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Friday, April 02, 2021

SOCIALISM: BORDER, MONEY TREE, AND STOCK MARKET (published 4-2-2021)

 Introduction

I did not intend to write this article today, on Good Friday. Postal mail yesterday and e-mail today, however, set my thoughts into motion. My fingers decided to start typing.

The USSA slide into “democrat socialistic utopia” is becoming a free fall, rather quickly. The following are three examples.

Border

We are on the newsletter e-mail list of USA (USSA) Senator Marsha Blackburn (Republican, Tennessee). We received a newsletter this morning. On 3/30/2021, she sent a letter to the Secretary of USSA Department of Homeland Security and the Acting Director of USSA Immigration and Customs Enforcement (ICE). Apparently, ICE has promised $86,900,000 Monopoly money to, Endeavors, a Texas-based nonprofit. The purpose is to “house about 1,200 illegal immigrant family members in hotel rooms.”

According to the letter, in 2018, Endeavors received $38,000,000 in contributions and grants. Almost $22,000,000, 57.8% of that, paid salaries. (That is amazing! Endeavors is a profit for salaried staff.)

The cost to house 1,200 illegal immigrant families, for six months, is about $71,000 per person. “For a family of four, that amounts to a shocking $284,000 – enough to buy a small house.” (Well, it would buy a good sized house around here.)

The “democrat socialist” goal in NOT to secure the border. It is to allow illegal aliens to flood into the USSA. The goal is to water down the conservative population percentage of the total USSA population. They are winning.

Money Tree

Senator Blackburn, on 4/1/2021 (Atheists' Day), had questioned the first president of the USSA (Biden), on the $2,000,000,000,000 “infrastructure plan.” Her main critique was that six percent or less of the Monopoly money would be used for roads and bridges. She had other valid points of criticism also.

Earlier today, Good Friday, Senator Blackburn, with two others, introduced the Paving the Way for Rural Communities Act of 2021, as “a tax-free alternative.” The details do not indicate the allocation or re-allocation of Monopoly money, as far as I took the time to search. The proposal indicates the removal of various government red tape items.

Senator Blackburn and others are trying to stop the printing press from making more Monopoly money. I hope they succeed.

Apparently, if the USSA president states that two trillion dollars ($2,000,000,000,000) – which the USSA does NOT have – will be spent, then I assume that he knows how to grow a “great new deal” of dollars on a money tree. Otherwise, the printing press will continue to print more and more Monopoly money. Eventually, the dollar will be as worthless as . . . .


As a point of further interest (pun intended), Mrs. Appalachian Irishman and I received our American Rescue Plan Act of 2021 payment card today, Good Friday. We do not need the Monopoly money, which had to have been borrowed from China, etc. I hope, when we deposit the payment card in our bank account, that we help rescue America. The country needs to be rescued.

Money does not grow on trees. It is, however, printed away into devaluation. https://www.worldometers.info/us-debt-clock/ and https://usdebtclock.org/ both still click away! I like the second website. It looks better. The number are close enough to matching.

Stock Market

I have been wondering why the Stock Market has not been tanking into a bear market. I had speculated that the socialists are beginning to take over the Stock Market. It turns out that I was correct.

By postal mail, on Atheists' Day, yesterday, we received requests to vote by proxy, regarding an item in our IRA portfolios. (We get them about once a year.) I shred and recycle them without reading, usually. I took the time to read this one. I'm glad that I did.

From Reuters, 3/15/2021 article, it seems that Warren Buffett -- age 90, controlling shareholder, Chairman, and CEO, of Berkshire Hathaway Inc. -- urged shareholders to reject the proposals, made by certain shareholders, that would require annual reports, regarding the efforts of the corporation to address “global climate change” and to promote “diversity and inclusion.” (It's not global warming anymore.) Those two items have been part of the socialist agenda a long time.

I decided to dig a little deeper. I found several items that support my speculation. One, among several, is Task Force on Climate-related Financial Disclosures. From their website, “As the Earth’s temperature rises, increasingly common natural disasters are disrupting ecosystems and human health, causing unanticipated business losses, and threatening assets and infrastructure. In response, governments and private sector entities are considering a range of options for reducing global emissions, which could result in disruptive changes across economic sectors and regions in the near term.”

The above entity includes Climate Action 100+. From that website, “Launched in December 2017, Climate Action 100+ garnered immediate worldwide attention. Designed by investors for investors, the initiative aims to ensure the world’s largest corporate greenhouse gas emitters take necessary action on climate change.”

The more one digs, the more he finds. I dug more. I found more. You can do the same. The following are a few organizations that support the ones that advocate “global climate change” and “diversity and inclusion” factors in the Stock Market: Climate Works Foundation (which is supported by it's financial contributors), Children's Investment Fund Foundation, Sea Change Foundation, etc.

The Socialists are becoming an ever increasing force in the Stock Market. In the long-term, that is bad for the USSA. In the short-term, our IRAs are still holding their own. We may be able to retire eventually – depending on how fast inflation starts eating into our nest eggs.

Conclusion

This is still a Good Friday, folks – despite this article and the red bud and/or dogwood winter we are in now.

My next article will place this temporal triviality into everlasting perspective.


Monday, March 29, 2021

MY 'BIONIC' JOURNEY, SO FAR: 3/29/2016 to 3/29/2021

 Introduction

On 8/26/2016, I wrote my first article, on the subject. The article is "I'm Still Alive – Why?"

That article was my seventy-first article. This article, published on 3/29/2021, is my two hundredth article. In the one hundred and twenty nine articles that I have written, in between 8/26/2016 and 3/29/2021, I have commented on various aspects of my ongoing “bionic” life. My 3/21/2021 article, by short title, "My 'Bionic' Excuse," included three X-rays. If you haven't seen my “pretty pictures,” feel free to look – only if you are not too squeamish.

In this 200th article, I will summarize main details, perhaps adding a few new items along the way. My purpose is not simply to “tell my 'bionic' story.” I have a friend and brother in Christ, whom I have not met yet in person. He is in the early stages of his ongoing recovery. His malady is different than my multi-trauma (as they call it) has been. The stages of ongoing recovery, however, are and will be similar. I want to inspire my friend and brother in Christ. His recovery may be quicker than mine, which is ongoing, for about five more years or so.

I hope that my readers, in general, are inspired also. Never give up! It is step by step and day by day.

I will set the details in stages. Afterward, I will write concluding remarks.

Stage One (3/29/2016 – 5/4/2016; 36 days in two hospitals)

The following is a segment from my yet unfinished and unpublished book, “Light at the End of the Tunnel.” I had written the segment, on 8/24/2016, very early in my still ongoing recovery.

On 3/29/2016, Tuesday, life as I had known it ended. I was driving home from the office. An 18-year-old female -- who had no auto insurance, no income, and no resources -- failed to yield to my right of way. She turned left, directly into the left front quarter panel of my truck. My ’95 Nissan truck died. I almost did. After 36 days in two hospitals, I came home on 5/4/2016, to continue the multiple weeks of recovery and physical therapy. My upper left arm, right knee, and right foot have a combined 25 metal pins or screws in them. My brain managed to slosh back into place fully. My left eye recovered fully. My job was held open, for when I would be able to return, from my “sabbatical.” Despite a still swollen foot and ankle and stiff knee, I can walk, with a limp, even without the crutch (for a short distance).

On 8/24/2016, I have written again. It was my attempt to find a way to overcome the absolute boredom, of staying indoors, with still no truck to drive – even if my damaged right foot would have allowed.

I did not know that I was alive when the surgeon repaired my shoulder and knee. My brain had “sloshed back into place,” in time for me to speak with my surgeon, before he repaired my right foot. That was on April 13th. He knew that I hiked. He said, “you will hike again. It may not be until the fall.” From his words, I had speculated my full and complete recovery later in 2016! I was wrong. I am still recovering.

I was at the University of Tennessee Medical Center from March 29th to April 19th21 days. Mrs. Appalachian Irishman, bless her heart, was with me daily, even when my brain was still sloshing, and I didn't know anything. Family, friends, and neighbors visited. I don't remember some of the visits. I almost died twice, so my wife tells me, due to the concussion. After about ten days, I started to become aware that I was alive and that I was in a deep dark hole. I started to think about how I could get out of that hole. I am on the upper edge of that hole now. I'm still working on climbing out fully.

I remember some, limited, physical therapy. My right leg to foot were immobilized completely. The wheelchair and my wife got me around. I couldn't read or watch television, unless I wore the patch over my left eye. Otherwise, I was seeing double. The ice cream, on the outside deck, on which ever floor we were, were good times! I was outside at least, with my wife pushing me around in the wheelchair and buying the ice cream.

April 19th was my transition, by ambulance, to Patricia Neal Rehabilitation Center. It is part of Fort Sanders Regional Medical Center. I remember the fifteen days there much better. Mrs. Appalachian Irishman continued by my side, wheeling me around in the wheelchair, etc. It was “fun.” (Do not eat a full bag of chocolate covered peanuts! You will pay for it, on the portable commode seat, later! No worries! I could wipe my back side, with my right hand, not my left. My wife had the “fun” of flushing the mess, in the hospital room commode.)


I think my wife took the above photograph of my right leg at Patricia Neal Rehabilitation Center, in late April. Those hospital beds are NOT comfortable. I slept on my bed, or tried to do so. Mrs. Appalachian Irishman slept, or tried to do so, on the bed beside me. (I had a private room.) Near bedtime, the nurse finally stopped asking me if I needed a pain pill. NO! Give me two Tylenol pills. I'll sleep. I did, well enough. I don't know what pain medicine they pumped in me, in the early days, when I was, apparently, trying to not die. When I became aware of reality, I refused all pain pills! I had wanted to know the feelings of the damage, to know how to get out of the dark hole.

I had, daily, except Sundays, what I call “brain” therapy, physical therapy, and occupational therapy, several times a day. My wife had to wheelchair me, via the elevator, to the location each time. Several good therapists were there. I remember Heather, by first name. She was the best. Saturdays were a lighter schedule. I was glad. I was always trying to endure. Oh, I got a good bench seat shower every week! I managed to get to the point that the nurse didn't need to see my private areas! I could do it alone. Well, my wife helped some with my private areas, bless her heart. She had seem them before.

“Brain” therapy was mental games, to see how well my brain was doing. They were easy, but I fatigued quickly, as my brain still recovered. I moved my left hand in circles on a table. My left hand picked up toy items to stack (as a child would). I don't know why they wanted me to play cornhole. I couldn't toss with my dominate and busted up left arm. I had to use my right. When I was allowed to start trying to bend my right knee, I tried to turn the pedals on a stationary bicycle, with my right leg. I couldn't do it. There were other aspects of the therapy. I remember them all. My concussioned brain was working correctly.

As in Star Wars, “May the 4th be with you!” On May 4th, my 15 days at Patricia Neal Rehabilitation Center were done. I could manage to transition from wheelchair to our 2008 Honda Civic passenger side, with painful effort trying to move my right leg, from knee down, forward enough to fit inside the car. (The seat was back as far as it could go.) I was home. It felt good. I was inside. I could see Molly (our 'ol puppy) through the windows. Family, friends, and neighbors started to visit, at certain times.

Stage Two (48 Out-Patient Physical Therapy Sessions)

The wheelchair, portable commode, shower bench, and other items came home also. The commode stayed near me, in the living room. I could transition from wheelchair to couch and from couch to portable commode, using my good left leg. My right leg looked like a toothpick. My left shoulder looked pushed in and down. I didn't have a left pectoral muscle.

(If you don't or can't use muscle, it will be gone in two weeks. You have to rebuild it all. I did. My right leg has the same power as my left leg. My shoulders are even. My left pectoral has been back for years. My left side neck muscles look the same as my right side neck muscles. It has taken time and effort, day by day. When I was able to have my wife begin taking me to our chiropractor, my bones kept alignment. We still see our chiropractor, ever four weeks, for tune ups. My bones keep alignment. My soft tissue still needs improvement.)

The best “fun” of being home, before I could manage to shower, using the shower bench, with my wife's help, in her bathroom, was when my wife gave me a weekly sponge bath, in our kitchen. Warm water can become cold quickly! I endured. My wife endured. Thanks, wife!

On 5/3/2016, the day before my discharge to home, Mrs. Appalachian Irishman helped me arrange the TEMPORARY wheelchair ramp, from driveway to front porch. On the day that I came home, 5/4/2016, the ramp was installed. I never did photograph the entire ramp. It was TEMPORARY.

Oh, here is a “pretty” picture of my right leg. I'm on the couch. You can see various TEMPORARY devices in the image. I took the photograph on 6/6/2016. The what I called “100 lb.” knee brace was off. I still have it. I still have the boot for my foot. They are souvenirs.

 

At some point after 5/4/2016, I had the “joy” of my three sixteen-session rounds of out-patient physical therapy. Mrs. Appalachian Irishman drove me to and from each one. Let's see. Three times sixteen is forty-eight, right? I thought so.

The location was at the Orthopaedic Center, near the University of Tennessee Medical Center. My wife tried to miss the rough spots on the roads to and from the Center. My right foot and knee still felt every one of them. My wife would have to “trap” Molly in her basement condominium, temporarily, while she got me to and from the house and car, using that ramp. (We had several times of rainy weather “fun.”) After a while, she didn't need to “trap” Molly temporarily! I could see Molly, briefly, outside! I had managed, over time, to get from wheelchair to rolling walker! Eventually, I could rolling walker down and up the ramp, with my wife nearby.

I had taken my first “baby steps,” three in all, on 6/16/2016. I've written about that before. You can find details in my archived articles. Granny Wood was born on 6/16/1901.

The effort to get from wheelchair, to rolling walker, to walking stick, then to no help was NOT fun. I can endure pain. There were times that, almost cursing, I had to tell a therapist, “STOP! I'M DONE.” I couldn't move my shoulder, knee, or foot – which ever was the target of work at the time – any farther, in which ever direction. After many attempts, I could, finally, get the stationary bicycle to turn a full circle, with my right leg!

I set my own home physical therapy schedule. (I've written about it before.) They wanted my home routine to be three times, for 30 minutes, a day. I knew that I could do more. The trips to and from out-patient therapy were usually Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. My schedule was five hours daily. Each hour started at 9 AM, 11 AM, 1 PM, 3 PM, and 5 PM. I skipped the 1 PM and 3 PM schedule on my out-patient therapy days. I included all seven days of the week, usually. Sometimes, I had to take a weekend or at least a Sunday off. Sometimes, when I was “feeling my oats,” I added a 7 PM one hour extra!

The out-patient therapy was NOT fun. I endured. My wife knows the details as well as I do. By the way, NEVER say, “suck it up, buttercup” to me! I heard it a couple of times at therapy. I educated the ones who said that to me. They learned. I endured. Remember, as I phrase it, “no gain; no pain!” If you want to gain, take the pain.

Stage Three (“Normal” Life Returning)

Papaw Ferrell passed away, on 11/21/1970. On 11/21/2016, I drove the car to and from the location, to check out my soon-to-be “new, 'ol” truck, 2006 Nissan Frontier. 11/24/2016 was Thanksgiving. (Mom was born on Thanksgiving, 11/24/1932.) The next day, I drove our car, with my wife with me. We got my new, to me, truck! You've seen his photographs many times, if you have been reading my website. He loves to have his picture taken.

12/7/2016, Pearl Harbor Day, was my first trip, in my truck, to and from the homeplace. It had been a while. The homeplace was, and still is, surviving well enough.

12/19/2016 was my first day of return from my work “sabbatical.” The first two weeks were working Monday, Wednesday, and Friday only. Afterward, I resumed the Monday through Friday routine. I started back to work too soon. I knew it later. I endured it. We needed my paychecks. My wife's pay could keep us going, on the monthly costs plus some extra for retirement, maybe. (I had budgeted our construction to permanent home mortgage that way, in 2003, as I tried to think ahead.) My pay had to kick in, to help.

The only financial “help” that we had was (a) the insurance pay for my '95 Nissan that had died and (b) the months of paid leave that I had accumulated on my job. My health insurance and our automobile insurance folks had asked me to let them know, if I could ever get any money from the “turnip” that had tried to kill me, on 3/29/2016. They had tried, with failure. I didn't care. I was trying to work on surviving!

12/22/2016 was a winter day – either way, if you count winter starting on 12/1 (as I do) or on 12/21. I hiked House Mountain (loop trails at least). That was #137 and #1 “bionic.” I had missed my surgeon's prediction by ONE day ONLY. As I have written, “a man has to start somewhere.”

On 1/28/2017, my new 'ol truck and I hauled to the dump the TEMPORARY ramp! By MYSELF, as I wanted to do, I ripped apart and broke up that ramp! It took more than one day. 1/28/2017 was the final day.

 

The above photograph is the final load that my truck and I hauled off. That was a psychological victory!

12/3/2017 was my House Mountain hike #141 (#5 “Bionic”). I happened to meet my friend, Mr. Antonov. We had hiked together several times, and I had met him on the trails many times before. (My hiking log has the details, for family, who may access my log. I might publish my log, but not today.) This was our first time to meet, since I acquired my “bionics.” We talked. I told him about my “fun,” so far. He examined me on the ridge line. I remember the exact location. He has a doctorate in nuclear physics. He has a self-educated doctorate in many other fields, including medical. After he listened to me, asked questions, and examined me, he stated, “It will take you ten years, before you do not notice much, if any, difference.” That was his way of telling me that my ten-year recovery (well, I hope ten years only) was underway well.

Mr. Antonov was right. Various medical folks have speculated many things. I was told that I would never serve a tennis ball over my head again. I have been able to do that a long time now. I continue, day by day, slowly but steadily. I have had to go backward, temporarily, to go forward more times than I can count.

Stage Four (Life, “Such As It Is,” Continues)

If you read my articles from 8/29/2016 to today (3/29/2021), you will notice that life, “such as it is,” continues. I'm still standing here. I ain't breathing hard!

The soft tissue (i.e., muscle, ligaments, etc.) are still my work in progress. Each “bionic” joint still feels the differences. I do not feel pain – unless I've reached the point of “pain” is my “new normal.” No, it's not pain. It's tightness only now. Each step feels different, for my right foot. I have taken some steps where both steps felt the same. I like those moments!

Today marks the half way point, in my ten-year recovery. I hope Mr. Antonov was right. I think that he was. I should know. I am inside my body. The step-by-step, day-by-day process continues.

I do not concern myself with the mundane details of my temporal life. I write on “polytics,” etc., at times. It's temporal stuff. I take temporal life in the everlasting perspective. My sarcastic humor helps.

Each morning, I still do various stretches, before getting out of bed. I have been taking hot to cold showers for so long that I don't remember when I started. I have taken a year of deep tissue massage therapy. I have tried all the various creams and ointments. I have inquired about other types of therapy and found no interest. I even tried the “marijuana” sublingual liquid. All it did was give me the munches! That didn't last long. I KNOW what I have ENDURED. There are other details. My wife knows them.

Hey! I need to get House Mountain hike #178 done! It will be a future hike. Let's hike! I DO NOT BACK DOWN. I ENDURE. I'M THAT STUBBORN, as long as I have life in this body.

Conclusion

On 11/3/2016, I started writing “Punctuated Providence.” It will be an addendum to my yet unpublished, “Light at the End of the Tunnel” book. One segment reads:

God, however, will allow disease, sorrow, calamity, injury, and death to occur in our lives – whenever, at the most inappropriate times. My years after our return from Russia demonstrate that. My current situation demonstrates that. In providence, God may protect us from the above, or he may allow it to come, and to come in waves. We want to know why he acts in providence at times and why he does not at times. He does not tell us. He may tell us in heaven. We may “cuss and fuss.” We may loose the zeal of what once was a strong faith. We may give up. I have done these.

The bottom line is that I am still saved by God’s grace through my faith. My faith, punctured by pain, is not what it once was. God is not as close as he once was. Why has he allowed so much tragedy, since we came back from Russia? He only knows. I do not. He will not tell me why. I just trust that he has his reasons. Whatever. Blah, blah, blah . . . .

This 3/29/2021 article is relatively trivial, folks! When I publish my book, my “bionic” life will be a side note only. My “Light at the End of the Tunnel” book goes back to events that started on 12/28/1999. It involves my godly mother. Since then, my “five scars” are healing. They have been: emotional, relational, spiritual, theological, and occupational.

My 3/29/2016 physical damage was trivial. My emotional damage is nominal. My relational damage is relative (no pun intended). My spiritual and theological statuses have improved. My occupational life endures, until I can retire.

I am ready to go HOME, to my everlasting life. I did not take the journey HOME, on 3/29/2016. I will take it eventually. I am READY to go HOME!

Are you ready? If not, you are welcome to comment or to e-mail me. My e-mail is in my website heading. Otherwise, don't concern yourself with the temporal too much (i.e., work, “polytics,” economics, etc.) Work on the family and friends temporal items.

I need to get this article posted. I may have a follow up article in a few days, with more photographs. Y'all keep turnin' right and goin' straight out there! E-mail me, if you would like to start a conversation. I'm standing by. (No, I gave up that wheelchair long ago!)


Saturday, March 27, 2021

3/27/2021, SATURDAY: “POLYTICS,” “GUVRMINT” INCOMPETENCY VERIFIED, & LIFE, “SUCH AS IT IS,” UPDATE

 Introduction

On this stormy and rainy, off and on, 3/27/2021, Saturday, I hope that y'all are enduring the weather “disaster.” The rain comes and goes. Oh, we had a little hail here a couple of times. The hail got up to marble size. I wonder if folks who can't get vehicles into garages, because of too much garage clutter, had vehicle damage. We didn't. Our car and truck were both “in the barn,” safely.

It's a spring storm, y'all! It's nothing else. Don't let those weather folks get you too worked up. It has happened before, over the centuries.

During the afternoon lull, the “luck of the Irish” was with me! I hauled trash, and my truck got his belly full of gas. (He had needed to eat. 3/6/2021 was the last time his belly was filled.) Mrs. Appalachian Irishman, bravely, endured the grocery shopping routine. We are fine, y'all. We're still “livin' la vida 'Rona!”

Hey! I see that MY “livin' la vida 'Rona” phrase, which I STARTED, has caught on! Interweb search it! Here's the Urban Dictionary reference. I DOUBT that I will get credit for coining the phrase. I'm the first one that I know who coined it.

“Polytics”

“Democrat Socialism:” "The Collapsing American Family” article came to me via a “Farcebook” friend's re-post. He is a real life friend and a brother in Christ, which are both more important. It was an okay re-post. (“Farcebook” friends need to STOP re-posting posts from others and WRITE on their OWN websites, AS I DO. Okay, I'm done with my soapbox!) You may follow the link if you are bored. The article is good enough.

The article states the obvious, however. Socialism/ communism is based on the state. The republican (aka “democratic”) form of government is based on the family structure and proper values. (I can parse out “proper values,” if you need me to do so.) A government that is based on God's MORAL LAW (which I can affirm, in logical argument) is RIGHT. I KNOW it. ANYONE with any COMMON SENSE knows it. The uneducated and brain washed masses do not know it.

The USSA “Utopian” socialists have been working, in the former USA, since, at least, the 1880's. They picked up steam, in the 1930's and in the 1960's. They are in control of the former USA now. They control the USSA, which started, as I have written, on 1/6/2021.

As I have written several times before, the USSA has about 70 to 100 years, before it falls. I will be at HOME by then. I still STAND now. The stand of others and me, who agree, is a futile effort, but we still STAND. That's the stubborn Irish in me, at least.

Border Insecurity: any nation that cannot secure its borders is doomed. The USSA (former USA) Department of Homeland Security, Customs and Border Protection, link is here. It shows the USSA border with Mexico. The fence that exists is present. The red shows the new wall system that the last president of the USA, Donald Trump, and his policy installed. They made good progress. The gaps, without any wall, show also. Note: the website states: “Last modified: January 25, 2021. Archived Content. In an effort to keep CBP.gov current, the archive contains content from a previous administration or is otherwise outdated.” (The meaning is that the first president of the USSA (Biden) has not had his folks update the website from the last president of the USA (Trump).

This next link, from the same USSA Department of Homeland Security, Customs and Border Protection, will provide various details. Here is another fairly valid link, to check the details, if you are bored. Here is an even better link, from heritage.org, if you aren't too bored yet.

It is NOT border security. It IS border insecurity. Any once great nation that cannot secure its borders, especially its southern border, is doomed. Are you learning to speak Spanish yet? I'm trying, every now and then. It's an easy language. I'll learn it, if I want to. I can speak Russian. It's a hard enough language to learn. Mandarin is harder. I have barely started on my Mandarin language learning. I may have to get around to it. It depends on whether the Russians or the Chinese begin to control this half of the USSA. I figure that the Russians will take east of the Mississippi River, where we are, and that the Chinese will take west of the Mississippi River. I hope that my gamble is right!

“Guvrmint” Incompetency Verified

On 3/24/2021, Wednesday, my father-in-law's 83rd anniversary of his birth, we received the Tennessee Department of Revenue (aka tax collectors) postcard, by postal mail. I don't know when it was mailed. The post office is slow. The postcard reminded us that our 2008 Honda Civic (Mrs. Appalachian Irishman's car) needed to have a new annual sticker on the license plate. I had already received the same agency's e-mail, on 3/6/2021, and I had paid to get the new sticker that day. The new sticker had come by mail. I had placed the new sticker (2022) on the car, many days ago.

On 3/26/2021, Friday, when I was working at the office (Monday through Wednesday at home; office Thursday and Friday; insanity), we all received an e-mail that stated: the maximum benefit allotment for the household will take place in MARCH. Well, the Tennessee Department of Human Services was only 25 days late on the e-mail. We had know this, since 3/1/2021.

On 3/27/2021, today, Saturday, Mrs. Appalachian Irishman received her Tennessee Department of Health postcard, by postal mail. It reminded her to get her second new cold virus shot. (She had her first new cold virus shot, on 2/24/2021.) My “long-suffering” wife had her second round of the new cold virus shot, on 3/26/2021, about 11 AM, at the Sevier County Health Department. She has had a sore arm (where the shot hit) and a headache, so far. She is not, yet, growing a third ear. That's good. I will NOT take any type of new cold virus shot. I don't need it. My “bionic” parts and I are fine, such as we are. Hike with me. See if you can keep up with me, on the way up the ridge.

Need I write more? The incompetency of the State of Tennessee, in its various departments, is obvious. This is one state. What about the other 49? What about the USSA? The answer is obvious. As Dad used to say, “this country is about gone, boys.” Well, Dad, if you were still here, you would know that the USA is GONE and that the USSA, such as it is, is here.

Life, “Such as it is,” Update

Aside from what I have written earlier, today, I decided to update my 2006 Nissan Frontier's mileage record. I hadn't updated my log in a few months. I hadn't updated my annual mileage and miles per gallon record, since 2018. Times does go by.

My new, 'ol truck's record:

2019: 10,610.6 miles.

           510.37 gallons of gas.

           20.79 miles/gallon.

2020: 6,931.7 miles (only; due to the new cold virus insanity that had started in March).

          342.29 gallons of gas.

          20.25 miles/gallon.

Our 2008 Honda Civic is catching up to the miles on my 2006 Nissan Frontier. Who knows? My 'ol truck may have fewer miles on the clock than our Civic, if this new cold virus continues to work as a tool, for the “Democrat” Socialist powers that be.

Conclusion

I had to get this article published today. I will have a very detailed article that I will publish on 3/29/2021, Monday. The purpose of that future article will be twofold: to encapsulate the main details of my “bionic” fun, since 3/29/2016, and to INSPIRE MY FRIEND and BROTHER IN CHRIST, whom I have not met yet in the flesh. I know him on the “Interweb” only.

Wait for that article. I will be a good one. It may be one of my best, recently.


Wednesday, March 24, 2021

3/24/2021, WEDNESDAY: “LIFE, SUCH AS IT IS,” QUICK UPDATE, FOR FUN AND SERIOUSNESS

 Introduction

I have another “polytics” article in my mind. I have been researching it. Wait for it, please. Until then, this is my “life, such as it is,” update.

Today, was, at least, “interesting.” Enjoy the ride!

The “Fun”

Mrs. Appalachian Irishman continued her to/from work daily routine. I continued my work at home Monday through Wednesday and office Thursday and Friday routine. We survived.

Our neighbor rang the door bell, while I was in the monthly meeting, time waste. The time waste happens monthly. It's boring. I'm used to it. I was in the meeting by phone, as everyone else was, in this “new normal.” Our neighbor offered to mow our yard, which needs mowing. I told him, with phone meeting muted, that I'd call him later. I did.

Afterward, our “mower guy” (i.e., LTD Lawn Service) and his crew arrived, as I knew they would, to mow, for the first mowing of the season. They mowed two neighbors' yards also, while they were in our area. If you need yard mowing, etc., services, especially in east Knox County, Tennessee, you will do no better than to call my “mower guy.” His website, as I've referenced, has his contact information.

My father-in-law attained the young age of 83 today. After my work-at-home day, I called him. I have not seen him since 7/18/2020, due to “the new normal,” or whatever the “mask mafia” has dictated. He's getting along well enough. Mrs. Appalachian Irishman, his eldest daughter, her two sisters, and the daughter of “favorite sister-in-law” had no plans. At 5:44 PM, I hear the garage door opening! Mrs. Appalachian Irishman is home, from the “new normal” festivities, such as it was!

Well, at the Fearghail house, here, the usual routine will continue, such as it is. I'll keep writing, as you keep reading!

Conclusion

I have a known friend. Her husband is in a similar situation, at the second hospital that I was in, back in 2016. I know the details. I pray God's blessings on her husband's recovery. I takes time. God will NOT heal, by miracle, well, unless rarely. It takes time and stubborn determination. I know.

By the way, as the Irish enjoy finishing with humor, we received State of Tennessee, Department of Revenue, Notice of Motor Vehicle Registration Renewal, today. It was a little postcard, in the mailbox. On 3/6/2021, these folks had e-mailed me, regarding our '08 Honda Civic annual tag sticker was due. I had paid them the same day. I have 2022 tag on the car NOW! When will the State of Tennessee every get it's head out of it's rear end?

Supper is ready. Let's eat! Y'all keep turnin' right and goin' straight out there! The straight course will lead us HOME, but not yet, today.


Monday, March 22, 2021

3/22/2021, MONDAY: POLYTICS POT PARTY FUN

 Introduction

“Polytics” is from Greek “poly” (many) and “ticks” (blood suckers). Pot is a known plant-based substance. Party is, well, a party. I hope that you enjoy my article. Let's have some “polytics” pot party fun!

Polytics

First, I will note the minutia. Tim Burchett is our USSA House Representative. He was a great Knox County Superintendent (aka Mayor). He has advanced to his current “polytical” level. I am glad that he has advanced. I get his monthly e-mail newsletters.

In his 3/2/2021 newsletter, he wrote, regarding the $1.9 trillion spending printed money spree, that “only 9% of the money in this so-called relief bill actually goes to addressing coronavirus concerns.” I “fact checked” this. Depending on how you count the money that the USSA does NOT have, he is correct, mostly. He added that “over $1 trillion in already-appropriated federal COVID-19 economic aid remains unspent.” I didn't care to check that. If the USSA has the last round of money tree money unspent, then how will the USSA spend the newest money tree money? It is all a joke! The USSA will keep printing monopoly money. $1,000 may be worth $1 eventually. (I have written on the details recently.)

I must have commented, on 3/2/2021, via his jump-through-the-hoops website. He replied to my remarks, which I had forgotten, on 3/11/2021, by e-mail. His remarks were mundane and not relevant.

On 3/14/2021, on his “Farcebook” site https://www.facebook.com/RepTimBurchett/?ref=page_internal, I wrote, in Community Section: “https://www.appalachianirishman.com is preparing an article, to be published, re: the democrat socialist agenda. On 3/16/2021, at 6 PM, I plan to be one of the ones who call in for your Town Hall, by phone. You are doing well enough. Your contact by email system is in need of MUCH improvement, however.”

On 3/16/2021, I joined Representative Burchett's Town Hall (via 865-217-2185), at 5:59 PM. I waited. The teleconference started. I left a comment, at about 6:08 PM. By 6:18 PM, I did not hear a reply, and supper was ready. I dropped.

Tim Burchett is doing his best to stand against the USSA “democrat” socialist agenda. I am doing so also. We will lose. The USA is gone, boys. Welcome to the USSA socialist utopia! The USSA is at least 100 years behind the former USSR. I have written about it recently.

The two Tennessee senators are (the website uses last name, first name): Blackburn, Marsha and Hagerty, Bill. I voted for Marsha Blackburn. I voted for me, instead of Bill Hagerty, due to his obsessive efforts to contact me, to vote for him. Marsha Blackburn has a newsletter. I signed up for it yesterday. Why doesn't Bill Hagerty have a newsletter? Marsha Blackburn takes a hard stand, for constitutional principals. I hope Bill Hagerty is doing so also. He is better than “Lamar,” whom he replaced.

Pot Party

The USSA is on a “democrat socialist pot party” at the moment. The printed monopoly money “weed” has many folks high. Like pot, once the drug induced high wears off, the USSA must come down.

Decades ago, a life-long friend shared an event, that had happened not long after high school. He had a friend. His friend and he were at a party. My friend did not drink or do drugs. His friend did marijuana, at least. My friend's friend had inhaled or swallowed too much marijuana. My friend had stated that his friend was on the front porch, with his head in a flower pot, saying, “I need to come back down to earth, man!”

The USSA will come back down to earth, after the “pot party” (i.e., socialist democrat “utopia” party) is over. It may take 70 to 100 years or so.

Conclusion

I had started this article yesterday. It is published today, finally. Life goes on, such as it is. Are you ready do come down to earth? I am ready to leave this earth, to go Home. Of course, I have several more House Mountain hikes to do, as my plan, before I go Home.

It's almost supper time. I'm 10-10 on the side, until next article.


Sunday, March 21, 2021

3/21/2021, SUNDAY: MY 'BIONIC' EXCUSE

 Introduction

Yesterday, I had written about my expectation to hike today. Why am I not hiking, but writing, instead? “Any excuse is a good excuse.”

My Excuses

First, the recent rain, as I know, still has the usual muddy areas. My last three hikes involved mud. I decided to skip another muddy hike, being the “coward” that I am.

Second, the weather is too warm. If I had started early this morning, the temperature was cooler. That's my fault. There's nothing like a too hot and muddy afternoon hike, even on a clear and sunny day! (That's a joke, folks.) Today would have been another one of those hikes, when I wear and hike in one T-shirt then change into the other T-shirt, after the hike. Never let them see you sweat!

Finally, my “bionics” decided to indicate that they are still present, more so that usual today. Every now and then, I get an electrical shock, as I call them, in my right foot. The shocks are indications that the still recovering nerve trauma is improving – ever so slowly. My right foot was shocking this morning. It hasn't yet shocked me while hiking. I did not want today to be the first time, especially on one of the several steep and dangerous enough areas.

Have I ever posted some of the X-rays that I have, of my “bionic” joints? I do not think that I have. If you have a weak stomach, please stop reading now. Remember that I warned you!

I have a total of 25 surgically installed metal items (i.e., rods, pins, screws) in my left shoulder, right knee, and right foot. Let's start from the top and work down, shall we? Each X-ray was taken on 6/27/2016. They are the last X-rays taken. The surgeon stated, as he examined his work and my recovery, that I would not have arthritis – due to the trauma, his surgery, and my healing. To this date, I do not have arthritis in the three repaired joints. That, at least, has been a very good result. Okay, I'll stop talking and will show three X-rays now. I warned you!

 

Can you count the ten metal items (nine screws on one rod), in my left shoulder? They are still there. I know it every day. Over the almost five years (since 3/29/2016), the left shoulder has come along well enough. The soft tissue (i.e., muscle, ligaments, etc.) has been the work in progress these last several years. I had started out by being barely able to make a small circle, with my left hand placed on a table. I can now almost lift the little 15 pound weight straight up, as easily with my left arm as I can with my “weaker” right arm. I'm left handed. My left side has always been stronger. I'm still working on it.

 

That's one view of my right knee. I have another X-ray that shows the screws more clearly. There are four screws and the metal mesh and wires. (I do not count the mesh and wires.) The mesh replaced my knee cap. The wires secured the mesh to the screws that held it all in place. I took my first “baby” steps, on 6/16/2016. (I have written about it.) At first, I could not hold weight on my right leg. The muscles had shrunk. My right leg looked like a toothpick. I could not bend my knee at first. Now, I can kick my backside with my right foot, as I can with my left foot. The knee regained all the motion. The interior left side of my right knee is still the work in progress (i.e., muscle, ligaments, etc.), as it connects to my right foot. (I have learned to study my recovery holistically. Every joint, muscle, etc., is related to the whole.) The last two times, as I hiked down House Mountain, my right knee did not “talk to me” much at all. I'm still working on it.

 

That's one view of my right foot. Another view shows what I call the “piece of bicycle chain,” which I count as once piece. The “piece of bicycle chain” is not as visible in the one above. There are ten screws that secured the “piece of bicycle chain.” All that reconstructed my shattered heel (or calcaneus). The bone to my big toe broke. It healed fine, without metal. The nerve damage is not visible. The nerve damage causes my electric shocks, such as earlier today. I've felt the shocks while driving. No danger. I endure them. I would rather not, however, have an electric shock, while on a relatively dangerous spot on House Mountain. I still cannot move my right foot in a forward position equal to my left foot. I can't move my toes down, without helping them, as I can for my left toes. I still have a spot on the back of my heel that is healing. I still have red dot between my big toe and the next one to it. The red dot goes away at times. It is smaller and more pink than red now. (No, I did NOT say that I wear pink on my foot! Real men do NOT wear pink. It's God's law!)

Conclusion

Am I counting correctly? Let's see. Ten metal items in left shoulder, plus four metal items in right knee (not counting the mesh and wires), plus eleven metal items in right foot equals twenty five total. I still recount at times, to see if I am still correct. It could be twenty six or twenty seven, depending on how you count the mesh and wires in my right knee, which I do not count.

I started calling it sympathetic reaction, before I learned that the medical term is crossover reaction. The body is a complex set of levers and pulleys, as it relates to the joints and muscle. (Do not tell me that we evolved that way. Anyone with any sense knows better.) Damage to areas (called “multi-trauma”) reacts into the opposite areas (i.e., sympathetic reaction or crossover reaction). I feel sympathetic reaction in my left knee, left side and hip, both elbows, right neck, etc. It has improved much over these almost five years. I'm still working on it.

Well, as I had stated earlier, “any excuse is a good excuse.” I could have hiked, if I had not been such a “weakling” today.