MY TERROR BEGAN MAY 2020 WHEN JAMAICAN JHORE JOHNSON BEGAN DATA BREACHES IN TAMPA GENERAL HOSPITAL SYSTEM HCA HOSPITAL SYSTEM MAGELLAN HEALTH CARE TRI CARE MEMORIAL HOSPITAL SYSTEMS ADVENT DOING HER PART FOR THIS FRAUD OPERATION HACKING INTO MEDICAL RECORDS DURING COVID ACCESSING PATIENTS RECORDS INSURANCE FRAUD TRADING SELLING AMERICANS MEDICAL INFORMATION IN ORDER TO DEFRAUD DISABLED VETERANS SENIORS HERE IN FLORIDA 2020 I SUFFERED SEVERE UNDERLYING HEALTH CONDITIONS HEART LUNGS STROKE INCLUDING COVID WHILE THESE JAMAICAN FEMALE IDENTITY FRAUD THIEVES DECIDED TO ACCESS OUR PERSONAL INFORMATION HACKING INTO SOCIAL SECURITY TRI CARE MEDICAID MEDICARE QUITE A CONSPIRACY BLESSINGS WATCHING THE FEDERAL BUREAU OF INVESTIGATION CAPTURED JHORE ACCOMPLICE ELAINE ANGENE ESCOE ANNIE PALMER FROM JAMAICA TO HAWAII COMPLETE HARDSHIP FOR MY FAMILY AND THE MANY OTHER AMERICANS WHO FELL VICTIM TO THESE AMERICAN MOST WANTED JAMAICAN FRAUDSTERS SCAMMERS DEFRAUDING AMERICAS MOST VULNERABLE DISABLED VETERANS AND THEIR FAMILIES DISABLED SENIORS DISABLED AMERICANS TRULY SAD
GOD BLESS AMERICA
he signs death like he signs autographs—
quick, proud, no eye contact.
the ink smells of burnt orange peel and sweat.
he’s got the sun behind him,
and a pen that tastes of rust.
the papers call it “justice served,”
but i see a man trying to outpace his own shadow,
killing the ghosts before they vote again.
he changes the rules—
twelve men in a room,
now only eight have to agree
that a man deserves to die.
he smiles for the cameras,
says it’s for the victims,
but the ghosts nod off in the gallery,
too tired to haunt the living anymore.
they say it’s quicker now,
no more appeals that last a lifetime—
just a warrant, a date, a needle.
a machine that hums efficiency
in the land of oranges and hurricanes.
he calls it strength.
the newspapers call it leadership.
the preachers call it divine.
but the dead call it silence.
you can’t see mercy in the muggy air,
only steam rising from asphalt
and the sound of another man’s name
being crossed off the list.
politics is a blood thirsty business,
and power drinks best from a warm vein.
Reusable coffee cup with a metal straw
My small pathetic efforts
Are covered by filth
As fumes of rich suited bastards
cover our longings in excrement
Snatch the medicaid from your dying Grandmother's mangled hand
To fill another yacht
With fake breasts and Botox filled martini glasses
The masses are happy it's July 4th
But I can only hope for change
As Our rights are taken away
Our only crime was being born
Without a silver spoon to pave the way
She poo-pooed her constituent quickly
with, “Well, we all are going to die”
like a queen talking down to the peasants
from her castle way up in the sky
She expressed no concern for the voter
or her plight should she lose Medicaid
with an arrogant wave she dismissed her
and revealed that they all had been played
So the people who put her in office
called her out with a chorus of boos
and the threat to remove her forever
this is known as Republican Blues
And the Lord will say to them on Judgment Day,
“I was hungry, and you defunded my food aid programs.
I was thirsty, and you rolled back drinking water protections.
I was a stranger, and you snatched me and deported me.
I was naked, and you gave tax breaks to billionaires.
I was sick, and you cut Medicaid and Medicare.
I was in prison, and you gave me no due process.”
And the self-righteous will ask him,
“Lord, when did we do those things to you?”
The Lord will answer them,
“Whatever you did
to one of the least of these,
brothers and sisters of mine,
you did to me.”
(Paraphrased excerpt from Matthew 25:31-46.)
(First published in Substack, 21 May 2025. See also my poems “Bringing Heaven to Earth” and “Quantum Acts of Kindness.”)
The safety net dangles
blows, twists, and turns
in the increasing winds
cut from its moorings,
and the people fall
grasping for
the shredded and useless
remains
evisceration of social programs
Medicaid, food stamps
consumer protection
job security
cuts to vital research
alienation of long-faithful allies
emulating dictators instead
flouting of the courts
rescinding environmental laws
erasing history and
all vestiges of non-white
accomplishments
making America white again
issuing edicts to silence
all who do not bend
the media universities
judges Congress
art and social institutions
theater and concerts
forcing religion in schools
Constitution be damned!
and the torn safety nef
flaps in the wind
With Medicaid I got my dentures so bright
To pursue each and every culinary delight
Now with swagger I sway
But DOGE takes them away
Guess it's yogurt for dinner again tonight
On May 11th, Hawaii did declare,
The pandemic's end, no longer a scare.
Federal word, the last state to know,
Preparing for changes in the vaccine flow.
Medicaid shifts, seniors in plight,
September 24th, the end in sight.
In early June, insurers did call,
Reassessing coverages, answers to stall.
July brought news, uncertain and grim,
Doctors from Honolulu, prospects dim.
August 13th, a reevaluation came,
Insurance updates, changes to name.
September 4th, last talks in the air,
Doctors and insurers, a tangled affair.
Neighbors noticed a front lanai void,
Paramedics broke in, stained glass destroyed.
September 30th, Hilo Hospital's care,
Unconscious, admitted, a fate to bear.
Rehabilitating now, seeking what's just,
Attorney in tow, a lawsuit a must.
In court, on the prosecutor's side,
Facing defenses, where Luigi will bide.
From issue to hope, a journey so grand,
Manus, Festus, Infestus – a fight at hand.
If you are fortunate to be able to have you and your
family's dental needs taken care of-
thank the good Lord when you pray,
because many in our midst cannot make a
dental appointment on any given day.
Men, women, children are struggling with
tooth decay, their teeth hurt,
dentists out there, I'm not trying to be curt.
The high cost of dental care leaves many
people in a tough situation,
this must be addressed more in our nation.
Some people have died of dental disease,
listen, dentists, please-
I know some of you are paying off student loans,
but this problem can't be left alone,
if you haven't already, try to fit into your time,
charitable dental work for those squeezing
every dime.
Some families make a little over the Medicaid
and other social health programs threshold,
but still need help, so may I speak bold-
perhaps some socialized dentistry, if that's
what it takes,
especially for the needy's sake.
For many, sitting in a dental chair has not
been in awhile,
and God wants everyone to be able to smile. ~
The way we will travel will
Determine how we approach
Doing what humans do.
The Prairie Dog Connecter
Is an idea to bring the future
To travel and creating
Environmental solutions to
Futuristic travel.
A underground tunnel with
Service roads and stores and
Lodging to ensure the safety
Of traveling in our bearing
Future. Underground boring
To create safer traveling
In our new world.
Putting people were they are
Needed. Providing communication
Medicaid, supplies, repair services
And commercial and lodging so
All people are safe and the risk
Or exploitation is reduced.
Wisdom can outline the proposal
To illustrated both our objectives
and goals. Water collection and
Waste recycling stations monitored
By people who know what they are
doing.The stakes are high, but we
Can meet the challenge to
Succeed to create traveling systems
That are envied and are illustrated
Models for the rest of the world!
Trump was seen in a penny arcade
Making eyes at a very old maid
Although she was old
Her facemask was gold
A Republican on Medicaid?
What would a Cosmos President Do?
If I were ever elected President
Of the United States
This is what I would do
First I would announce
We are going to go to Mars
The Moon and beyond
We would develop WARP capable space ships
And teleportation devices
We would solve climate change
We would transition to the green new deal
We would set up Medicaid for all
We would mandate national service
In return, we would pay for college
For all who want to go
And small business loans
To set up a start-up
I would launch
Operation cure cancer
And Alzheimer's as well
That is what a Cosmos President would Do
I’m an “Other”
By George W. Clever-------10 November 2015
I’m an “other” how about you
Are you an “other” too?
Our Congressman asked for my opinion on his officious form
Questions about federal budgets, deficits and ****
What did I think about ISIS and fair taxes?
Would I choose gun control, baby killings or free college classes?
It would only take fifteen minutes he promised
To complete the survey so he could keep Congress honest.
Filling each and every circle
Until my pencil gripping fingers turned shades of purple.
Support a cut in Medicaid?
No more Senior raises in boxes soon they’ll be laid?
Give illegals the right to vote?
Make marijuana a legal tote?
English language must be spoken?
Attacks on Christians are not a joke?
Health care for all?
And who will pay?
At last the political questions were at end
Just fill out the last questions about me and send
Address zip code and age were easy
The next question made me queasy
Could not ask my deceased Father or Mother
White- Black- Hispanic- Asian or Other?
No American Indian I suppose
Tippecanoe and Winnie the Poo
I like Ike on a motorbike
It's the Economy, Cupid
Read My Lips, No Teacher's Strike
Let's Make America Unequal Again
All the way with Medicaid
A New Deal, A Fart and a Squeal
It's Morning Again, the GOP Way
Nixon and Lodge, the issues they dodged
Goldwater and Miller, a ticket-killer
McCain and Palin, set folks to wailing
Bush and Cheney, a pair of zanies
Nixon and Agnew, a pair straight from the zoo
Mondale and Ferraro, couldn't have beaten Zorro
Dole and Kemp, wouldn't legalize hemp
Clinton and Gore, we couldn't stand anymore...
In 2020, what slogan will be number one
Something like Bernie's: Vote For Me -- No Mo Fun
The slave master is still taking care of your children
He still houses (Section 8) them
He still feeds (Food Stamp) them
He still has health care (Medicaid) for them
He still educates (Affirmative Action) them
He still robs (Cheap Labor) them
He still kills (Police Brutality) them
When are going to take care of your own children
Slave Dad
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