I feel like such a minority because I consider myself a Democrat when I really should be a Republican.
I should be a Republican because I worked hard to get the little things I have with no other help.
I should be a Republican because it really pisses me off to see illegals getting a free ride into college while my own daughter is fighting hard in the military for her education.
I should be a Republican because I see illegals every day driving nicer cars than my own knowing full well just as soon as they can no longer afford their nice truck it's going to Mexico.
I should be a Republican because I hate to see my taxes go to people that take it for granted.
I should be a Republican because even though my health care is high,I can still afford it and we deal with it like we do our taxes deducted from us every pay check and it has saved my life and anything I need I can get.
I should be a Republican because I believe in doing hard work and the harder you work the greater the reward.
So why am I a Democrat?
Because I see my neighbors and friends.
I see some struggling to keep their homes.
I see a lot of pride in their faces.
I see their embarrassment to their situation.
And I also see
How easy those people could be me.
They worked all their lives too.
Maybe even a lot more than myself.
Some I know have busted major ass.
We always hear about the bad apples.
But we don't hear too much about the victims.
I don't want to live in a neighborhood full of empty houses.
I don't want to feel... superior to the next person.
I don't want to see pain in the world.
So at least maybe I can help a few
By being a Democrat.
Ah fuck it.
Both parties are bad anymore.
I am not for sure where I stand on this issue I know I that I am homeless I live in a shelter and I can not afford to go to the doctor. I had to have my back fused almost two years ago it cause me pain every day . The surgery was an emergency surgery I would have never haver had it if I could have maybe gotten some medical care before it had gotten to bad. At that time I was on the streets of Portland Main. I was working for a carnival in Virginia when I messed up my back I herniated a disk in my lower back picking up a big tint top to load it in a truck. The next day I went to the ER and was told that I just pulled my back. Now the funny thing is when the doctor and the nurses found out that I was in town working for a carnival I received just the minimum of care that I think they could give the doctor came in looked at my back felt around and told me that I had pulled some muscles gave me a shot of Valium and some morphine and gave me a couple of prescriptions and sent me on my way. No matter that I could not walk or stand for two weeks after. Any way a month latter I am in main and by now I have had to quit working because I can not stand for a long time and I am having trouble walking I set for to long I hurt I lay down it hurts. I keep falling I have muscle spasms in my legs and my back hurts like hell. And I can not find a doctor that will have anything to do with me. The homeless clinic in Portland gives me a referral to have a MRI. The doctor and hospital will not do the MRI because I have no way of paying the 900 bucks for the test. So I get no MRI and no medical care. I start going to the emergency rooms to get pain relief. The emergency room staffs at both the local hospitals get to know me and they brand me a drug seeker. So I have to start giving false names to be seen. Because if my file is read and the doctor sees that I have been to the emergency room five times that month for pain relief I would get a stern bitching at by the doctor and get told that nothing could be done and that I was just going to have to deal with it and I would not receive any pain meds. Well about six months pass like this and the falling gets worse. One night I fall down a flight of stairs split my head and have to go get stiches. I get to the ER and I give a fake name and am seen. Its funny now that I think back as long as I gave them fake info the doctors would see me and they paid so little attention that most never remembered my face but if I gave my real name and it would have a page in my files that stated that I was a drug seeker and had no insurance I would not get treated right or would get accused of doing something to hurt my self just to get drugs. Any way I get my head stitched up and get sent out as I was walking back to the place I was sleeping quite high on the shots I was giving I fall again this time the disk in my back herniates more putting more pressure on my spinal cored causing my left leg to stop working and I start losing control of my bowels I start shitting on myself and pissing on myself the next day I make my way to a fire station pretty much having to crawl. I finally get to the hospital again and one of the doctors decides that maybe I might need a MRI that I just might have a problem being that I cant keep from shitting on myself. Although I am surprised that they did not just deem me as drunk and put me out the door. Well the MRI shows the blown out disk in my back and I get operated on. Another thing about being homeless is that you always have to keep every thing you own with you so I carry a backpack with every thing I have in it and it weighs around 40 to 50 pounds. Any way I get this fusion in my lower back that fixes my leg and ends the problem with me shitting my pants. A day after my surgery I am first told to not lift anything over ten pounds I ask for how long and the doctor replies for ever. I first think of my backpack then I am told that I am going to be released from the hospital then I get a large shot of pain meds and a shot of Valium two hours latter I am getting out of the hospital with a large perscription of pain pills and muscle relaxers. They roll me to the door in a wheel chair with my pack in my lap and dump me at the door. I am to walk to the shelter carrying my backpack a day after I had my back fused. I get to the shelter about 3 hours latter hurting like hell and it was only about a mile walk. I wait till from 10:00 am till 6:00pm for the shelter to open I get a bed and I lay down on a mat on the floor. That night some one that knew that I just got out of the hospital sat on me while I was rolled over and went through my stuff until they got what they wonted which was my pain meds the next morning I end up back in the hospital this time they decide to keep me longer. Any way I still have trouble with my back I hurt most of the time and am supposed to be on pain meds and muscle relaxers all the time trouble is I cant get the meds I need unless I go to an ER I try to stay out of emergency rooms now. So I do without unless it just gets unbearable and I have to go. I never received any follow up so no therapy the therapist office even refused to give me an appointment because I had no insurance the same with the follow up doctor I was given. So I just live with it until I get tired of pain and its usually easer to turn to illegal drugs than go to an er.
if you had the MJ card when WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING OUTSIDE CALI!!!!?????? Jesus man, that card is the ticket to you having a job, money, a roof over your head, and medicine for your back. If you indeed really had the card, then you have no fucking right to bitch about being homeless or anything else. You were given the key to the kingdom and you threw it the fuck away.