Tuesday, October 20

The Extraordinary Kyle Copeland

There will be a memorial service for
Desert Climber Kyle Copeland
on Saturday, October 24,2009 at the Spanish Valley Mortuary
in Moab UT
at 1:30 pm
to those of you who can attend.Please spare a moment of silence for him
to those of you who can't be there.

Tuesday, June 23

Pills Attack Patient With 100%+ $$Price Hike

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
--Dylan Thomas

If you live with injured or elderly relatives, like I do, the odds are great you are getting a crash course on healthcare quality, billing, and prescription drugs. The frequent changing of appointments and doctors for blue cross and medicaid causes havoc in prescriptions, the right prescriptions and the potentially deadly delay in receiving same.

From my end as an observer it comes down to the drugs prescribed and the cost of getting them. Just last month for my family it was $30.00 for the most expensive. This month, with millions of fixed income recipients denied their cola (cost of living) increases, the cost of prescriptions has increased 100%. And, like gas prices and the previous hardships on lifestyle and employment, this time it will cause the deaths of tens of thousands of elderly who are alone and helpless.

No one is watching or checking this because the health industry is covering its tracks in extra paperwork. No doubt like the gas companies getting a 200% profit, the drug industry if following the exact same pattern. At least the military requires permission to be sent into harm's way. This is no less than genocide of the elderly. Government sanctioned civil murder premeditated in cold blood. A legal code of reform laws bent on medical predation to bankrupt and kill their patients. Left with that, there is no future for millions. Smoke and mirrors news propaganda will blame it all on some oblique natural disaster or dire predictions of the end of the world coming true i.e. Medicare Part D or any tax on health premiums.
I cannot believe anyone would knowingly vote for this kind of change or accept this mindless propaganda we used to call news. What will they do now that everyone must brace for medical holocaust? For those who pray, Matthew, Chapter 23, with its rapt disapproval of any hippocracy, truth left unknown to the powerless, in which terminal martyrdom should come swiftly. These Clinton and Bush confluences have too easily made us blind. And now cause us all harm and death.

Tuesday, April 28


From your barren landscapes
with only the soupy air for nourishment,
and dust to breathe,
tradition succumbs to a final meal.
With a silver spoon, like a star,
and wooden bowl of the Earth,
rare status,
where fingers mostly bled,
to grab and feed.
Her silver gamely shines,
stirring imagined porridge inside a mock home.
Only starvation and disease awaits her out there.
Bereft eyes, going sullen, seek rescue,
despite forsaken promises and dry tears.
Can no one help?
Like the moon,
crescent reflections
spill out of her desolation,
sent splintered,
by will of spirit,
pride with each sipping motion,
showing us her hope,
that we can give
a long lasting peace and salvation.
She fills warm memories to the rim,
and watches them fade,
into the long persevering humility
of so many,
hurt, and broken.
History is not forgotten,
but only strangled moans
and cursing divides present days.
No strength left to fight for her country.
Even if she took a just stand she would die.
Bless you. May God Bless you.
Aching sympathy from my cozy niche
I weakly comfort her in bright company
I see her dead children chasing each other, happy,
tempting her always come play with them,
have fun, to eat, drink, and hug.
The eternal love that grows in her heart,
soothing her angry mind,
keeping alive her burdened soul,
feeds her collapsing body,
and with wings sheds her worldly toil.