First I am going to announce a Miracle. The Veteran Affairs eye doctors finally got their heads out of their asses after over a year of off and on intense pain and repeating infections. They gave me allergen eye drops, and after just 2 doses I am almost like new except for the permanent damage to my vision. At least I can write this following story.
You by now have probably heard many politicans talk negatively about the Veteran Affairs (VA). Now I am going to tell you some as I recall of the nitty gritty dirt that I know from personal experience. This is inside information. Ignore the time sequence of event for I am hurrying and want to get thru with this trashy business a quickly as possible. You should have noticed that I am beginning to use hard language instead of my usuall dainty, politically correct words. It is my way of clarifying how angered and disgusted I am. The words will probably get worse. So if your dainty personality can't handle it, go crawl in your corner and hide now with all the other Liberals.
Why am I writing this now? Because I am trying my last resort to get the following TIME CRITICAL message to Donal J. Trump. I am using the Secret Service. Here is the initial message for Donald to break to ice and introduce...
https://name-recognition.blogspot.com Lo God in Heaven, please don't let Donald get a dangerous paper cut when the Service hands him the message! I am writing this to admit to the World that I have had psychiatric treatment as I admitted to the Secret Service for I knew that they would find out and my cover-up would be a black mark against me resulting in being judged just another CRAZY as usual without a chance to defend myself.
I was warned in the militay that I would loose my Secret Clearance if I even talked to a psychiatrist. I later found out the hard way why this is true. As I recall I had a little hassle in getting my second civilian Secret Clearance to work on the F-16 aircraft.
My first visit to a damned shrink was a Hines VA hospital. I expected a source of wisdom and advice but that's not what I got. I was recently discharged and I had just 4 questions to ask the shrink...why did my step father not respect me after doing so well in the service...why did women just shun me when I tried to get a date...why with all my training could I not get a job...I forgot the 4th question, but it all should have taken 15 minutes as an outpatient consultation. However I could see that they were planning in their little minds to make me an inpatient. I assumed that this was due to the underaged tart who set up my appointment the day day before. She asked what it was about and I said that I did not want to say. She said that I had to say to get an appointment. So I thought the Hell with it and told her it was about sex. She almost fell out of her chair and began writing dozens of words in her little book from the few words I had told her.
So the night before my appointment I believe I watched a Hitchcock movie about a wealthy woman in a psych. hospital who was keep constantly drugged so the administration could syphon off her money. Also that night my mother went into one of her raves, stomping her feet real loud thru the house. She said "you're so crazy, if you go there they'll lock you up forever." It was midnight and I was tired. I needed some sleep to make my 8:30 appointment a considerable drive away. But my mother's ravings had actually driven me, an ex-Sergeant, to my tiny room to sit in the dark against the closet door in the fetal position. I couldn't sleep in that house for fear of what she might do when I was asleep.
So I left the house at about midnight to go to a restaurant and drink coffee all night in order to be at my appointment on time at 8:30.
At the hospital the skeleton keys in doors too thick for me to kick thru spooked me. Also there was a big electrical cabinet which I assumed was for electric shock treatments. That treatment causes you to forget the last 2 weeks and I could not afford that for I was chief witness in a F.B.I. / State's Attouney case. So I quickly scanned that machine for what gages to take out with my feet in front and what wires I could safely rip out of the back with my bare hands.
I must cut this story short for it's a load on me. I will finish quickly this first story and leave the rest for another time.
When I am at my appointment on time at 8:30 AM I expect the doctor to be there in a reasonable time. It was not until 4:30 PM that I saw him. After so many hours without food or rest of course as he wrote in his report I was aggitated. My arms were shaking. I never took time to ask my 4 damned questions. I demanded my Rights as an American Citizen to be let out of there and demanded a copy of my statement. While he was gone to the copy machine I noticed he had left the exit door open. I picked up my now heavy suitcase and silently left. I called it a covert action, but the doctor reported that I had eloped which looks bad on my record. I had to explain and convince authorities of all this bullshit in order to be Cleared to work on the F-16. I really needed the job for I was literally starving. I could no longer feel the hunger, just light headed dizziness. I accepted the fact that I was dying and lay down on the bed waiting to pass-out. I figured the manager would come for the rent and find me before my corpse stunk-up the place. But God sent me a message to check my mail one last time. It was a telegram from General Dynamics offering me the job.
I have many more stories but my eyes are hurting again now and this "rambling" have grown too long. I will say as Donald Trump says "you're fired". Many VA personnel who have bureaucratic power to make my life miserable and full of disgrace will be dismissed if I make it into office. Their GS ratings and Clearances if any will be nullified and they will be denied work at any government or military facillity. Since they are too ignorant to know what long term unemployment does to the mind they can learn the hard way. And Honor which I struggled so hard to retain, they can learn the meaning of that word too.
Thank you for baring with me and God Bless, Robert.