The Class Action Lawsuit Conundrum

By now its NO secret I have great contempt for Doctors, and an intense hatred of Hospitals. Why One may ask?! Well I’ll recap for those of Our Reader’s who aren’t aware. Thats because those are by fucking far the two WORSET of the Healthcare Crisis Creators. So the following should really not be a surprise to anyone at this point in the Game.

In my ongoing relatively new”hobby” of harassing the complete shit out of the Doctors, and other assorted Medical Staff I brought up the subject of Class Action Lawsuits. And what a fucking reaction I got.

The Doctor (who just happened to be a Specialist, the worst kind of fucking Doctors if you ask me which you didn’t, but I don’t give a flying fuck so) Anyway He smiled anxiously, and started to laugh nervously. He then stopped looking at me and swung his head to the left and pointed it directly at the fucking floor like a fucking Child who just got in trouble.

He then babbled, Hemmed and Hawed about “Lets not think about that…Lets not concern Ourselves with that” and changed the subject as fast a hiccup. Unfortunately for Him I was far from finished.

So I then launched into My Argument as I steamrolled the shit out of the poor fucker. Heres My Point People:

Now a Medical Class Action suit is when some Medical shit goes sideways be it a Medication or Medical Surgical Product like say an Artificial fucking Hip Joint.

When this unfortunate shit happens a large to massive group of People get together with the same Lawyer or Law Firm, and sue the ever loving shit out of the Product Manufacturer, but it can also target Doctors who were involved in any way with the faulty product as well as Hospitals.

What We all have to fucking ask Ourselves at this point is simply this, WHY Are These People Lawyering up, and going after The Manufacturer or whoever They believe to a be a guilty party???

HERES FUCKING WAY KIDS: When a Surgical mishap occurs the Patient is utterly and absolutely proper fucked. Not only did They have to go through the Emotional, Mental, and Physical Pain/hardships of going through the said Surgery once before. Not to mention They had to Battle an onslaught of Crippling Medical Bills the first time around as fucking well.

On top of that bullshit when a Surgical Product Fails THE DOCTORS AND HOSPITALS will Replace the defective part with a new and better one, BUT YOU HAVE TO PAY THEM FOR THE SECOND SURGERY.

If Doctor’s grabbed Their fucking balls, manned the fuck up, and took some fucking responsibility things would be vastly different. They are the fucking ones who opted to use the goddamn product (not like the patient picks from a fucking catalog or some shit.)

If Doctors/Hospitals did the fucking right thing They would replace the failed part FOR FUCKING FREE.

And why should They do it for fucking free some of you might still be asking still at this point?!

Thats an EASY ANSWER. If Doctors/Hospitals just ACCEPTEd as Their poor Patients had too (who’s health is now in danger, pain or discomfort, and went through and paid for the fucking said Surgery already) that it sucks, but sometimes shit just goes sideways. And considering the cunts took a Hippocratic Oath it seems the ball falls solely in Their Court.

The Hippocratic Oath is when Doctors are SWORN In and states They will do EVERYTHING (My Ass) to use/apply Their Medical training, and knowledge to Help Mend the Injured, and Heal the Sick.

I believe if you SWEAR AN OATH You damn well should fucking abide by it. Its the same thing to Me as breaking a fucking promise. You don’t fucking do it.

Also beside being the Morally and Ethically right thing to do MCLs are bad for fucking everyone involved.

The Patient has to wait and suffer or possibly even fucking DIE. The Lawyers have to Wage War in Court like serious sons of bitches as The Prosecution needs to win to get paid, and the Defendant doesn’t want to pay a single red fucking cent.

Its bad for Hospital’s that are successful in a large part to Word of Mouth/Social Media recommendations and accolades, MCL’s are VERY DETRIMENTAL PUBLIC RELATIONS. No Patients No Hospital.

Its sucks BIG TIME for Doctors as Their Employers whoever They may be don’t appreciate Negative Press. I say Employer as in Hospital since thats were Surgeons conduct Their Surgeries.

Not to mention the Doctors already hefty Malpractice Insurance Company will jack up the Doctors rate exponentially. Its also harmful for the Doctor’s reputation  just like with Hospitals, no one wants to be a Patient of a Doctor who got seriously sued. No Patients, No Doctors.

Lastly as far as the Doctors are concerned MCLs get the attention of the American Medical Society (AMA) that is the Medical World’s Governing Authority. The AMA can heavily fine Doctors for infractions, They can also suspend a Doctors License to Practice Medicine for 6months to 10 years to PERMANENTLY.

That means without a License (or a suspended one) the Doctor has to find a new job as without a Medical License IT IS ILLEGAL FOR THEM TO PRACTICE MEDICINE, and You can be Arrested, Tried, and sent to Prison for many years.

My Bottomline here is:

Shit Happens by Why Should It Be The Patients Problem, and not the WEALTHY MOTHERFUCKERS WHO DIAGNOSED THE ISSUE, RECOMMENDED SURGERY, AND PREFORMED SAID SURGERY?!

Aren’t They the so called MEDICAL PROFESSIONALS? Well fucking ACT LIKE IT THEN YOU SELFISH SELF SEVERING SACKS OF SHIT.

Thanks for Reading,

 By Les Sober

Is Photography Art or Not?!

Ever since the invention of the Camera there has been the ongoing (and rather fucking heated) debate/argument in the so called “Fine Art World” challenging Photography’s claim to actually being Art.

Now the Fine Art Assholes attitude is that Photography is NOT in any way, shape or form Art. They base Their pretentious opinion (which They believe to be fact) that because to take a Photograph you have to use a Mechanical Machine, and NOT YOUR HANDS so to speak.

I for one totally fucking disagree with the Fine Art Pompous Prats. I base My argument on the following.

I must pause this post a second to state that the Photography I am referring to is the Dying art of Film Photography, and NOT DIGITAL though I will touch on that again later on.

First off a Camera is like a Gun. A Gun can not get up off a table, load itself, search for a target, and shoot it without a Skilled Human behind it, and neither can a Camera.

That said I see NO difference then between a Camera or a Paint Brush for example. Both Cameras and Paint Brushes are TOOLS that can’t function without a Skilled Human to actually fucking use them.

The operative word here is SKILLED. Another staple of the Fine Art Idiots argument is that unlike a professionally trained Artists ANYONE can pick up a Camera and take a Picture. To that I say so fucking what?! Anyone can pick a Pen or Pencil per say and draw a picture too.

AND just like with the quote on quote Fine Fucking Arts if the Person hasn’t been trained nor educated properly then the Photo like the previously mentioned picture will just be a piece of amateur horseshit.

Not to mention that if someone takes a picture theres no way for them to ever see it if they don’t know how to develop the Picture which takes a meticulous multipart process to achieve.

If Your thinking about 1 Hour Photo or some shit like that remember We are talking about a PROFESSIONAL PHOTOGRAPHER which means They do all the work Themselves unlike the lazy Digital Photo Assholes, but more about Them later.

I guess the best and only real question (that We can only attempt to answer) is this WHAT IS ART?

Official Definition of Art (allegedly as I have no fucking idea who came up with it) is The expression or application of Human creative skills and imagination, TYPICALLY in a Visual form such as Painting or Sculpture, producing works to be Appreciated Primarily for their Beauty or Emotional Power.

The first comment on that is this. Notice the key word in the definition is TYPICALLY NOT ONLY OR LIMITED TO. Photography is VISUAL, Beautiful, and Emotionally Powerful.

People seems to forget that you can tell a Story with a Photograph even though We all know the Cliche “A Picture (Photo) is worth 1,000 words”, and it proves to be true. The Photographer isn’t limited to taking pictures of shit that already exists.

The Photographer can set up or stage a shot to create a story of Their own using Props, Animals, Models, Costumes, Backdrops etc. if They so choose. This is the same way a Painter or Sculptor could paint or sculpt a bowl of fucking fruit or a Dragon.

Now here is where some may say it gets a bit sticky. While I fully believe Film Photography is a true and legit Art Form I don’t feel the same about Digital Photography.

Digital Photography IS SHIT AND CERTAINLY NOT ART. Digital Cameras preform all the tasks formerly done by the Photographer which dumbs it down so significantly that its NOT an ART.

My Question at this stage in the Art Game is What the fuck do The Fine Art Asswipes consider Graphic Art?! Graphic Art is completely created Digitally on a Computer by a Skilled Graphic Artist, BUT WOULD THEY CONSIDER IT ART?

The Debate Doesn’t Die It Evolves.

Thanks for Reading,

 By Les Sober

The Great Unplug 2019

Practically all of lost year/last year, I really contemplated completely cutting myself off from modern technology. Should i go cold turkey with everything? Should i just pick my phone, my pc, my ps4, tablet, wearables, my “crowdfunded” anal device, my tv?

I made a major compromise with myself. I’ve given up most of my basic cable package. Well not given up. I totally had my dad block half my tv channels.

Will i miss them? I can honestly say not one fucking bit. Now sure i have Netflix to fall back on so it’s not a huge sacrifice. I gotta say one thing. It is such a fucking pleasure to not have any clue of what is going on in the world.

Since I was 12 I have been entirely too aware of the world. I grew up way too fast while being too naive and I have insanely varying maturity since.

At 12 i was 40, 16 i was 8, 20 i was 30, 25 i was 50, 30 i was 16 again and now might as well be 80. Anyway the point is not hearing Donald Trump talk (or dems if ur conservative) is some of the best therapy ever. I also feel less 80 which is good but not quite teenager thankfully. Acting 16 is far more natural to me then however the fuck an adult is supposed to act.

I also have given up alcohol for the new year which led to quite the blackout and hurried 940pm liquor store run on new years eve but i digress. I think my liver is happier.

Oh and no more gaming either. Probably the hardest of all. I really thought there would be more creativity but all I’ve been given so far is how many different genres of music over how many different decades can I blast to potentially piss off my neighbors.

I have listened to 700-1000? different artists the past week. I wish i could find a way for spotify to churn them out to a simple file to post. I will never get tired of this. I could seriously spend all day listening to new music and playing model search.

More sacrifice is coming. Will I live? Die? Have a major meltdown? Have an epiphany? Signs point to yes.

Time for me to be 16 again. Framing Hanley is back together and I’m about to drown. Harder. Faster. Louder. Until it’s so loud I’m taken to the show in my dreams. Here in my head.

 By SpaceDog

Absurdia Providing The Finest Dining in Exorbitant Opulence: The Menu’s Historical Intro

Welcome to Absurdia,

We hope you enjoy your night here with us at Absurdia where we provide the premier in the finest of fine dinning experience. Absurdia was built originally in 1414 here in Historic Trendillia Pretentious Creek, Maine.

Back in the Year 1414 The Absurdia Building was Pretentious Creek’s Major Manure Factory, and continued on as such until 1515 when what was then named The MannCox Magnificent Manure Manufacturers burned down due to accidental arson.

The Absurdia Building was rebuilt 17 years latter on the exact same site and the exact same size in 1532 were it served as the Local Village Common House where the towns folk would congregate to discuss all matter of town issues and politics.

The Absurdia Building was again transformed in 1616 when the Local Town decided to all become Haagarians (a early form of communism), and abandoned Absurdia. This time Asurdia was reincarnated as the Melvin Family Meat Packing and Butchery Warehouse.

After 88 hardworking years of back breaking toil, and undying commitment Marvin Melvin (the Patriarch of the Melvin Family Meat Packing and Butchery Warehouse) finally became famous for selling an impeccable product. MP&BW became known far and wide for Providing only the most superior steaks, and commanding cuts of meat.

It was then as soon as the Family Business was a undenied success in 1704 that Marvin Melvin immediately shut the family business down, moved back home to Illard Idaho, and spent the rest of his days fishing for Delaware River Eels.

Next The Absurdia Building was the Premier Bone Grinding Mill this side of the Mississippi in 1705. When the Industrial Fans (circa 1919) are on full force in the sweltering Summers the fans dislodge some of the still remaining caked on Bone Dust that’s compiled in compacted layers upon the buildings ceiling. This antique Bone Dust helps to enhance Absurdia’s Food’s flavor profiles, and it provides a truly once in a lifetime mouth feel. The Bone Mill sadly closed its doors in 1818 after a it was discovered by the local Authorities that the proprietors of The Bone Mill were in fact Cannibals who used the Bone Mill to dispose of the Bones of They’re Victims.

The Absurdia Building had a following streak of good luck when it purchased and turned into a Brewery in the late Winter of 1819 by The Boozy Brothers. The Boozy Brothers were German Immigrants decended from a long, and prestigious line of Master Brewers. The Boozy Brother brand of Beer was an instant success and the brewery thrived. That was until Prohibition of Alcohol was passed in 1920 causing the Brewery to close its doors, and the Boozy Brothers ended up moving to Latvia to raise Domestic Wildebeests for Their Milk.

In 1927 the Absurdia Building was used by The McShiner Clan who ran an illegal Moonshine Operation until Their main Stills ruptured during the fermentation process leading to a massive fire that burned for a week strait (fueled by all the Moonshine that had been stock piled inside over several months.) The fire was so bright it was said it could be seen from the Town of Semisuk a whole 111 miles away.

The Absurdia Building was then acquired by Cain and Able’s Biblical Sausage Company who manufactured Saul’s Devine Sausages for countless customers around the globe. The company enjoyed international success until 1938 when in a tragic turn of events Cain murdered Able over the Secret Family Recipe for Their famed Sausages.

With the end of The Great Depression the Absurdia went through several other transitions over the remaining years until Today.

In 1939 the newly renovated Absurdia Building was owned and operated as a Bierliebhaber’s Beer Hall by the one, and only Mister Ivan Bierliebhaber.  Mr. Bierliebhaber remained the Proprietor until he decided to suddenly retire when his Great, Great Grandfather was born in 1944.

The Absurdia Building then sat Vacant for a year, and became inhabited by Bums, Hobo’s, and other various Ne’er-do-wells who referred to the building as “A Home for the Homeless”.

In 1945 The Absurdia Building was bought by The State of Maine, and turned into at the Salvation Soup Kitchen employing many of its past residents as kitchen staff. The Soup Kitchen remained functional until 1955 when the Bowling For Soup Program was initiated throughout the entire State itself.

The next phase in the Absurdia Building’s long legacy started in 1955 when a growing Cured Meat company by the name of  Carnes Curadas out of Lisbon Portugal. The Carnes Curdadas was solely responsible for the introduction of Beef (and Other types of) Jerky to America.

Canes Curdadas produced over 400 different types of Portuguese Jerkies including: Beef, Venison, Chicken, Lobster, Quail, Beaver, Octopus, Badger, Bison, Trout, Jellyfish,Snapping Turtle, Alligator, Rattle Snake, Bat, Flying Squirrel, and Chupacabra for example. Carnes Curdadas moved out of The Absurdia Building to Open a Store in DisneyWorld in the spring of 1966.

In 1966 The Absurdia Building became the per project of Entrepreneurial Vincent Von Dire who envisioned it as Live Music Venue he named simply the  Psychedelic. And to this day The Absurdia Restaurant boasts the largest collection of Celebrity Vomit Stains in the Northern Hemisphere.

If you look hard enough (in fact one year the Owners of Absurdia made a Charity Scavenger Hunt using the Stains Creator as clue) you can see vomit stains from the likes of Jim Morrison, Hunter S. Thompson, Freddie Mercury, David Bowie, Robert Plant, Janis Joplin, Any Warhol, Lenny Bruce and MORE!

In 1977 The Psychedelic was forced to shut its doors when owner Vincent Von Dire accidentally overdosed by drinking 8 ounces of the extremely potent Flower Power LSD mistaking it for a Gin and Tonic.

The Absurdia Building then was reborn as Skeeter’s Roller Rink and Pinball Arcade on November 5, 1977. Skeeter’s became wildly popular especially among the local youth who were damn well tired of underage drinking followed by Cow tipping every weekend.

In 1979 two years after opening Skeeter’s owner  Jimmy “Skeeter” Watson started hosting a Town Roller Derby League featuring his own team called The Skeet Shooters (who became League Champs in 1980 through the 1985 season). This made Skeeters the number one source of entertainment in the all of Maine’s  17,017 Counties. Unfortunately what put Skeeter’s on the Map would also be its downfall.

On the Night of September 18, 1985 Skeeter’s was shut down premaritally by the Federal Authorities when a violent, and deadly Roller Derby Riot broke out and quickly spread into the fans in attendance. By the time the Police had the situation under control 1,9767 People had been crushed to death under Roller Skates, and there were 1,980 injured. The Owner was charged with “Unsafe Conditions” as well as “Inciting a Riot” before he fled persecution by running to Alaska to become a Lone Beaver Trapper living off the Land and Beaver Pelt Trade.

In the Fall of 1985 the son of previous owner Vincent Von Dire, Vladimiro Von Dire the CEO of Obscure Films Incorporated. Vladimiro turned the Absurdia Building into an Niche Movie Theater specializing in B-Horror films, Foreign Films, Exploitation Films, Banned Films, Rare Hard To Find Films, Troma Films, Cult Films, and Films by up and coming underground film makers. Vladimiro christened his Theater The Obscura Ocular.

Even though the Theater didn’t exactly appeal to the general public nor demographic it limped along for years turning a meager profit. Finally Vladimiro closed the Theater, and moved to Hell’s Kitchen NYC in an attempt to work with Independent Film Icon, and Troma Co-Founder Lloyd Kauffman.

The Last film to be shown at Obscura Ocular was a Midnight Double Feature with “Mouth Full of  Maggots” and “Inner Child Abuse” (both by Vladimiro’s estranged Father the Legendary, and highly Controversial Cult Filmmaker Vincent Von Dire) on May 8th 1991.

In July of 1991 The Absurdia Building had yet another new owner in the band Malice who converted it into Their private Recording Studio, but due to the unending volitive nature of the band, constant touring, and a mind boggling  list of Line Up Changes led to the band never actually recording a single note in the $19 million State of the Art Studio

Finally in February 1999 The Absurdia Building was bought by Leviticus Van Trundle of the Van Trundle Family Fortune. Leviticus was the consumate Glutton who’s undying passion for Food drove him to purchase the Building. He  dubbed his new establishment  Absurdia after his favorite Chef Allister Absurdia. Leviticus’s desire was to create, and elevate the Finest Foods from the Four Corners of the Earth under one magnificent roof.

But You Can Read More About That in the “Who’s Who” of the Staff here at Absurdia from our Maitre D’Resturant to Our World Class Chefs in the Following Pages of Our Menu.

Thanks for Reading,

 By Les Sober

We Don’t NEED a Sign.

Yesterday I along with My Mother drove My Brother and His Wife into the nearest City so They could utilize The Airport there to fly home. We went into the City early so We could have Lunch at some little Bistro that My Brother’s Wife had heard of (I forget if She had or hadn’t been there before or if She is just a real fucking Fan of Vietnamese Food), and wanted to eat at.

My Brother’s Wife is a bit more out on the Trendy curve of things, and NO She is NOT a Hipster thank fuck for that. She is in actuality quite awesome so just wanted to clarify that. So I was curious as a cracked out cat, BUT at the same time wary as shit that this was virtually uncharted waters for Me. I have had Vietnamese food only once or twice in My life and sadly with My aging memory can’t remember much about the food.

Anyways We drove into the working class neighborhood where the Place was located and found a place to park. We then walked about 4-5 blocks to the Bistro or whatever the fuck trendy title They identify Themselves as/with.

What is quite cool is that the Place (I hate trendy shit so I refuse to say Bistro, Gastropub, or Fusion as they are pretentious and inane) is housed in a some what renovated Corner Gas Station.  I say some what because while the Owners had full gutted the shit out of the inside and transformed it into a Hipster Clubhouse with a professional kitchen, the outside remained untouched.

The exterior while being rather plain and completely ordinary it was in need of some attention. The paint was severely cracked and chipping badly, the wore out sun bleached Logos and Advertising for the former Gas Station/ Garage were barely visible.

Another reason to mention the condition and aesthetic is due to the fact the Place is one of those Hipster “We’re so fucking cool We don’t need a Sign or any sort of exterior recognition whatsoever, and don’t Advertise because We’re old school word of mouth trendy Hot Spots so Fuck You.”

Thus if You didn’t know it was a place to eat You’d drive right the fuck past it as You would just immediately dismissed it (if You acknowledged it at all) as just another Abandoned Gas Station/Garage so in fact fuck Them.

We decided to sit outside under the awning that used to protect the Pumps and customer’s from Rain, but now Tables. Inside not only was unpleasing They were also fucking blaring some shitty Folk EMD Hybrid shit at Night Club Level for some ungodly reason.

The menu was small with only 6 items on it which I liked as I’m not too familiar with Vietnamese food, and thus wouldn’t be overwhelmed by a larger menu. In the end I tapped out and let My Brother pick for Me. I didn’t want to waste time lingering and loitering staring blankly at the menu as if all of a sudden it would be come clearer to me.

On the reverse side of the menu were the beverages. The first thing I noticed was the entire drink menu were Alcoholic. I have NO problem with Alcohol and am a fan of Beer, but not at 12:30 pm on a fucking Tuesday for fuck’s sake. What I found funny as fuck was at the very fucking bottom of the drink menu it said in tiny lettering “If You Would Like A NON-Alcholic Beverage Please Ask Your Waiter/Waitress”

I thought this was funny because People in general would expect it to be the other way around where one would have to ask for alcohol as the alternative. I also found it wildly fucking entertaining that at the bottom of the Food side of the menu it read again in tiny lettering:

Buy Kitchen a Beer- If you enjoyed your food & want a chance to do something nice for the kitchen staff.

I found myself wondering after reading the above “So what they whole staff splits a singular beer? That doesn’t seem very nice. And why only Kitchen Staff what about the fucking servers? What They don’t deserve a fucking free beer?! Bullshit.

I decided to play it say and stick with fucking water. I didn’t wan to waste ( fucking dollars on some crazy Asian soda/juice only to take a sip to find out I hated it. Fucking Hipster Prices.

The Food was really good and very fucking spicy which again I really thought was cool. The only thing I didn’t dig about are Server was One when You read of what you wanted He had to be a pretentious twat and repeated with its proper pronunciation in a condescending manner.

Two was when He asked “Would You like more water Bro?” I take issue with this because come on Guy “Bro “talk about un-fucking-professional. Also I HATE BEING CALLED BRO. I’m not Your Bro in any way shape or fucking form. I don’t want to be refereed to a Bro as I think Bros are complete pieces of human shit. Fuck You Bro, Fuck Bro, Fuck You.

In the end it was a good meal at a odd Hipster hangout with an excellent outside eating/seating area. The staff weren’t overtly dicks keeping the Douchebaggery to a minimum. They didn’t pipe the shitty Folk EMD music outside through speakers or what have You. The only down side was the aforementioned Hipster Prices which resulted in a fucking $92.49 bill for a basic Lunch deal.

Thanks for Reading,

 By Les Sober