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Veterans Administration Gulag:
If You Complain

One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest: 180724-27
180710 Update: Due to the financial costs of funding www.Timism.com ($1200-$2000 monthly), the V.A. was approached to save money on healthcare. During the 5-year hiatus of healthcare I developed symptoms of failing kidneys and diabetes. This websegment was to be completed and uploaded later with demands. I hope it serves as a guide to how V.A. personnel in word and deed can learn to respect and not mistreat me.

In a letter prior to my first clinic visit, I stated I hoped I would not be mistreated again. In it I referenced how the VA had destroyed my basic desire to live as I continued to work on Timism out of a sense of duty and responsibility. An hour after I delivered the letter, police showed up at my house telling me that I could volunteer to go to the McGuire VA Hospital or be arrested, handcuffed and toted to the hospital.

Once there, I was repeatedly misled and was repeatedly a victim of lies. It was interesting and sad that each new "shrink" had a new take on me. An early one said I was manic. A later one said I was delusional. In effect, the original reason for my "volunteering" to go to the McGuire VA hospital became a fishing trip for V.A. staff.

My actions probably did not help. While waiting in a little room with a nurse documenting my behavior, I investigated how a voice or whistle within about a foot of a corner will generate an echo that cancels the original sound: One whistling into corner cannot hear a whistle. (Try it. Start whistling and walk toward a corner. It is the same audio process by which airlines silence engine noise or night-time snorers negate their snores)..

Also, it probably did not help when I said, "Tell me what you want me to say and I will say it so I can get out of here." Wow, that is tantamount to saying they were incompetent and were not in control of the situation.

In self-defense, I have consistently been told that I am too happy or undeserving of the happiness that evidence itself. People with slow minds and bad values cannot understand how a fast mind focused on solving problems will create a happier than average person. My resume-listed achievement conveys that I am a very intelligent individual imbued with a purist work ethic, that is, I will concern myself with first solving the problem and then think about getting paid.

In self-defense, is it delusional to seek optimal hope in solving bigger problems than the average slouch? Timism: The Morality of More Time, aka, the Periodic Table of Existence, validates that I am an optimist, that is, an optimal Timist. As with the average person and their average happiness from not being optimal problem-solvers, small minded people cannot understand or cope with larger minds. When I meet someone with a higher iCube than me--integrity of intellect and intelligence--then I will be a happy person. As it is unfair to have my happiness judged by lesser souls and spirits so is it unfair when the average PhD chooses to say I am delusional without taking the time or having the moxy to understand who and what I am. I judged and convicted with the judgers and juries taking the time to understand Timism and its creator.

Delusional/Grandiose: Prima facia based on my transcript and resume, the V.A. staff should have given me the benefit of the doubt when it came to my being super-happy and highly optimistic. If college was a struggle for you then a person who completes it in two years, cum laude, is often resented. A happy person is also resented. Would you seek medical treatment in a system where your career strengths and achievements are characterised as weaknesses? Echos too much the thoughtcrime and doublethink of an Orwellian dystopia.

Hypocrisy: Two women were central in the decision to deny me my freedom, Williams and Bowman. I was originally detained because I was considered suicidal which metamorphed into focusing on a non-existing, falsely diagnosed bipolar personality. I am forced to wonder if they were duplicitous or incompetent. As to suicide proclivity, doctors have the highest suicide rate: 1 in 25. These women are probably pro-choice in which a human being is killed. It is hypocrisy to condone infanticide while objecting to suicide. Furthermore, as a pro-atheist agnostic, their smothering my freedom on an primitive view of life traipses upon my religious freedom. If I was still in the Navy, I would classify these women as ball-busting termagants.

They are one of the reason I checked male doctors only on the V.A. application. Women cannot handle sigma males. The V.A. provides women-only facilities for women, but a male does not have the right to choose the sex of his healthcare provider. Consistently, all the mistreaters were women while I have  had pleasant interactions with male staff.

After a few days, a judge ordered my release.

Part and parcel to brainbees are rewards in a new cyber-currency: Lifehours. They are tied to the time-saving value of solving a time-wasting problem. When we solve our problems we improve the quality of hours of life. We need a currency (book) kept current in its time value and named as a symbol of the substance of our hours of life, the Lifehour. (An on-line app allows trading of lifehours.)

I did nothing wrong unless complaining about being wronged is a greater wrong than the precipitating wrongful action. The V.A.'s escalating wrongful actions toward me (culminating in my veteran benefits being cut, my being gulagized with police visits (2014), my being harassed (2015) and being incarerated (2018) is like a rapist complaining to his victim "Stop yelling. You are harming my self-esteem" as he gags her mouth to silence her.

At this point in my life, I am not a threat to anyone including myself. As to my seeking further treatment at any V.A. facility, once is enough to walk in as a free man only to find myself incarcerated without freedom to leave.

Bizzarre Bites
During the initial intake, I found the whole event funny, even telling George, Bowman and Williams that I found the event "Bizzare and funny, a waste of our time." Little did I realize that they were taking my laughing at it as "mania," a misdiagnosis of the situation. Too bad for me. Better to be a victim of menial mental meanies than be one.

Existential Midgets
Consistently, each V.A. post-intake staffer focused on this statement made during the in-take: "We were hedging our bets, price-shopping Caribbean Cruises and caskets." This was one of many humorous jokes my wife and I created before her open-heart surgery to disarm people who felt awkward in meeting with Cathy before the surgery. The rationale was that if we projected that we were happy with the outcome--no matter what--then the visitors would be more comfortable. What kind of practitioner expects patient to be solemn and gloom? If one is to die, one should maximize happy moments before death rather than a woe-is-me self-pity party. V.A. staffers' consistent negative response to this positive action reflects how they are, once again, existential midgets. (For an excellent example of a person maintaining self and others in the face of certain death, see Leonardo.)


Veterans Administration Gulag:
If You Complain

This websegment details a multi-year degradation of V.A. services after I complained about being mistreated and being disrespected by the V.A. blood clinic staff at Hunter Holmes McGuire Medical Center in Richmond, Virginia.

Please recognize that I am narcoleptic, that is, I fall asleep if I do not have medication. Amusingly, typically, and sadly, the greater the mental challenge I undertake, the quicker I fall asleep without warning. Thus, the thinking on timism requires a restart of "what was I thinking about" each time I awake and wonder when I feel asleep upwards of 20 times a day. The value of a anti-narcoleptic medication is paramount in focusing on thinking--see diary of mental and physical changes.

It was the final denial of service by the V.A. whence my banning V.A. personnel from the benefits of timism. If the V.A. chooses not to help timism then timism chooses not to help the V.A. This is not the same as not supporting veterans. Rather, it is like supporting our military but not the habitual politicians who misuse the military like the rulers of Greek city-states. Unfortunately, directly and indirectly, other vets will be harmed by my seeking justice for my being repeatedly and increasingly wronged by the V.A.

The more I have complained the more it seems I am demeaned and denied. It is like the slave complaining to massa about the field boss molesting his daughter. The more he complains, the more massa and boss want to prove he has no right to complain.

The V.A. facilities are on public record as killing veterans by neglect who have not complained. Based on the escalation of my mistreatment from complaining, I have no doubt that there are V.A. staffers who would cross the line for the good of V.A.

Egg Carton Mistreatment Synopsis

Which came first? My being a chicken paranoid of the V.A.?
Or, the V.A.'s Egg Carton of Mistreatment?

Wanted: Whistle Blowers ... Lawyers ... Veterans ... Doctor ... Lend or Litigate

  1. I fell asleep in the blood clinic--afterall I'm narcoleptic which is the only chronic treatment I desire from the V.A. For several hours, I was repeatedly told to wait to be called. When I finally was called in, three of the four phlebotomists said in various ways, "I'm not doing him." The fourth said, begrudgingly, "Sit down." I had not yelled or screamed. I had just asked when. Does this not constitute denial of service by the V.A. staff, a violation of numerous federal and medical regulations and laws including the V.A. sinage of supporting the veterans?
  2. When I complained to the ombudsperson, she said, "We don't that" to which I responded, "I am here because it did happend" to which she echoed, "We don't do that." After one more echo, I left. Why have an ombudsman if they are going to stonewall your complaint, basically calling you a liar?
  3. I wrote and complained to the Director of the V.A. McGuire Hospital.
  4. Sometime later in the checkout line in the commissary, my conversation with the cashier was disrupted by a person behind me talking in an ever louder voice. Looking back, it was one of the phlebotomists glaring at me. Obvious, my letter of complaint to the hospital director was shared by the blood clinic supervisor with his staff who no doubt remembered me because I have the remnant of a speech impediment, a very distinct, unforgetable voice. Doesn't this sharing with specific reference to me violate the letter and spirit of HIPPA?
  5. Sometime later in the eye clinic, a third person was present when I was receiving my prescription printout. Without asking, she grabbed one of the sheets and said, "You don't get that one." Don't I have a right to my medical records. This was the first indication that I had been flagged as requiring special attention.
  6. A later periodic medical checkup included the bloodtest printout. Again, I feel asleep. I don't take medication if I am going to have blood tests. Again, I missed my number. Again, the blood-takers told me to take a seat and they would call me when they were ready. I left.
  7. I offered to pay extra to have my blood taken in either the E.R. or the psychiatric ward but was told this was not possible. I did not and do not trust the blood clinic staff not to have a reported or unreported accident in handling my body fluids in the present of the body fluids of other patients. Do you blame me to not trust medical staff that have proven to be unethical and administrators who are not self-policing?
  8. With an excruciating leg pain sometime later, I went to the E.R. and was treated nicely with an immediate pain killer pill.
  9. In late summer 2012, believing I was having a stroke, my arrival at the E.R. was met with a high level of professionalism for which I expressed my gratitude with not only roses but a creation of a YouTube vid on the meaning of life dedicated to that ER staff.
  10. In March, 2013, I did a middle-of-night visit to the E.R. with the same, earlier excruciating leg pain. It was horrible treatment compounded by a lecture on being a better V.A. patient. Which came first, the chicken or the egg?
  11. In January, 2014, I requested a refill of my anti-narcoleptic medicine and was told I could not get it and that I had been dis-enrolled from V.A. patient care. Why wasn't I notified/
  12. Gulagized as a mental patient. When I complained about mistreatment to the V.A. Director of McGuire V.A. hospital, the below postcard is the response I got. This is how the Soviet Union responded to dissidents complaining about injustices--define them as mental cases to be shipped off to the back wards of the gulag. Would this prompt paranoia in you?
  13. 140627 Police Visit on Being a Danger: Gulag'ized as a threat to self and others.
  14. 151026 Harassment Out-of-the-Blue

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Please note all the 2014 entries (twenty-two as of April 10) in the timeline at the left contains vast amounts of time and money (Certified mail) on this writer's part in response to cancellation of a $9/month anti-narcolepsy medication. The V.A. has spent unknown dollars with litigation a forthcoming costly measure. Apparently, the V.A. has millions of dollars for stonewalling complaints but does not have pennies for pads to pen a prescription.

I was not seeking any special treatment,
just the treatment I had for ten years,
first requested in 2002.

Wanted: Whistle Blowers ... Lawyers ... Veterans ... Doctor ... Lend or Litigate

Hypocrisy of V.A. Employees:

Claim to serve those who risk their lives for our country
while V.A. employees will not risk their jobs
to serve vets.

Like many government bureaucracies, keeping jobs
is more important than fulfilling the mission, thus,
the need to Decimate V.A.

The V.A. does not exist for veterans.
It exists for the V.A. staff and the V.A. culture.
Each year, directly or indirectly, the V.A.
kills more vets than has died since 911
in Iraq and Afghanistan.

The V.A. is a necrotic culture that has and is
squeezing the want-to-live out of veterans,
including this veteran.

Changing the V.A. head (Brandecker) is like swapping a ballcap
for a stocking cap on a serial murderer.

2018 Letter seeking treatment without mistreatment:
Resulted in four days of involuntary incarceration.

Would you risk your life at the V.A.? I did. And, I am sorry.

How the V.A. killed me

Since the V.A. stopped my narcolepsis prescription in 2013,
forcing me to daily drink gallons of Mountain Dew
with caffeine added to stay awake and alert to work,
the V.A. destroyed my kidneys.
Since I have no intention of doing dialysis,
the V.A. killed me ... only a matter of time.

They killed my desire to live me more than once.
As noted in the letter leading to my involuntary incarceration,
the V.A. killed my desire to live with the incarceration
leading to suicidal thoughts.