HR 676- Proposed Universal Health Care Bill

Getting my hair cut recently I chipped in a few dollars to a fund for someone recently paralyzed. Some guy, a father of three, in the Hatboro area flipped off his bike and crushed several vertebrate in his neck. His insurance will either offer full or zero coverage for all subsequent treatment and the plethora of miscellaneous expenses that he will incur beyond medication needs. Given that he's not rich(with the astronomical cost of health care anyone in this situation would have to have tens of millions set aside to be considered 'rich' ) the expenses are exacerbating an already tragic event.

Unfortunately, we see this all too often. Communities are constantly "pulling together" to offer monetary support for those treated so harshly by the HMOs, such as in the case of 14 year old Brad Bamka of Bucks County. Money was raised after his insurance company said it would not cover ambulance trips back to the hospital for necessary continued care.
This can happen to anyone with insurance, no matter what type of insurance you have or how long you have been paying into your plan. Worse yet is the situation for the millions of Americans(such as myself) who do not have have insurance. The insurance companies exist to make money and nothing else. If you become sick you're a liability that they will do their best to rid themselves of.

What can we do:

We can support HR 676, a bill being proposed before congress that would provide universal health care for EVERYONE free of charge. Rather than the focus being on profits, as is the case with the current system, the system would be designed solely for the people. As citizens we have several options. We can write our state reps in congress as well as our senators, while raising awareness with everyone we know and love, since anyone we know could be adversely affected by the cruel and inhuman health care system that we now have. As citizens, we can make this one of the chief issues of the presidential campaign.

Remember we can always feel safe laughing or shrugging off someone else's complaints or protests until we are affected by the same things.But with this, we're all affected.

Points of ref:
general info:
"Single Payer and HR676-Debunking the Myths"

Find out if your local state rep and state senators support HR 676 as well as how to contact them

Rambo and Cupid Conflated

Aw, Cupid does wield rocket tipped arrows doesn't he? Flying high above, or perhaps hiding in a wall of mud, he strikes when you least expect it. Love is everlasting. It gives you the ability to take on whole battalions in jungle thickets, earnest to get back to the lovely Vietnamese girl you met shortly after a near perilous parachute drop into the dense night. Love can fade away or burn, leaving you distraught and confounded. Not wanting to face it, and having your heavy air of brooding misunderstood, you run off into the Washington
wilderness, hoping for some peace in the wiles of Hope, WA, attempting a return, a Wordsworthian escape to your embowered past. National Guardsman trying to bring you back to concrete reality dealt with harshly via assorted booby traps learned back in THE SUCK. Who are they to tell you? You know well yourself. Damn Troutman and his
attempts at "helping you out", trying to aid you in getting over the past. "NOTHING IS OVER.!NOTHING!!", your soul screams every waking second of the day, always thinking of her, bathed perpetually in that revenant light. Holed up in Afghanistan, literally down in a hole, Troutman's logic finally wins you over and you emerge from your stupor
and spring out to take on a Soviet platoon- tanks, infantry and several Mi24 Hind helicopters- armed only with a shotgun and a grenade launcher equipped M-16, and of course your own personal Confucius firing away by your side. Who can wait for the 4th chapter?!

OR….

I could tell you about the small Serbian town of Zitiste, which has
decided to erect a Rocky statue in order to not only uplift the
spirits of a people beset by numerous floods and landslides, but also
to raise their profile(I've sent an email proposing that they
officially become our sister city-a proposal is needed in City Hall-
but apparently they have already contacted someone in Philly). I could
equate love and the hardships of a relationship or the loss of one to
floods and landslides and then point you towards Rocky for
inspiration, hoping that in the end that IF I CAN CHANGE, AND YOU CAN
CHANGE, THEN EVERYBODY CAN CHANGE and we can all let go of any
misgivings about things past or simply widen our perspective to better
whatever relationship we are currently in.

But floods and landslides would be a bit dramatic. Probably better to
let go of your emotions at times. Empty your mind. Proceed from zero.
Let go of your ego. Case in point: the night this picture was taken
someone tried to mug me on one of the side streets of Barcelona's
Gothic Quarter. Besides not wanting to ruin our vacation of over a
month ago, I didn't want to expose my girlfriend to any possible
danger. Here's how it happened. Some sense of joviality was given
before some pathetic attempt at tripping me. His hand removed from my
pocket, I shook the hell out of the 18 or 19 year old, really wanting
to hurt him. Angry as I was, I roared at his quickly approaching
friend and was ready to attack him too. A calm voice in my head
quieted all this. Pushing the would-be pickpocket away, I simply
walked away with Grace, greater clarity reached in the moment.

Cheers

* Movie references in order: Rambo II,I,III and of course, Rocky IV
** The photo was taken on a street in Barcelona next to IguaPop gallery, which was displaying the collaborative paintings of
Stanley Donwood(aka Dan Rickwood) and Thom Yorke which later inspired many Radiohead album covers.

Wing Bowl Interpreted

Preview Piece :

So there's an event coming up on Friday of epic proportions. One in which giant Buddha-bellied fat men display their god-like prowess FUCK
THAT, THEY ARE GODS before an adoring public. Attending in an endless stream are their concubines, scantily clad voluptuous females who have sworn themselves to these deities. Don't even try to dissuade them, for besides drawing omnipotent wrath upon yourself, you'd be wasting your time. Mothers from all across the land raise their daughters with one intention, hopeful that one day their daughters can count themselves amongst the attendants of the bulbous ones, and hence, bring infinite blessings upon their household and lineage for generations to come. If you are so inclined, you may fare better with those rejected by the all powerful lords who descend from the heavens to momentarily suffer our presence. BUT BE QUICK, for these lasses will be bent on suicide post-haste. If you can keep them from sharp objects for awhile, you may just be able to convince them to live out a life of shame.

As for our rotund deities,we can only hope for a brief encounter, while the sick
and the elderly, and babies alike are anointed by sausage fingers
dripping of orange/red ambrosia. Unprepared devotees have wiped this manna from their foreheads or cheeks to sample it, only to have their
minds wracked by 1,000 dreams and nightmares as they get a glimpse of the wisdom locked away in each of god's skulls. Waking upon the
ground disheveled and confused, they learn the audacity of
their mistake, for it is only deeply yearning bodhisattvas that
can hope to attain the enlightened status of the Buddhas. Only they can
benefit, if fortune provides them with a bowl of some of their
leftover manna. But this is never easy, for the trip down from the
heavens makes the all-powerful beings hungry beyond all imagining.
WATCH OUT! They have been known to eat careless mortals who venture
too close and become hypnotized by the glowing aura around them, as
well as the undulation of sea waves of skin powered by barely
discernable piston-like jaws. Bones and that
pervasive sauce- sauce of pungent odor and neon glow- will be all
that's left. But whether drinking of it or snorting it, it will have
an effect 100 times greater then that of the most powerful yopo. Be
ready to swim through a putrid permeating sea of all you've ever done,
all you've come to regret. At the very least you could wake upon the floor choking on
your own vomit, but you could also unravel into a state of permanent
insanity having come so close to a vision of perfection only to see it
slip away.

Vomiting. That is always the highlight of the most blessed occasion
that is WingBowl. For that is how the gods add to their retinue of
concubines. Covered in sacred grissom, each chosen female loses
herself to the ecstasy of the moment, and if still conscious of her
previous life, takes one last look upon her parents before leaving for
the celestial palace.

Or rather than some Banquet of the Chestnuts type vomiting display(I'm
not explaining that one), perhaps it would be better off if WingBowl
ended in a way similar to that 'Lardass' story in the movie, Stand By
Me. The 'Wingettes' and assorted strippers, and wannabe wingettes
could be kept in close proximity while the contestants gorge
themselves, and upon the first wave of eruptuous contestant vomiting,
their beaming smiles become baleful before their faces, billowed by bile,
let forth a tirade to sail through the air. Besmirched competitors,
vomit forth anew, causing a raucous procession, a domino effect of
inspired upchucking all throughout the Wachovia Center, while the spectators gorge
themselves, screaming EAT!EAT!EAT!, the Bacchanalian chant
voiced through a mouthful of chicken, their faces stained a radiant
red. But all this talk of fat bastards overlooks the most unlikely
competitor, and the one I'll be rooting for (somewhere from the back
of my subconscious), Sonya "Black Widow" Thomas.

At 105lbs she looks
more likely to be eaten by one of her competitors than to actually win
the competition. But, like Nibbler from Futurama, she is capable of devouring everything in sight.
IFOCE (International Federation of Competitive
Eating) 2003 Rookie of the Year, she's looking to get some revenge
against reigning WingBowl champion Joey Chestnut who beat her in a
recent waffle eating competition. Thomas did not participate in last
year's Wingbowl, which was dubbed a "virgin" competition, as all
previous competitors were barred from competing, including Bill 'El
Wingador' Simmons, who beat Thomas in 2005 after placing as 2nd runner
up in 2004 to her then record breaking intake of 167 wings(Joey
Chestnut broke that record last year by eating 172 wings in 30
minutes). As former Champ 'El Wingador' has retired, host WIP has once
again changed the format of the competition in the hopes of increasing
the entertainment value (though it consistently sells out) as well as
producing another local champ. This years' contest, dubbed as
"Philadelphia Against The World", will see five competitive eaters from
the IFOCE competing against 20 local contestants, who made it through
a grueling qualification process, which included eating "stunts"
dreamed up by 610-WIP. It's doubtful that any of these mere mortals
will step up to the likes of Thomas or Chestnut, who both have their
stomachs set on dethroning competitive eating's' king, Takeru "The
Tsunami" Kobayashi, in the upcoming Nathan's Famous hotdog eating
competition(a wing competition is apparantly beneath the reigning king
of competitive eating). I mean, how can you fuck with a girl who once
ate 8.1 lbs of vienna sausage in 10 minutes or a guy who ate 5.5 lbs
of pork in a 12 minute span. Thomas, for instance, eats only one meal
a day while training. Like a python she gorges herself in one sitting,
devouring several lbs of fast food in a couple of hours.

Go to bed early Thursday night, as Wingbowl festivities start bright
and early Friday morning, with the parking lot opening at 4a.m.(PREGAME
IT!), doors opening at 5a.m., the action starting at 6a.m., and all the
days' events sadly coming to a close at 9a.m. with the announcement of a
new champion! One only wonders how all those lovely strippers will
make it through the day after surely being taxed from the previous
night's work. I know I won't be in work – I'll probably be out the
next few days with the concussion I'm about to sustain from slamming
my head into the table, trying to rid myself of all this useless
fucking information.


WINGBOWL 15 Feb. 2,2007
Philadelphia Against the World
Live Coverage Provided by 610-WIP
6am
Wachovia Center

Photo Credits:
1st photo by Flickr user Operators are standing by
2nd photo by Flickr user Floundies
3rd photo from Wikipedia
4th photo from Wikipedia