be able to lower the total cost. Give it a try, it doesn’t hurt. They will even take very low payments ( I won’t confess but I bet you can get away with a fin a week) but not so with doctors.

So the bottom line; check out all your doctors for in-network insurance participation, know your rights, ask questions, be demanding and assertive, never trust anything or anyone, don’t just take any test or procedure they suggest for granted and have an advocate (friend or relative)  watch over the hospital process if you are unable. Follow these simple rules and your chances of getting killed during your hospital will be greatly diminished.

It was the end of life for my last Gillette M3 razor cartridge so I headed down to my local pharmacy chain store to replenish my stock. As I shuffled the aisles I came across a monsterous heavy duty plexiglass display. Within it were an assortment of Gillette razor blades and a sign that told me that the only way to get a pack was to see a cashier for assistance. So, after locating a cashier to crack open the safe, I visually inspected the shelves for my trusted Gillette M3 blades but they were nowhere to be found. Under pressure to select a replacement (the cashier was waiting to secure the vault) I chose the Gillette Fusion Pro Glide Razor and 8 blade set. Escorted to the checkout counter by the security guard the razor and cartridges rang up to nearly $50.00. I rejected the sale and walked out of the store. I started to think how lucky the Amish, Hassidim and the Muslims were not having to shave. I needed blades and I needed them yesterday so using my trusty resource, the Internet, I searched for a facsimile of the Gillette M3 blades I used and trusted for years. Then miraculously my quest brought me to the Dorco home page: www.dorcousa.com. I read the many positive reviews and decided to order the SXA5000 & SXA5040 6 blade with trimmer combo pack for $12.37. They arrived in a couple of days. All I can say is “perfectamente!“ The handle was quite robust and had much more weight than the Gillette and the 6 blade razor cartridge shaved smooth as can be. I am now hooked and will re-order more soon.

So what makes the Gillette company charge so much for their blades? Well, they own around 90% of the market, they spend thousands of dollars advertising and you the consumer keep paying these extortionate prices. I do support the free market system but you the consumers are being taken to the cleaners by this company who thinks you need a razor with headlights, vibrating handles and zircon encrusted blades. Give these Dorco blades a try and I am sure you will agree with me. They also make razors for the ladies as well. Let’s all stick it to Gillette for being greedy bastards!

Next time you decide to “cut the cheese” think about the consequences, especially if you do it in New Jersey.

Dave Collins Jr. from Teaneck, NJ was charged with aggravated assault for allegedly pointing a gun at his neighbor for expelling loud farts. The offending eruption was so loud Collins could apparently hear it through the walls of his apartment.  Collins pointing a gun at the flatulent fellow and threatened to put a hole in his head.

Collins, not being a scientist, deduced that placing a hole in the offenders head would create an additional ventilation duct for the noxious methane to bleed off causing squelched fart expulsions. Fortunately for his neighbor, Collins was arrested before the experiment was completed.

New Jersey is the known for their diners and diners are known for their breakfasts. One can feast on a hearty concoction of creamed chipped beef, better known as S.O.S or munch on Scrapple patties made from everything but the oink. Many opt for the famous breakfast sandwich consisting of Taylor ham, fried egg and cheese served in a soft Kaiser roll with or without Ketchup. New Jersey diners offer countless combinations of omelets, pancakes and waffles and we can’t forget the unlimited, never ending fresh hot coffee always poured before you mug is near empty. Your booth seat snuggles your “tush” comfortably thanks to the thousands of patrons before you.  It’s hard not to notice the diner staff constantly moving in some form of organized chaos serving food, cleaning, refilling salt shakers or making fresh coffee. In lightning speed your breakfast arrives piping hot and looks so much like a masterpiece you hate to disturb the contents.

Recently, IHOP came to the neighborhood and my first thought was that the franchise owner must be insane for choosing a location surrounded by several popular diners. In order to compete, this IHOP would have to serve some serious and spectacular feasts so, to satisfy my curiosity, I gave it a try. Maybe I had a senior moment expecting a high quality meal but nothing differentiated this IHOP from all the rest. Dirty floors, poor service, warm coffee from stagnant urns, cold and strange looking scrambled eggs, waffles that emulated frozen Eggos, undercooked pancakes and fake pancake syrup sitting in a sticky grizzly bottles.

It seems crazy that with all the great diners in New Jersey one would opt to eat franchised gruel for breakfast.

Thinking about IHOP for breakfast?  Fuh-Gedda-Boud-Dit

Let’s face it guys, you’ve all done it more than once but never have admitted it, channel surfing for big boobs and long sexy legs on the Telemundo Network. Like a roulette wheel stopping on a winning number and with no understanding of a single word of Spanish you’ve stared fixated, watching those hot women with not even a care about what’s going on. Mesmerized and hypnotized you’ve stared at those hot babes dancing, acting, talking or whatever they’re doing. You’ve even watched the Latin news just to catch a glance of that hot reporter in the mini skirt and low cut blouse. Do you really think even the Hispanics care about drug lord shootings in Mexico or riots in Spain? Then, towards the end of the news the weather girl comes on wearing an outfit from the pages of Fredrick’s of Hollywood.  She’s reporting that the weather in Chihuahua Mexico is 100 degree Celsius but all you just hope for is that she bends down on the map and points to Guatemala. Just at your peak of excitement you hear your wife coming so you reach for the remote control and quickly change the channel just in time. Then, while brandishing a red face and a bead of sweat on your forehead, she stares at you confused and asks “why are you watching SpongeBob?” Oooops

Sheriff Quick Draw McGraw the Mustang horse would have turned 54 today but unfortunately lived a short life, 1959 to 1962. Quick Draw displayed unique talents such as being able to walk upright on his two hind hoofs and play the guitar and fire a six shooter with his two front hooves. With the help of his deputy Baba Looie, the Mexican burro and first documented illegal alien in law enforcement, his bloodhound Snuggles, who hugged himself to near orgasm after eating a dog biscuit reward, saved Texas from all sorts of evil including the deadly Naugahyde Kid.  Quick Draw suffered from a Zorro type schizophrenia and from time to time became El Kabong a masked avenging sort of character. Unfortunately due to the lack of health care in rural Texas at that time, his condition remained untreatable leading to his demise.

During a recent trip to a small southeastern town, in need of a variety of provisions, I stopped at a local “mom and pop” style supermarket. While navigating the 2 aisles I overheard a heated discussion between a shopper and the store’s butcher. Normally I would have just carried on with my business but this conversation seemed extremely hilarious. A man with a Brooklyn New York accent and a butcher with his southern drawl debating about meat is not an everyday occurrence so I stood by and observed.

The man asked the butcher if his steaks come from cow. The butcher replied that his steaks can come from cow, steer or sometimes ox but rarely bull. The man asked “what’s the difference between them all?” The butcher replied “a cow is female and a steer is male.”So what’s an ox?” asked the man. The butcher replied “both female and male.”  Now confused the shopper asked if he ever used bull meat. The butcher replied “not very often as the meat is usually too tough to eat.” The man now looking extremely perplexed then asked the butcher to explain the mating habits of bovine. “A cow mates with a bull and produces a calf also known as veal” tells the butcher to which the man asks “is veal male or female?” “Both” replies the butcher. Now the man being very frustrated says “so, a veal can’t mate with an ox because they are both sexes and an ox can’t mate with a steer because it’s both sexes and a cow would never want to mate with a bull because he’s too tough, is that right?” The butcher looked deeply into the eyes of the man and said “son, you must be a city boy.”

I left my groceries in place and scrambled the hell out of there.

All of my monthly bills are paid online and most of my correspondences other than speaking are done via email or texting so it’s a rare event to actually have to formulate a letter to a friend with paper, envelope and stamp. That rare event happened today.

Searching my desk drawer for an envelope I found a single non-used business reply one. It was quite bruised but acceptable for use, no rips or tears and plenty of clean area to write my friends addresss. Beside it was a half used book of postage stamps with a picture of a bell on each but had no price markings. Not sure how old they were or if one of them would be enough to use for mailing I decided to take a chance and use one. Maybe I would be getting a bargain or maybe the letter would be returned for insufficient funds, I would let the post office decide. After licking the stamp I applied it to the little box on the top right hand corner that said “place stamp here.” I thought to myself how stupid people could be if they needed direction on where to place the postage stamp on the envelope. What would be the consequences if the stamp was placed a little to the left or right of the box? I looked closely and noticed that I violated the confines of the stamp box by a few millimeters. I inserted the letter, licked the envelope flap and secured it shut. Then I noticed more rules on the back of the envelope, “Make sure to enclose your payment” and Make sure to sign the check.” I carefully opened the envelope and inserted a signed check and secured it once again. I sure hope my friend gets this letter.