Lol… Philosophy ILP style 
You know what, man?
You try getting everything you ever knew and loved destroyed, and then have some clueless gringo motherfucker gingerly quote you some slogans from the gang that did it.
The last girl that left told me I was emotionally violent.
I’m trying to work on it.
Moralism is a blind fish, you know? In one moment the rage is the doctors hooking people on pain meds, and full moral rage is spent on leveling them. The next moment the rage is that doctors make pain medication inaccessible, and equal rage is expended. But no connection is seen, it consumed the last phase and is now in the new one. Next one could be whatever. There is no connection between one and the other.
That only pays more testament to how loopy the whole society is in general, and not just the health care industry.
Now u have lower classes abusing the system to sustain drug addictions, and as a result, the honest people who are in genuine need of help, get rejected by the doctors.
This whole thing is screwy and exhibits a long list of stupidities and failures at the very design of society. The irony u point out is pristine tho and certainly true in my case.
In fact, this morning at 3 I returned in another attempt to get a doc who would prescribe me sumthin. Really a hit or miss (another little stupidity), depending on the guy’s discretion. So, sometimes u deserve pain medication and sometimes u don’t, depending on which doc is making the decision. I digress.
They now know me as the Percocet guy… and yet… I have put a total of six perc pills in my mouth in the last twenty years.
That’s how much of an abuser I am.
Now here, Pedro I rengel, even tho ur not able to experience that class of existential absurdity directly, u should be able to imagine it by my description.
Just how utterly and irrevocably incompetent a health care system could be, is demonstrated here if demonstrated anywhere at all.
But ur right. Excessive regulation and discretion is a direct result of the opioid epidemic, and honest people r getting the shaft in health care because of this phenomena.
The trick, and this is what explains the direction the world is heading, is that the one thing that will never cause moral rage is more authority controlling more things. The moralist will never be outraged at some body limiting their lives and increasing their presence in it, because he sees it as the instrument of his own revenge. He may be outraged at some specific actions the authority takes, but greater consolidation of that authority as a response will not outrage him. In defending the legitimacy of that authority, again, there will be no connection with anything being discussed, or the structure or nature itself of that authority. Some (necessarily) unrelated moral outrage will be conjured to legitimize it. The subject of this outrage can be great, small, relevant or irrelevant. The moralist will experience no sense of contradiction or incoherence, due to this blind fish nature of his moralism.
Lack of understanding of this phenomenon is what will lead most to think of nazism as an essentially immoral or even amoral doctrine. The holocaust, for example, will be held up as clear demonstration. But nazism was an ultra-moralist movement. The holocaust can be explained in these same terms: it was the employment and consolidation of authority as an instrument of revenge, with no connection between what it purported to address or how it would be later judged, or legitimized, by the nazi. This is important. The holocaust will not be legitimized in terms of the moral rage it was conjured in response to.
[narrated by Morgan Freeman]
when at the brightest noon hour we, once defeated, gather up ourselves and are suddenly filled with that promise of strength, courage and the resolve to heal ourselves, to bring ourselves up and out of some ugly, intrusive osteoarthritic fate. Here we truly find ourselves and with promethean defiance, announce to the world 'I will rise…’
I’m laffing.
You can do this sucka.
I’d pray for you if I could.
Instead, I can only empathize.
When I was in high school, I was down in the basement lifting weights. I felt something “snap” in my lower back doing dead lifts. But there was no pain. So I walked to the bus stop to go to school. But I never made it. Suddenly with one step I was in sheer agony. I barely made it back home. I ended up in the hospital. Unbelievable pain. I ended up with partial paralysis in both legs. Two or three Myelograms later – no MRIs back then – and I was diagnosed with having “inflammation of the vertebrae”. But Dr. Rodgers admitted they really had no clear-cut understanding of what was happening to me. Until, as suddenly as it came, the pain went away.
I went on to finish high school, worked in the shipyards, the steel mills, got drafted into the Army and no more pain. Until I got to college. Four years into getting my degree in philosophy, my lower back exploded. Herniated disc. Then surgery. Then still more years of brutal pain.
So I get what you’re going through…at least up to a point.
Don’t talk to him like he’s a computer and you’re imputing data, or like it’s a court of law. And don’t try to pantomime your pain. Just be very frank with him. “Look doctor, I’m in an intense amount of pain.” Look a motherfucker in the eye.
I know exactly what ‘snap’ yer talking about cuz I heard the same one when I was 22. Pulling up rafters while framing a house. I remembered my knees buckled from the pain, but moments later it stopped hurting, so I continued working. Then, many minutes later, bang it was back.
But rather than stop working and at least sitting down if not leave immediately for the emergency room, I finished the day out. Why? Because I was embarrassed and didn’t want my job jeopardized by leaving in the middle of the day. Dude was that kind of guy. Fire u in a second and pic up another one on craigslist the next day, no problem.
The pressure I was under forced, or at least compelled me, to put in danger my very well being just so I could keep a job.
Most don’t understand the environment of construction workers and how brutal the expectations placed upon them by the competitive market, really are. I mean these boys are fucking running it and if u can’t keep up, you are forever shamed by the crew.
I recall new kids as helpers and laborers who were so nervous during their evaluations that they’d almost fall off the roof trying to prove to everyone they weren’t afraid.
And I thought about how brutal all this was and then I saw that the whole conflict, the while frantic pace of this operation, was because of the ruthless motive of profit.
Prob with back pain is that there are a gazillion nerves back there that could produce severe pain if surrounding tissue becomes inflammed. And there are 7,983 reasons why tissue back there might become inflammed. Really a terrible design and I have no idea what god was thinking.
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Your anger is justified, prom. Don’t let anyone tell you that it’s not.
No ‘civilized’ country on earth should leave its citizens in a state where they have to put up with excruciating pain and/or go bankrupt. It’s not just cruel, it’s evil.
It’s not socialism or communism to care for each other. Caring for your own is part of the human psyche and has been practiced for thousands of years before that obese, oily carbuncle-faced, parasite Groucho started writing about his utopia while, I might add, leaching on the generosity of those who did real work.
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No. I don’t believe in giving in to self-entitled, privileged, white people. She’s just a Karen. I’m going to call her Karen Carpenter from now on. I might play some music loud enough so she can hear it over the buzz saw just to rub it in.
I’ll tell her to stop complaining. I’ll tell her how lucky she is. I’ll tell her to hold her privileged and that she should man-up and put up with the so called ‘injustice’ (yeah, I’ll use air quotes, too). I’ll ask her if she knows how hard women had it during the war. I’ll then mansplain how they used to work 10 hours a day in factories for next to no pay – no I’ll make that 14hours a day and tell her they had to pee in bottles like they do at Amazon.
I just don’t get these privileged people today. I just don’t get why she isn’t grateful for the little I’m willing to give her and don’t start me on ‘the children’. Geezus trying getting one to clean your chimney nowadays and see what happens. 
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Like Pedro, I didn’t read all that either.
If you aren’t claiming taxes, did you get a state insurance card?
Have you already seen a regular, general practitioner? One who can write a full month prescription? If so, why didn’t he?
Emergency rooms never give more than a few pills.
You devil. 
“leaching on the generosity of those who did real work.”
Bro, the dude had a job with the papers but was exiled and considered public enemy number one. What’s he supposed to do, pick up a job bagging groceries in some third world country? Fuck that, we need Karl to put that pen to work, and Engels is gonna hold em down while he does it. That’s how we roll.
“Have you already seen a regular, general practitioner?”
Naw, I can’t put the money up to get in, and I wouldn’t take the gamble anyway. There’s no guarantee that after giving this guy $200 just to walk through the door and into his office, he’d decide to give me a prescription.
If he didn’t, I’d be out that $200, and I need that for upcoming vehical tax and insurance payments.
Basically I need that money to a) give the government it’s yearly extortion fee so I can own and operate my vehicles, and b) give to an insurance company because since it’s possible that I might get into a wreck, I should give them all my money just in case, even if I never get into a wreck.
So u see what little cheddar I do have at the moment is spoken for.
What I’d like to do is sue wake med, but I’m reading that this would be very difficult to do.
I’ll at least run my case by a lawyer and see wut he says. We’d argue that permanent nerve damage resulted from wake med ignoring me for two weeks. This is why I pushed the one doc to get me that x-ray. That constitutes physical proof. I made sure the clowns at wake med knew what was going on so they couldn’t play dumb.
See what I mean? Blind fish.
Hedy asshole, did you get the medicine?
Alas, i did not.