Don't die or just lie in the ground....

Hello,
Maybe for the last time, but I'm out of jail, on the way to do nothing good I'm sure. LOL

On probation for 3 years in Kern County because I had my car sabotaged,  money stolen, all my belongings gone to sad sacks of shit who play for themselves.

It's going to get even worse for the badly played,. I"m going to relax for a week, then be bored, but know that I care about all of you. I've written these blogs: KVHD under FIRE, Your Government your problem: an owners manual, and The bipolar American, for all of us.

REad it or not, but I've had enough being the last to know, the first to see, the only one pointing out the flaws in all of this.

I forgive the creator of this horror called life, but I can't go along for the not so thrill ride.

You can at any time opt out and I suggest you should. If your driving a new car, sitting in a house, with heat or cool, then your a sell out. IF you think this helps protect your family, surprises await your perilous conditions.

I'm sorry, I only have what I have which is me? What is me? A love, a sensitive caring soul who would never hurt for the sake of hurting. I will die again and again, but if you don't notice it, what's the point. I've been dead before and you think it's the end?

Get ready to see the dead walk back into their jobs their homes, the hospitals, the nursing homes, they are here and ready for a repeat performance of the worst creation ever experienced.

If you n eed a picker upper, think of me, I'm always a friend to those with heart and soul. And my house is not a home, my home is near and I will welcome all who can handle the truth.

Let there be love and light days to come, right ways to go, and good folks to feel.

Love to all. Laura

KVHD under Fire: Post Recycling

Friday, January 11, 2013

Edge A Caution: America's Academia-dementia

Years ago it was instilled in us Americans that education was the way "out" of this predicament in life called "poverty," a condition maintained in our social system known on this blog as: Boring for dollars, the pyramid scam.

Now it's the schools that have learned how to make some dough and a few middle men seize the advantages of the game of "Edge A Caution": America the debt trappers.

Student Loans

Can't crack the old bankruptcy stick in case of emergency when your dealing yourself into the student loan card shark game.

Therefore it's a con game with an end game that could favor or disfavor, depending on the luck of the overdrawn.

Private schools such as the "alma doesn't matta" home of Kern Valley Healthcare District Cheif Financial officer, Chester Beedle, LaVerne University are an ever expanding franchise business opportunity. And teaching business is one of their specialties.

It appears as a do what we do. Find a gravy train and make a splash. And don't worry about mashing a few potatoes while boarding this "loco" motive.

Phoenix University rose from the ashes of a burned out system, not the elusive "seat of enlightment" but of a vocational splintered industry designed to paper train with immense paper trails.

It's costing too many who haven't a scholarship or a penthouse quorum at the top pyramid scam economy, and the students who falter for this bait then tackled proposition can expect to be hounded by the ever growing "debt collection" industry in case of late or non-payment.

They say Volume is the key, well the mirth makers of this loving society, have pumped it up.

I recieved a phone call the other day from one of the beneficiaries of these "hire than you are" education dealers.

These specialized colleges of no repute, prepackage their wares, offer two and four year degrees in heavily marketed career areas such as--Criminology-- national security-- or film making--a mutual menu of specialization.

--And they have a middle man.

His job is to size up the potential to simply get a warm human body to take a loan to pay for an education which may or may not be worth the cost--or guarantee any sort of pay or job in these industries--but will infuse money and possibly hope to those starved of either. No credit required or taken.

I asked this savvy solicitor who had been transferred from a front caller, who originally called to survey my educational needs. She suddenly dropped from the line and a male, more manipulative voice took over.

Before he got too far into convincing me of my education inadequacies, I interrupted and asked what business he was in. Who was he associated with and how did he make money.

Quickly he bragged that the company calling me, (or actually hired an independent telephone solicitation firm to cold call and transferred me to them) was a Fortune 500 race car of a company.

And he added they had risen to the top quickly--an industry leader for three years, he crowed.

There must be some easy footholds when climbing the ladder made of the hopes and dreams of young, aspiring, even more so, of desperate, hungry, out-of-work, Americans.

"Wow," I asked him, "who pays you?"

These ever growing school franchises are pushing dollars at "dough" nuts who don't need much to figure out a way to push "easy loans" to the poor and "undercertifiable" and I had one of these beneficiaries of the US educational system on the phone.

Not only did I learn that his company makes millions selling a dream to an insomniac population, I imagined that with a cost of 50 thousand pyramid scam dollars to complete a Bachelor's in Criminology, that Someone should get to the crime scene of this world of "Akademonic" dollars for a look&see.

These costly, over inflated programs are backed and insured by the US Government's "Go and Get 'em" student loan collection industry thriving and driving it's own Fortune 500 mobile.

"Oh sorry you're barely making it, or couldn't find a job- or had to take any damn job in any damn industry-so sorry but you are NEVER going to escape your "Stewedint" loan. Oooo, ha, ha, ha, ha (evil laugh).

It's a new list: Death, taxes, student loans (Cal Mtg. loans to underserved rural healthcare Districts)

So we have the college with all the knowlege, along with inter-nets to hold all the fishy schools, which have some FUNding to pay for this man on my telephone making his fortune peddling "higher education monies" for his "friendors" the vendors of candy bar in the sky exams.

These college franchises don't have to do much to reduce overhead, as campus free, is "frat free," and they can afford to feed a bolemic sales force, binging and purging, for potential students. And the colleges spring into business everywhere under this government fortified bulwark of serial entrapment.

Tiny strip malls, with aged wooded siding, will do--or an office building floor--many programs require nothing special in terms of a campus or equipment, or the bothersome task of housing and counseling of students. It appears the "financial counseling" takes place in a call or two, transfer student, to the loan program.

Some more specailized University types do provide a campus with smaller satellite units orbiting their home base. And there is also a trend toward all colleges to go on-line as there are benefits and costs accounted for--But what is lost in intelligent design and human interaction is "written off" as unnecessary.

Many of these colleges are Cheap to operate, "Laptop Learning" teachers can teach in their underwear from their car, and certainly no creativity required as they are following college cirriculum or template or cookie cutter, provided then certified by another member of the gang on this chain.

With that irritating "student-teacher" relationship laid to rest, there's only some paperwork for the office workers at the college who got their own certified "AA" degrees around the corner at an old TAco Bell building.

Burdened with their own student loans, these office personnel possibly get $10 an hour to  make half the country richer by shuffling the paperwork of Crony created colleges spawning bags of money for middle men and end players who have a RIGGED playing field.

The government provides, does it not, the playing field? Lol All the legislation, licensing, certifications, loan approval qualifications, classifications, designations, board and directors, all of these to make sure that American's can have a chance at....(Oh YEAH BABY, a FORTUNE 500 company with Porsche and arrogance included)

Umm, an Education?

Vocational and profanely profitable, who would have thought? Oh well the student loans for "truckers licenses" and "Medical Office Assisting" got this show of a program and industry generator up and running.

It's just been taken to "higher student loan indebtedness level."

"Wanna be somebody? Not a nasty old poverty ridden, shoe dwelling, old maid--or change your useless, disabled, "made in a China shop" bullshit existence? 

Come aboard "Captain Corrupto's" titanic educational ferry across the seas of anonymity, obscurity, and poverty into the world of "HIGHER VOCATION." 

What a success story! I practically want to weep.

Laura Hart--The Bi-Polar American

 

From KVHD under Fire: Clear the air...

Clear the air...

Living in the Kern River Valley, one must endure the daily flight pattern of a seeming overzealous, pompous military presence on an extraordinarily regular basis.

Choppers, fighter planes, cargo units--even large triangular shaped "thingys" with great mufflers to help them pass silently above our heads--criss crossing trails of smoke forming grids in the sky.

Is it the "Show me" kids from China Lake or China or wherever? I don't know, but they do seem to love their toys.

"Top gun to stun gun, come in...when do we get the facts that matter?" 

Yeah, that's what I said. It's my preference to use the weapons of mass communication or what we "first amendment" types might call ourselves: "verbavoires."

Maybe some prefer the second amendment, pull a gun and shoot, type of posturing? The moment you bite on that bullet, you may get gut shot with a storehouse of government gunpowder.

It appears to me the "mili vanilli tary" lip syncs to this 2nd amendment as there is an arsenal of weapons to point at its own citizenry.

Yawn, stretch--BORED!

So what--they can create jazzy jets, zippy stuff in the sky, bomb and burn and beam, blast or blare--or just control? Woo hoo!

These are the great thinkers of our time?

Something's off, and I smell a diaper. Someone has not changed the baby in a while, and the only explanation I can possibly attribute to this mess of a world, is on the disorder of a "Lord of the Flies" scenario.

Who has the conch shell?

These "scrotums with modems" have now trained the youngest generation to "run" their toys with a handset from a desk or a coffee shop; they created an army of couch potatoes too obese to run across a physical battle field.

But these children are in the other room of your house practicing to become a militarized mind on the X box as we speak.

These flights of fancy flying machines, these displays such as a territorial mockingbird, solidify my suspicion that we are dealing with the most "IMMATURE" aspects of this errant world.

So, what about a real game?

Word processor or pen or pencil?--choose your weapon. lol

Please don't bore us with a game of drones, this most certainly a show of weakness.

The reticence of the military is well known, also called "stonewalling," but it's time to get some courage and drop the real "bomb shell" known as the TRUTH.

The focus can simply be on how to agree we DO have a problem, Houston...

The problems are pervasive, on every level of this game-- the environment, the weather, the governments, and the minds and hearts of all who live this mess.

"Boring for Dollars" is I label the pyramid scam, illusory, economy, a rudimentary game of power for beginners, where exclusive groups pull the strings, vying for top of the food chain status.

It appears to me to be an uncreative force, blocking, dividing, addicting and cruelly imprisoning those within its mindset.

There are those "special" types who are not selling out to this already "sold out" crowd. They appear to be in the minority, I sadly report.

Only the powerless would need to build up a military--an overcompensation I suggest. But for what? Is the government protecting us or protecting its own interests or protecting itself?

The KRV is also now occupied with the "Army corn of in-gin ears" as they "cell" us on the idea of how we have the most dangerous "Dam" in-the-nation.

Boring for dollars systematically breeds (greeds) these paid welfare recipients of a political bent, to do its bidding. These puppets are actively being fed dollars to go forth and expand their Waste lines and lands.

We don't have an open, transparent communication on this "Dam" the "austerity is for suckers" project. There are probably as many unique reasons as there are mouths to feed.

So we passively call these transgressions of forthrightness, elder abuse or scams, "water under the bridge."  Are we conditioned to "look the other way?"

We accept, are complicit with, the lowest of energies. Paralysis of the possibility, we are more, and we are better, than we have thus far experienced.

So please, with humble, yet grumble, I seek to find answers with TRUTH and COMPASSION as to why this is all necessary.

They say the room for improvement is the largest room in the world, I say the world needs to make room for improvements in its home field advantages....

Laura Hart--The Bi-Polar American

Your medical records reflect your medical care

I am a person who interviews and makes records of what people say and also how people appear to me. But I have never seen anything like what has happened to me in this rural community surrounding Lake Isabella.

It has to do with my medical records. Now I already knew my doctors and the whole clinic in fact, recognized my emotional volatility, or my bi-polar. But it was being exacerbated by an autoimmune disorder, called Grave's disease, which attacks the endocrine system most especially the thyroid.

The thyroid is your friend, trust me, you don't want this butterfly gland in the middle of your neck, to be altered in any way. And most especially if you are bi-polar.

But that is not the point of my story, the point is directed at the clinic which treats me for this and a roster of other problems I won't go into.

I did not check what was being observed and "written" about me. In fact, I trusted that they would be accurate and articulate. And fair and non judgemental.

No, that is not at all what happened. The people I have trusted to treat me have labeled me: bi-polar.

I found out about it at the worst of times. I had suffered a serious head injury, had a stroke about 10 days out, and was going down hill fast in weight and overall health.

So, I thought I must get to the best place for medicine, and I was told to go to UCLA.

After my own attempt to drive myself there in desperation, I became lost on the road, and found myself with a migraine in the middle of LA traffic, ended up in emergency where the strange looks began.

I wrote up my own list of symptoms and all the things I could think of which may be happening to me.

One office after another, month after month, my sister took me to different doctors at UCLA. Again, they would scrutinize me and always come up with a blank.

Then the great, number two in the country, UCLA endocrinology department put me on a the incorrect thyroid medicine. (that's for another time)

Well, they didn't have to be too great did they, because they were reading materials I had no idea was even written about me.

Finally, in the third month of this quest for answers, I saw a neurologist. I sat in front of him and explained the injury, the pain, the eye problems, the physical symptoms of the issues.

He stared at me strangely. By this time I was actually healing on my own, and I had become more aware. His gaze was so unusual I couldn't help wondering what was going on.

When he took off to print me a list of medications to choose from, I stood up and walked to the records open on his desk.

I looked down, a tear streamed down my face, I saw the words, bi-polar.

Suddenly I knew why everyone was looking at me the way they were. It was my medical records speaking, seeped in prejudice and dismissing as a credible patient.

The doctor returned to find me looking stunned with tears running down my face. All I could say was, "is this what you think?"

He immediately said, he could be his own judge and he didn't find those records to be anything but prejudicial. He instructed me to bring my own records and only the tests not the remarks.

My sister met me and I told her what had happened. We both were in shock. After all the traveling, the traffic, the money, I had been treated like a nonhuman.

We both decided not to go to UCLA again as the well was poisoned.

When I got back home, I called the clinic and asked to make an appointment with my medical records. This was before the shift the office had to the computer version.

I took my hefty records to an examining room and began to look at every page since the day I came there the first time.

My mind reeled from the remarks. "Used the word fuck a lot." That was all my visit reflected. That was the total observation.

I heard outside in the office the murmurs of staff wondering what I was doing. And the person who wrote that statement, who I no longer see, and would not like to see again in my life, said to a staff member in a hostile voice, "what is she doing here."

Well lady, I'll tell you that was my question too after I read what you wrote.

But we all have to learn. I learned a very difficult lesson and now we are all going to be learning.

Someone recently, when I had a difficult time in another hospital, told me after she overheard me arguing with the seemingly whole nursing staff, "keep fighting for yourself, you're doing a good job."

And I want all of you to know that you have to fight. Fight this prejudice. Don't let medical records ruin your care. More on this subject, much more...

Unethical or Ethos Light...?

Experimentation on HUMans is more an dm ore Openly common these days, that we even have a history of some of the Wors t, most in-humane types of Trials we put ourselves, our kind, our kin and our co-inhabitants, animals through in the name of something better.

WE are Sick, really, sick. And those experiments are Reflective of our own horrific natures. So, with that Good  news out there, it's no Surprise to find a Society full of Child rapers, horror inflicting sadists, Suffer-holics, running our structural Environment.

The Poor SUFFEr as the newesst LAb rats, TEST SUBJECTS, submitting to every other whim of the Slippery slope the Denizens of Medi-SIN, INFLICT with out much flack from the community taking it on the back.

India, ask someone iN India, who do you know who is a CLINICAL trial PARTICIPANT?

Try anyone, giving blood is an old game. NOW it's taking some drug or Facing some NEw use for an old remedy, or being th e CHANGE in exchange for "loose change" to the "Billionerrs" of the Industries making HUmans into LAB Test pawns.

A few bags of rice for a hungry family versus taking a DRUG without supervision, or any sort of ComPassion.  Get in a line and a line. And if you are a PAtient of MEDI-SIn you are Also a Subject in testing the LIMITS of your REsolve.

These are YOUR living conditions. THe likes of which we are watching, CREDITING with treating disease, this is name HARVARD, YALE, STANFORD, JOHN HOPKINS, and all centers of Learning in this modern world.

STandFord Animals, TEsting
 http://www.indybay.org/newsitems/2005/10/24/17772861.php

THE great minds are working on a way to TEST your limits. THey have been given CREdit where it is not due, them, as they are usinG, an ABUSE of power. Sick, and you call him or her, YOUR own Doctor. 

Psychology, Today is a Crash course in persuasion, a CRASH TEST DUMMY, is needed for every theory is at a cosst.

I would rather NOT know, some people of AVOIdance in all things, school of Thought, Believe there is an Escape of a route thru memory impairment, Responsibility evasion, but a Cruise control, a Soft Way to serve up TRUTH: Your freedom is a DREAM.

But your DREAMS ARE a FREEDOM ...Dream on...

Who you are and ARe not...

Identity THeft is far more absurd than you may even think or have the Wider implication of where it is taken. We are A Potentially Overwhelmed in body and mind.

My name is Laura Hart and that means, what exactly? Your name, your house, your car, or not? lol 

If There was TElepathy Then would VErizon fold up? LOL

Ma Bell, would not Be really necessary. But what is TELEPATHY exactly? Can I tell you something With OUT my BLOG?

Can I seem to call to someone without VOlume or transcribing or some other form of Transmission?

If I could do this and YOU do not know I"m doing this, Could it Be that I could PotentiallY SUGGEST to you many IDEAs, you may think your Own?

THE gift of persuasion and the TEsting of HUMan REsponse plus TIME travel, and a sprinkling of Immorality, would make this a SHIFTING, A Bi-polar playground. A SADLY" pervserse playing field. One Sided, CHeats, liars, scrubs, in charge.

And so IT is.


Monsters, these are TRuly just that.

here's a few HUMAN exploITation projects, or FUCKING SICK SCAMS depends on your DISGUSt for such.

I do NOT AGREE to BE or Participate, JUStify, even Look the other way, as this Has allowed for a ROBBERy on a Dimensional level. A complete overtake, secret Absconding, Raw Deal, that has to Squeal as it tires of the Road So TRAVELED upon. LOL

Done with this deal, it's a EthiCAl and MORe all, Prison. A Fenced yard.  A Tank, and a Foreign Object-ion, and it must End.

More TRUTH with the Capital Crowd of CaliforniavilleVistamesaLand, USA. Next week...Laura Hart

http://listverse.com/2008/09/07/top-10-unethical-psychological-experiments/

my own healthcare reform/justice for KVHD

As I suffered my regular, undiagnosed bouts of serious pain for the last two days, I had the awful thought that I may be tied to drugs for the rest of my life. They call it "pain management" and the pharmaceuticals are at the top of the list.

It really scared me to the point I couldn't stop thinking about it.

Then I realized, I'm not powerless over this thing, there must be something I can do to help myself. I want my "Lorenzo's Oil." I'm a problem solver, I hate to hear things like, "no" "I don't know" or my favorite irritant, "there's nothing we can do."

Screw them all for their lack of concern and their apparent sparingly used brain cells.

I'm on a mission for me right now too. Being disabled by an antibiotic called Gentamicin almost ten years ago was quite the eye opener.

I had to learn to see and walk again, and it took me two years to accomplish it.

Then at the peak of my rehabilitation, Grave's disease caught me as I was getting ready to restart the life.

Oh well, its been tough, but it has also been enlightening.

When I think about the nursing center in our valley hospital, it has come to a point where it makes me sick to imagine what everyone has gone through because of two people who need to be punished "at the highest level" for what they did to residents, families and this community.

I've had fantasies of taking a ride up to the hospital our former, evil, nursing home administrator fled to after she manipulated the community into believing she was true to her word.

Pictures flashed through my mind of dragging her out of there and bringing her back to face all the people she hurt. (There was a some torturing fantasies too. Botoxing her big mouth shut, throwing her in a geri-chair, and giving her dosages of psychotropics, then letting the staff have at her)

But I much prefer to do things the right way, like making sure she gets three good meals a day where she can no longer hurt people or have any power to ruin the careers and lives of others.

So many have been hurt because of her and some others, and still have not been able to recover from it.

And people stood by and let this happen.

I've been talking to a woman whose father died in the nursing center at the hospital, she still does not know what happened. They never notified her that her father died, she actually had to call the police and fire department to finally get information. Real nice.

So, I will continue, driven, to bring this horrific situation to an end so that we all can heal.

I just have to get around my own health issues, but trust me, I will find a way to do it, but do it right, unlike the government.

What this blog means to me...

It looks and feels like this blog has become a place for me to have some sort of emotional cartharsis, which isn't exactly what I had planned. My writers have been somewhat timid so far, but now that they have read some of the things I've written, they're feeling less inhibited about posting.

So, it seems for now, all of us with the "Order of the Bi-Polar Disorder," will be utilizing this site for our personal insight and for the expansion of other minds.

I'm just going to let this site develop itself. If it's emotions we are dealing with, past post traumatic stress issues, relationships, mood swings, depression, I really don't care, I want it written here.

As much as I am a different person on my KVHD blog, that is a whole different ballgame. It's a style, a character, created for a certain type of situation.
But it doesn't really belie who I really am. And since I'm quite interested in who I am and why I'm still alive, I come here to say it.

And I've invited others and insisted that they let down the facade and really talk. About anything.

Who I am now was forged from the fires of the Kern River Valley, I place I came to sick and looking for a den to crawl in. But the type of healing that I recieved was probably not like most who find a doctor and a pill, and head back down the path.

I found a doctor and a pill allright, but that was not what healed me. Oh, do I think I'm healed?

In fact I do. I'm healed in my acceptance of myself.

My self esteem works like this: as bi-polar the continual flipping off and on of the light switch, causes continual changes in perspective, so I believe simply that I am no better or no worse than anyone else.

It's an even playing field. We are all great in one way and ghastly in another.

I've learned to forgive myself, which is the hardest thing I practice, a real work out to say "it's okay to screw up."

Holding such high standards for myself, I found that I would always fall short somehow. I tried ditching the standards for "anything goes" but could not live that way either.

Then when my life lessons came to me one after the other, I didn't try to put out the fire, I just let it burn me, until I was completely gone.

Or at least I thought I was. What I found left seemed to be the core of me. Alive and well and ready to rock on.

If the many things hadn't happened, I would not have had the opportunity, the god given chance, to know who I am. And I am just your average anyone.

I breath, I cry, I laugh, I die, just like anyone else. What a concept.

Either I was too small or too large, nothing I was wearing before fit me.

When I say I'm healed, I don't necessarily mean that I've reached perfection or homeostasis, I mean I'm healed enough to begin repairing the rest.

Before, I was lost. Lost in my intellect, lost in my chemistry, but I've got a map.

Whatever this blog turns out to be, I want it to be honest and heartfelt in what we do here.

When we feel silly, we will be silly. When there is pain, then let it be pain. When there is sorrow let there be sorrow. When there is failure let it be a lesson. And when there is success, let it be appreciated.

There are a lot of projects I am working on, from bed to desk all day and night, but I will now consider this blog my touchstone to who I really am.

And hopefully, it will ground me to this place in time where I have arrived.

excerpts from KVHD under fire: July 4th post

But again, my strengths are not necessarily palatable to many, but if there were trouble I would be and am the person people come to for help.

If you're shooting squirrels you get a pellet gun, but if you're shooting big game you come to me.

It's nothing new and the people who know me, the ones who have known me for years, would not expect me to do anything else. And they would also not expect me to do it like anyone else, because I'm not.

And neither are you reader. You are unique and have strengths with which you have been given to serve.

My strength, is considered a weakness and a mental health problem, but only by people who know nothing about it.

I'm a bi-polar American.

I'm different, I don't need drugs, "my brain makes chemicals junkies would jump through my ears to get to."

It's like driving a race car, the steering is sensitive, just a touch on the gas pedal and your tires spin then you go squealing past or sometimes over everything.

It takes time and training and most certainly awareness to drive a vehicle like this.After years and years of accidents and fatalities, I've finally reached a point where I recognize the necessity for brakes. (Sometimes I like to do donuts though.)

This is now my issue: helping the bi-polar understand and change the image of the label thus changing their own self image which has likely been attacked repeatedly. And most certainly the healthcare system which on average has little or no clue how to medically handle us.

I've written a book, "The Chronicles of the Bi-Polar Reporter," and started the second book surrounding the oddity which is the Kern Valley, called, "The Valley of Fear." (I'm still waiting to see how it ends)

There are two more books in the series where our main character takes on drug dealers, the police, and then finally Sacramento. The books are fictional, but contain many pieces to the puzzle of the NASCAR mind.

Sometimes one must be a little crazy to get anything done.

I don't care anymore who thinks I'm crazy; but I do care about the 17 year-old who is cutting himself or herself, feeling suicidal, disenfranchised, and lacking enough self esteem to get past social judgments entrenched in our society.

This will be handled by our video production company as we have begun shooting the low budget film, "The order of the Bi-Polar Disorder." We will be using some of the KVHD hospital board meeting footage to highlight the difference between a reporter and a "bi-polar reporter."

The next goal is to make a film which can be a learning tool for hospitals and medical types who know nothing about this and have read far too much Freud.

The first book in the series should be available this fall, and that is a book about mania. If you don't feel manic from cover to cover then I didn't do my job. You may just feel the bursting brain cells as you read along.

That book was written at the end of 2007, when I took a week off in between an assault and a head injury.

As I have stressed the confusion between calling something a weakness when it maybe a strength given the right situation.

When I wrote the first book, I sent it to all the people I knew who were readers and read many different genres. I took in their feedback.

Then my friends with a twisted sense of humor had their hands on it.

Then I needed some critical eyes; someone who would not be nice, but would be nit picking every page of it. That was my cousin. Hard person to be around, but she started hammering at the first paragraph.

Next editing was important, but grammatical editing was what interested me. So, I got the most fastidious editor I could find. The type most writers would never dare go to if they were at all sensitive.

What I wanted was a good product, so I opened myself to criticism and scrutiny, and I think the goal has been accomplished to my satisfaction. I'm not interested in sycophants they have agendas and don't tell you everything

.(No crimes were committed and no harm came to animals in the making of these books and films.)

I wish that the Kern Valley Healthcare District thought more about welcoming the criticism so that changes can occur, situations rectified, progress made: I love that kind of stuff.

And I hope that will happen and the usefulness of that will bring about a "good product" we all can use with confidence.

So, it's July 4th weekend and I felt free to tell you readers who you are really dealing with: "The bi-polar reporter."

As our country is experiencing a mass social depression with an economy equally as depressed, don't feel victimized, but use this time to become empowered. Use your strengths whatever they are and wade in and change this country for the better. We fought, we protested, we marched, and those efforts made incremental progress.

So let's do it again. I'm with you.