Greeting comrades of the plunger revolution!
I would like to start my entry by giving congratulations to all my brothers and sisters in the Iberian Peninsula who took to the streets of Lisbon and Madrid last Saturday 09/29, to show the ruling classes their days are numbered.
I did my best to show solidarity from the other side of the Atlantic by organising my on local mass gathering. Unfortunately we could not match the numbers, but we sure made up for it with love and enthusiasm.
Otherwise, I really hope all of you had a good week and feel positive in your lives, as for me I am never content unless I am kicking against the pricks.
For the next few weeks I will be using this space to let everyone know where do I stand on certain issues, giving a bit of insight on my points of view before I start to really let reap the status quo apart the way they fucking deserve. So without further a do, ladies and gentlemen I give you..
THE JOE THE PLUNGER MANIFESTO
Health insurance/Life insurance
Lets start with health insurance, after all its one hell of a hot topic of our times. While I am waiting for my documentation to be finalized, I don’t have it, but I wonder if I am the one who is worse off. Take for instance my household, my wife has it thanks to her shit job at Wal-Mart, but then again, she already has 3 heart attacks to her name, so her heart is already a time bomb, add to that diabetes, blood pressure, breathing problems, and fuck knows what else. I see the pile of crap meds she needs to survive, I wonder what good is that doing for her, and she’s not the only one, everyone I see are on the same boat. Me on the other hand, I don’t have health insurance, but I need no meds for jack shit because there’s fuck all wrong with me. OK so it’s a bit of a gamble, but you know what, I have pocket aces, I am hot for my cards, fuck it, I’m going all in, if I have to choose, I rather take my chances, because I see all this insurance shit as one hell of a big scheme, that it pays off to keep you sick if you are poor.
I see the horrendous bills, and you all know the stories, its obvious, heath nowadays its only a name, no doctor is in the cure business no more, because keeping you sick is where the money’s at. First they tell you that’s part of you freedom to eat any old shit with a glossy advertisement, then comes meds design to keep you sick and just get rid of the bad symptoms, and make you just about functional enough to earn money to pay for an insurance that ain’t worth the paper it’s printed on, and finally the icing on the cake, you have to fork in the dough to pay your glorified drug dealer, the professional formerly known as doctor. Nice scum you have going there nobel people.
A few years ago I was working with an Australian guy who told me that it was cheaper for a Japanese business man to fly to Sidney to eat a lobster at a restaurant than to pay for one in Japan. Now I am not sure how truthful this is, but i can tell you this. Its cheaper for me to fly to the UK and see a doctor, then to go and see one over here. Even with all the changes, and the so-called ‘Obamacare’, things will never change much for the better of the working class. In a country ruled by the bible they rather let you die that help you. How very fucking Christian.
Now as for life insurance… Fuck you and suck my dick, hows that for a response motherfuckers?? So you rip people off in life and now you expect people to pay in advance for when they die? Well guess what I ain’t paying for shit, when I’m dead, deal with it. I will let you in on a secret and this you might find hard to believe but its the truth. When I fart it really stinks bad. Now if that’s me alive can you imagine when I am dead?, They will have to do something with me cause otherwise you’ll regretted for a long time. ‘Don’t let your loved ones to carry that responsibility’, fuck my loved ones, if they are stupid enough to pay for a fucking funeral, they deserve to be ripped off. I will never plan or pay for a life insurance EVER. What can you do sue me? I’d love to see that; ‘ Your honor I am dead, can I take the 5th on this one?’ What I can do and this as far as I am prepared to go is, leave you with a list of suggestions, what to do with me after I’m gone.
#1- I wish I could be an organ donor, but after all I smoked and drank over the years, poor fucker who get my liver of lungs on that raffle. He/she wont live long enough to ask for a refund, so #1 is out of the question I’m afraid.
#2- My wife works at Wal-Mart, therefore she has a staff discount card, she can buy a cheap and cheerful shovel, dig a hole in the backyard. Voila, job done.
#3- If the Raccoons don’t eat my remains, she can always use it as fertilizer to grow some carrots and potatoes.
#4- She can sell me to a hemp farmer to use me as a scarecrow in a ganja field, part of the deal, he has to glue a joint in one hand and a bottle of vodka in the other… Just in case.
#5- I’m not gay, but I don’t mind take it in the ass after I’m dead, so I can be donated to a group of homo necrophiliacs.
#6- An extra at ‘The living dead’
#7-________________________________________________Fill the blank space with your suggestions.
Until we meet again a good week and PLUNGER TO THE PEOPLE!
Joe the Plunger