The Second Shot Heard Around the World- Part 7
Monica King
October 17, 2005
It’s the whole whore/madonna thing that’s the problem these days. We women are a mix of both, depending upon what you men need & want. We will do practically anything to please you tease, you, cajole you, & entice you into being someone we can stand being around for any length of time.
Because the natural heterogenous order is just that way.
Sometimes its tough love. Sometimes it is melt in your mouth. Love, it all just depends.
I myself can not stand the feeling of any clothing or foot wear that does not feel comfortable. I do not go for spiked heels, or panty hose, much make-up or anything else in the line of fashionware or clothing that strusses me up like a turkey & does not allow for an expanding, contracting waist line, depending on the time of the month or the season of my life.
I like comfy. I like soft colors. Blues & lavenders & teal greens.
I like cozy. I like soft, & touchable. Because, even when they are the most unlikeable, I love children. My own included. I have never met a child I didn’t love.
And I see the child in every individual I meet, whether they are the head of a Fortune 500 company & have more money than God or they are an underfed Mexican , no wait, I don’t know as I have met an underfed Mexican child. Yes once, in downtown LA I did. A little girl who had been beaten repeatedly by a father because she was an older child, around 7, who was incontinent. It was an organic problem, but her father did not understand that.
In a sense, we are all abused children, as we have wounded & been wounded repeatedly, in small & large, hideous ways.
I had studied Ethical Challenges in Social Justice Ministry at Harvard. We tackled moral dilemmas.
I studied Medical Ethics. Again moral issues. I had the supreme luxury of sitting with the Chosen, which we were often reminded we were, in quiet stately rooms to contemplate increasingly complex moral dilemmas.
Those if you had a life raft that could only hold x amount of passengers & there were x +++...
Cost issues & how to disperse government insurance monies for medical care.
It is telling that, of course, it was not NURSING ethical issues.
Why was that dear reader???
Well, because nursing is a pink collar profession.
The image nurses have had to suffer with over these decades is insulting & belittling. Make sure girls that you sign off on that Tylenol now.
Nurses have been depicted in the media & in Adult bookstores, toyshops, the 900 chat lines, everywhere as nothing but sex objects dressed up in white.
Thanks to Chicago Hope & ER the image has been evolving. We now have some more realistic depictions of the critical thinking skills, the sheer brute strength we nurses need to have to perform our jobs in this cesspool of a society our government has stripped of all human dignity, thank you Bush family for that, & the incredible nerves of steel & endurance we must have in order to carry on.
At Frisbie Memorial hospital, the last institution I worked in before being shot, in our orientation it had escalated to a rainbow of codes we needed to learn to respond to.
When I graduated & worked in pediatrics at Emerson Hospital, my first job out of school, there was simply “code red”. That was the one when someone was having a heart attack. When you ran to get the crash cart & administer the paddles.
At Frisbie the nurses have code pink for baby snatching, code grey for bomb threats, code purple for psychotic elders who were attacking you in the locked unit (where I worked), code orange for chemical spills or biological terrorist issues, you get the idea. Just like our Homeland Security rainbow of colors we are somehow supposed to keep fixed in our minds at all times & in all areas of the hospital.
Gees!!!! Can’t we all just get along?
Daniel & I watched both Analyze This & Analyze That together. I am a great believer in movie therapy. In this video literate generation, when reading a book seems passe to so, so many of this generation, you use what works to have a dialogue, to shift a belief system which may be causing distress & anxiety, out of ignorance, or shame, or deeply rooted roots of bitterness over past harms done, I am a big fan of the wisdom Neale Donald Walsch graced us with in his Conversations with God series of Books. Do what works.
Let us cut to the chase, quit with the psychobabble already & talk plain English here.
HEY!!!!!
The Emperor has no clothes!!!!!!!!!
He is a blooming idiot who can not even put together one coherent sentence, let alone head up a disaster response to much of anything except for where his next slice of cake is coming from.
PEOPLE WAKE THE F**K UP!
This did not happen overnight though. We the people are just as fat, & lazy & self centered & overweight, OBESE a nation has ever sunk to just before it collapsed in its own puke.
Did I say that loud enough???? So sue me you ass wipes! See if you can get the 56.00 a month I have been living on since Daniel shot me.
FAT, lazy complacent self-absorbed consumerist MORONS.
LOOK AT YOURSELVES!!!!!
You have gotten so lazy you do not even want to get out of your lazy boys to change a channel of the T.V.
No cure for sloth.
Three toed sloths. Which is why you wind up in our care in the first place. And then want angels of mercy to come & show mercy, & make you feel better because your legs are giving out from all that MacDonalds fat you suck up every time you drive through the drive through windows at Burger King or Kentucky Fried.
I had the great opportunity to go to South Africa after apartheid fell to meet BRAVE & STRONG black African nurses there.
Working with poverty worse than or at least as deplorable as our Native American reservations.
Or the poverty we have seen so exposed in these two weeks.
They laughed at the fat bitches of the African American flavor who came to meet them as they could not take a flight of stairs without huffing & puffing they were so out of shape.
The South African sisters were used to carrying laundry on their head, water jugs on their heads, treking for miles in rural South Africa. Get a grip! And they smiled as they did it.
GLAD to finally have the violence of apartheid over with, GLAD they could vote.
What is wrong with us???
Ya, Daniel & I watched Analyze this & that.
He knows all the jargon. He knows how to push all the buttons a classic manipulative sociopath knows how to push,.
I have no patience for Bull s*%#. Ask my daughter. That was an early lesson I taught her. I sat her on my lap in Concord one Christmas season, in my batchelorette pad, a converted catholic parochial school turned luxury apartments the first sad year her Dad & I separated, with a sign in front of us I had bought at Spenser Gifts in the Burlington Mall.
It was a sign using those universal symbols... you know the red circle with the line diagonally across that means “NO” superimposed over a simple black bull figure pooping out turds. She was 2.
She sat with me like she was studying a beginning primer, tracing her pudgy little finger over & over the circle with the slash intoning with me, NO BULLS**T, NO BULLS**T, over & over again. We chanted it together like a mantra.
Her huge blue eyes looked up at me flashing with recognition. “I get it Mommy!”
No bulls**t !” she said, as sweetly as any cherub has ever chirped a song of praise & thanksgiving, a carol for peace on earth.
Let’s try this....
LET’S CUT THE CRAP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
How about this for a simple national health plan.
Stop feeding ourselves CRAP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1
Crappy entertainment, infomercials, movies that do nothing but glorify gore & tortuous murder plots, stalking, raping, maiming, slaughtering women.
You wanna celebrate a holy season ? Try doing it by taking a bath!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
You want “fulfilling relationships“?????
Stop LYING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
You want economic homeland security?
Stop buying Grand Auto Theft for your kids to sit home with all day while you are out looking for crack & cocaine.
You want a peaceful society, STOP WHINING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Make it happen!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
You want intelligent & compassionate leadership in the House & Senate????
FIRE THE JERKS THAT ARE THERE NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
When a nurse sets up an IV and finds an air bubble in it, that could stop a heart, we do something with our IVACS, we push a button called PURGE.
This sets the machine in overdrive, to MOVE that fluid along the line until the air is out, & the patient can receive the drip without hazard.
The American Body politic is sick, sick, sick!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Get out of your comfort zones, talk to people you don’t know, shrug off the brainwashing this government has lulled you into through 666 channels of buy this & buy that & go on a BUYING FAST>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>.
Look at your Mormon priesthood who are supposed to be the High Priests of the eternal kingdom.
They are all huge dessert stuffing gluttons!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Singing vapid songs about Zion & censoring percussion instruments from worship services as “unspiritual”.
HEY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Mirriam clapped her tamborine??!?!
You gonna excommunicate HER from the scriptures, you self-serving jerks.!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Where did any sane person come up with the idea that a secret ceremony where you grab a woman through a ”veil” & pull her through it in some overgrown edifice, while swearing her to secrecy ON PAIN OF DEATH BY SLITTING HER THROAT EAR TO EAR is somehow “bringing the celestial kingdom, the highest of the heavenly kingdoms to reign on earth"??????
JESUS H CHRIST WHAT IS THE MATTER WITH YOU?????
You vein fat hypocrites!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
You are losing your hair, you look like bowling balls & have the sex appeal of slugs.
Stop trying to be any authority over anybody until you can shine some health of your own into this society.
LEAD BY EXAMPLE. Stop preaching & start building, side by side with Jimmy & Rosalyn Carter, the only couple who has graced the White House with any sense of morality or integrity since I was born.
Daniel, when he was upset about the disgusting levels we have sunk to in this generation, would start to snarl in what I called grade B movie talk.
I know people who know people he would say... they can make you disappear, they don’t like you.....
Shut up you guinea I’d tell him with the grade B movie talk.
Nobody needs these venomous threats hissed at them. It is not good for anyone, not any child, whether 2 or 102.
I stopped one evening, when he was talking that way to look him directly in the eyes. His brown eyes.
I said, are you really serious about this? Are you a member of the Mafia Daniel?
If I was, I couldn’t tell you,” was all he said, as close to honesty as he could creep toward.
Stupid primitive morons.
Don't like what I say?
Blame it on the post traumatic stress. I'm not responsible. Like everybody else. Can't confirm or deny.
Don't know exactly what the meaning of is is.
Part 8 coming sometime....
Because the natural heterogenous order is just that way.
Sometimes its tough love. Sometimes it is melt in your mouth. Love, it all just depends.
I myself can not stand the feeling of any clothing or foot wear that does not feel comfortable. I do not go for spiked heels, or panty hose, much make-up or anything else in the line of fashionware or clothing that strusses me up like a turkey & does not allow for an expanding, contracting waist line, depending on the time of the month or the season of my life.
I like comfy. I like soft colors. Blues & lavenders & teal greens.
I like cozy. I like soft, & touchable. Because, even when they are the most unlikeable, I love children. My own included. I have never met a child I didn’t love.
And I see the child in every individual I meet, whether they are the head of a Fortune 500 company & have more money than God or they are an underfed Mexican , no wait, I don’t know as I have met an underfed Mexican child. Yes once, in downtown LA I did. A little girl who had been beaten repeatedly by a father because she was an older child, around 7, who was incontinent. It was an organic problem, but her father did not understand that.
In a sense, we are all abused children, as we have wounded & been wounded repeatedly, in small & large, hideous ways.
I had studied Ethical Challenges in Social Justice Ministry at Harvard. We tackled moral dilemmas.
I studied Medical Ethics. Again moral issues. I had the supreme luxury of sitting with the Chosen, which we were often reminded we were, in quiet stately rooms to contemplate increasingly complex moral dilemmas.
Those if you had a life raft that could only hold x amount of passengers & there were x +++...
Cost issues & how to disperse government insurance monies for medical care.
It is telling that, of course, it was not NURSING ethical issues.
Why was that dear reader???
Well, because nursing is a pink collar profession.
The image nurses have had to suffer with over these decades is insulting & belittling. Make sure girls that you sign off on that Tylenol now.
Nurses have been depicted in the media & in Adult bookstores, toyshops, the 900 chat lines, everywhere as nothing but sex objects dressed up in white.
Thanks to Chicago Hope & ER the image has been evolving. We now have some more realistic depictions of the critical thinking skills, the sheer brute strength we nurses need to have to perform our jobs in this cesspool of a society our government has stripped of all human dignity, thank you Bush family for that, & the incredible nerves of steel & endurance we must have in order to carry on.
At Frisbie Memorial hospital, the last institution I worked in before being shot, in our orientation it had escalated to a rainbow of codes we needed to learn to respond to.
When I graduated & worked in pediatrics at Emerson Hospital, my first job out of school, there was simply “code red”. That was the one when someone was having a heart attack. When you ran to get the crash cart & administer the paddles.
At Frisbie the nurses have code pink for baby snatching, code grey for bomb threats, code purple for psychotic elders who were attacking you in the locked unit (where I worked), code orange for chemical spills or biological terrorist issues, you get the idea. Just like our Homeland Security rainbow of colors we are somehow supposed to keep fixed in our minds at all times & in all areas of the hospital.
Gees!!!! Can’t we all just get along?
Daniel & I watched both Analyze This & Analyze That together. I am a great believer in movie therapy. In this video literate generation, when reading a book seems passe to so, so many of this generation, you use what works to have a dialogue, to shift a belief system which may be causing distress & anxiety, out of ignorance, or shame, or deeply rooted roots of bitterness over past harms done, I am a big fan of the wisdom Neale Donald Walsch graced us with in his Conversations with God series of Books. Do what works.
Let us cut to the chase, quit with the psychobabble already & talk plain English here.
HEY!!!!!
The Emperor has no clothes!!!!!!!!!
He is a blooming idiot who can not even put together one coherent sentence, let alone head up a disaster response to much of anything except for where his next slice of cake is coming from.
PEOPLE WAKE THE F**K UP!
This did not happen overnight though. We the people are just as fat, & lazy & self centered & overweight, OBESE a nation has ever sunk to just before it collapsed in its own puke.
Did I say that loud enough???? So sue me you ass wipes! See if you can get the 56.00 a month I have been living on since Daniel shot me.
FAT, lazy complacent self-absorbed consumerist MORONS.
LOOK AT YOURSELVES!!!!!
You have gotten so lazy you do not even want to get out of your lazy boys to change a channel of the T.V.
No cure for sloth.
Three toed sloths. Which is why you wind up in our care in the first place. And then want angels of mercy to come & show mercy, & make you feel better because your legs are giving out from all that MacDonalds fat you suck up every time you drive through the drive through windows at Burger King or Kentucky Fried.
I had the great opportunity to go to South Africa after apartheid fell to meet BRAVE & STRONG black African nurses there.
Working with poverty worse than or at least as deplorable as our Native American reservations.
Or the poverty we have seen so exposed in these two weeks.
They laughed at the fat bitches of the African American flavor who came to meet them as they could not take a flight of stairs without huffing & puffing they were so out of shape.
The South African sisters were used to carrying laundry on their head, water jugs on their heads, treking for miles in rural South Africa. Get a grip! And they smiled as they did it.
GLAD to finally have the violence of apartheid over with, GLAD they could vote.
What is wrong with us???
Ya, Daniel & I watched Analyze this & that.
He knows all the jargon. He knows how to push all the buttons a classic manipulative sociopath knows how to push,.
I have no patience for Bull s*%#. Ask my daughter. That was an early lesson I taught her. I sat her on my lap in Concord one Christmas season, in my batchelorette pad, a converted catholic parochial school turned luxury apartments the first sad year her Dad & I separated, with a sign in front of us I had bought at Spenser Gifts in the Burlington Mall.
It was a sign using those universal symbols... you know the red circle with the line diagonally across that means “NO” superimposed over a simple black bull figure pooping out turds. She was 2.
She sat with me like she was studying a beginning primer, tracing her pudgy little finger over & over the circle with the slash intoning with me, NO BULLS**T, NO BULLS**T, over & over again. We chanted it together like a mantra.
Her huge blue eyes looked up at me flashing with recognition. “I get it Mommy!”
No bulls**t !” she said, as sweetly as any cherub has ever chirped a song of praise & thanksgiving, a carol for peace on earth.
Let’s try this....
LET’S CUT THE CRAP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
How about this for a simple national health plan.
Stop feeding ourselves CRAP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1
Crappy entertainment, infomercials, movies that do nothing but glorify gore & tortuous murder plots, stalking, raping, maiming, slaughtering women.
You wanna celebrate a holy season ? Try doing it by taking a bath!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
You want “fulfilling relationships“?????
Stop LYING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
You want economic homeland security?
Stop buying Grand Auto Theft for your kids to sit home with all day while you are out looking for crack & cocaine.
You want a peaceful society, STOP WHINING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Make it happen!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
You want intelligent & compassionate leadership in the House & Senate????
FIRE THE JERKS THAT ARE THERE NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
When a nurse sets up an IV and finds an air bubble in it, that could stop a heart, we do something with our IVACS, we push a button called PURGE.
This sets the machine in overdrive, to MOVE that fluid along the line until the air is out, & the patient can receive the drip without hazard.
The American Body politic is sick, sick, sick!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Get out of your comfort zones, talk to people you don’t know, shrug off the brainwashing this government has lulled you into through 666 channels of buy this & buy that & go on a BUYING FAST>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>.
Look at your Mormon priesthood who are supposed to be the High Priests of the eternal kingdom.
They are all huge dessert stuffing gluttons!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Singing vapid songs about Zion & censoring percussion instruments from worship services as “unspiritual”.
HEY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Mirriam clapped her tamborine??!?!
You gonna excommunicate HER from the scriptures, you self-serving jerks.!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Where did any sane person come up with the idea that a secret ceremony where you grab a woman through a ”veil” & pull her through it in some overgrown edifice, while swearing her to secrecy ON PAIN OF DEATH BY SLITTING HER THROAT EAR TO EAR is somehow “bringing the celestial kingdom, the highest of the heavenly kingdoms to reign on earth"??????
JESUS H CHRIST WHAT IS THE MATTER WITH YOU?????
You vein fat hypocrites!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
You are losing your hair, you look like bowling balls & have the sex appeal of slugs.
Stop trying to be any authority over anybody until you can shine some health of your own into this society.
LEAD BY EXAMPLE. Stop preaching & start building, side by side with Jimmy & Rosalyn Carter, the only couple who has graced the White House with any sense of morality or integrity since I was born.
Daniel, when he was upset about the disgusting levels we have sunk to in this generation, would start to snarl in what I called grade B movie talk.
I know people who know people he would say... they can make you disappear, they don’t like you.....
Shut up you guinea I’d tell him with the grade B movie talk.
Nobody needs these venomous threats hissed at them. It is not good for anyone, not any child, whether 2 or 102.
I stopped one evening, when he was talking that way to look him directly in the eyes. His brown eyes.
I said, are you really serious about this? Are you a member of the Mafia Daniel?
If I was, I couldn’t tell you,” was all he said, as close to honesty as he could creep toward.
Stupid primitive morons.
Don't like what I say?
Blame it on the post traumatic stress. I'm not responsible. Like everybody else. Can't confirm or deny.
Don't know exactly what the meaning of is is.
Part 8 coming sometime....
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