Wounded Warrior Project Fund

[Thumpalumpacus]

Exactly. Due to my necrotic hip, I was being treated at Ground Zero for the VA scandal, the hospital at Temple, Texas. I was surprised to find that I would have to wait two months to determine if I had pelvic necrosis or bone cancer.

Two fucking months to find out if it's cancer, that might as well be an eternity. And no one bothered to explain the need for the wait.

Mine isn't combat related, so I didn't raise a fuss ... but when I learnt of the record-falsifying, I began to think, and still do, that someone jimmied my records to hide such a senseless delay.

That's why people need Obamacare.  Too bad you didn't have a policy.

Indeed. I was unemployed when the condition made itself felt. I'm waiting for the next open enrollment. My promotion has me in a benefitted position now.

[Wyrd of Gawd]

That's why people need Obamacare.  Too bad you didn't have a policy.

Indeed. I was unemployed when the condition made itself felt. I'm waiting for the next open enrollment. My promotion has me in a benefitted position now.

Although I have been healthy, except for accidents, the time I was without health insurance made me very anxious.  It was for only a few months but it caused me a lot of worry.  I had never given it a second thought when I was younger.  Although I pay a lot for the amount I use I consider it money well spent.  One day I will need it and I will appreciate having it available.  I think the dummy voters are stupid for allowing the Repubs to swear that they will repeal Obamacare.  

I also think that people are stupid for not forcing the assholes in Congress not to support and fully fund the military healthcare system.  If they did it would eliminate BS con games like the "Wounded Warrior Project Fund".

[Gawdzilla]

This is one reason why I  have a distaste for the veneration of veterans practiced here in America -- wave that word around and people will do most anything to outpatriot each other.

Viewed from the outside, it certainly seems that way. As long as they can serve as cannon fodder or for some patriotic surge, it's support the troops. But when they end up in the gutter after returning home, noone gives a shit. I've heard that the number of uninsured, untreated and even homeless veterans is supposed to be pretty high.

Rudyard Kipling

Tommy

I went into a public-'ouse to get a pint o' beer,
The publican 'e up an' sez, "We serve no red-coats here."
The girls be'ind the bar they laughed an' giggled fit to die,
I outs into the street again an' to myself sez I:
   O it's Tommy this, an' Tommy that, an' "Tommy, go away";
   But it's "Thank you, Mister Atkins", when the band begins to play,
   The band begins to play, my boys, the band begins to play,
   O it's "Thank you, Mister Atkins", when the band begins to play.

I went into a theatre as sober as could be,
They gave a drunk civilian room, but 'adn't none for me;
They sent me to the gallery or round the music-'alls,
But when it comes to fightin', Lord! they'll shove me in the stalls!
   For it's Tommy this, an' Tommy that, an' "Tommy, wait outside";
   But it's "Special train for Atkins" when the trooper's on the tide,
   The troopship's on the tide, my boys, the troopship's on the tide,
   O it's "Special train for Atkins" when the trooper's on the tide.

Yes, makin' mock o' uniforms that guard you while you sleep
Is cheaper than them uniforms, an' they're starvation cheap;
An' hustlin' drunken soldiers when they're goin' large a bit
Is five times better business than paradin' in full kit.
   Then it's Tommy this, an' Tommy that, an' "Tommy, 'ow's yer soul?"
   But it's "Thin red line of 'eroes" when the drums begin to roll,
   The drums begin to roll, my boys, the drums begin to roll,
   O it's "Thin red line of 'eroes" when the drums begin to roll.

We aren't no thin red 'eroes, nor we aren't no blackguards too,
But single men in barricks, most remarkable like you;
An' if sometimes our conduck isn't all your fancy paints,
Why, single men in barricks don't grow into plaster saints;
   While it's Tommy this, an' Tommy that, an' "Tommy, fall be'ind",
   But it's "Please to walk in front, sir", when there's trouble in the wind,
   There's trouble in the wind, my boys, there's trouble in the wind,
   O it's "Please to walk in front, sir", when there's trouble in the wind.

You talk o' better food for us, an' schools, an' fires, an' all:
We'll wait for extry rations if you treat us rational.
Don't mess about the cook-room slops, but prove it to our face
The Widow's Uniform is not the soldier-man's disgrace.
   For it's Tommy this, an' Tommy that, an' "Chuck him out, the brute!"
   But it's "Saviour of 'is country" when the guns begin to shoot;
   An' it's Tommy this, an' Tommy that, an' anything you please;
   An' Tommy ain't a bloomin' fool -- you bet that Tommy sees!