Check Yourself



"Please...
Don't let the
smile and the good looks
fool you.

Chicken plucker."

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Ahhh...it's the old "Campfire-Calm/Bedroom-Bitchiness" trait in action!"

Now that mid-life crisis has set in, all the people

who were hardcore bitches (while I was a naive

Pollyanna refusing to face reality and playing a

doormat) are now becoming very touchy-feely-

centered-spiritual(esque) 'children of the world.'

And that's all fine and good-- as the world turns.

But now they want to lecture and soliloquize and

testify and project my need to be less cynical and

embrace tolerance and peace!

You know, since they have now evolved enough to

comprehend that they are inherently correct in

whatever venture they deign to embark on. Yawn.

Well, bitches... here's a newsflash; I've been there and

definitely done that! I've held hands and kissey-pooed

and Kumbaya-ed till the cows come home....and I saw

the end results. So you do your thing and leave me well

the Hell enough alone.

I'm evolved and self-sufficient and a rip-roaring

survival machine. I got mine figured out...suckas.

It's kind of funny--the piousness with which they presume

their base rightness at every turn of their transformation.

And that their basis is better...even though I was in that

place some twenty years hence.

They're as self-important now as 'enlightened souls' as

they were when they were mercenary "Every man for

themselves" assholes.

See? Nobody really changes after all.

Underwear and Hair

Set Free...in Spite of the Uneven Truth

Connect the Dots

It's not hard...

the trail of bread crumbs they leave is massive

and easily identified. They don't feel a need to

cover up their connections; the rich are accustomed

to being above the law.

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Bureaucratic Blunder: Georgia DFACS

 

The following is an e-mail I sent a few weeks ago

to several state service agencies, the Department of

Human Resources, DFACS, congressional representatives, and several more

parties I hoped would be of use. (Side note; It's amazing how many official websites

sport invalid e-mail addresses or defunct links on them. And the Office of the

Secretary of State is staffed by some real dense jack-wagons.)

The letter is pretty self-explanatory. The only thing I might add is that many

of these folks are also without phones or vehicles, two additional impediments

to this process.

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 I am having serious problems with "DFACS" (Department of Families &

Children Services) regarding my food stamps.

The Department, in an effort to dissuade more people from getting/keeping

food stamps and stay alive, has changed their interview methods. Now, for

either application or review, an individual has to first have access to a computer,

fill out that form, and then call IN to DFACS to speak to a human rep for an

interview before the information can even be processed further.

And there's the rub; Getting a live person is impossible.

It's a bitter irony that this government agency is called the 'Department of

HUMAN Resources,' as there are no humans to be found, and certainly no

resources. Another lovely government oxymoron.

I understand that the more difficult they make this, the fewer people they'll

have to deal with. But this agency was created to assist people, and that's

what they need to be doing.

Last week I waited a combined total of 2 & 1/2 hours on the phone, only to

be cut off each time without making any contact.

Today I waited for an hour before getting disconnected. I finally reached a

rep's voice mail, and it was full. I called a different department and got trans-

ferred in, and received a busy signal.

I went to my local office and asked to see a rep, and they refused me. I asked

for a complaint number, and they told me to call the one I couldn't get through

on. I told them I don't have the ability to sit around on the phone all day, and

they said "I guess you will if you want your stamps."

This is completely unacceptable. My stamps, which I truly require to get my

food and stay alive--will be cancelled if I don't reach DFACS in time to renew.

The burden is on me. Yet they are impossible to reach. Someone really needs

to lose their job over this recent change, but more importantly, it needs to go

back to the old method.

(By the way, I received two different letters from two different locations of

DFACS offices telling me to be ready at specific dates at specific times to

receive a call for my phone interview. It's ONLY because I went to the local

office to see why I had two different appointments--after I had been on the

phone 3 hours that day unable to reach a person--that I found out the letters

were to be disregarded and they no longer did things that way. So they are

really in a bad way with disorganization and incompetence.)

Please see to it that the right people are addressing this problem, which is

surely affecting millions of people statewide.

Thanks for your attention and time,

Sincerely,

Robert Sayre

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It took me a total of 17 phone calls, three visits to the local DFACS office, several

conversations with contacts within the system, said e-mails being sent out, and a

sum total of over 21 hours to get my review completed.

Beyond unacceptable, and I'm a tenacious bastard who won't take 'No' for an answer.

What of all the meek and mild who don't have the strength or know-how to stand

up for themselves?

The workers themselves--the low level case workers who didn't implement this

ridiculous system but are forced to listen to enraged clients every day on the

phone calls that get answered--are fed up with the ineffective and frustrating

new system. I'm sure they'd give an interested reporter quite an earful.

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Can't Even Shit in Peace



WANTED:

Designers of public bathrooms
that take 1,200 square feet of open space
and place the only toilet
six damned inches from the wall...

with a toilet paper dispenser
positioned firmly where you would stand
in order to sit down correctly
on said toilet.

I'm looking for them;
I got a reward I want to give them.

Assholes.

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