"Boring for Dollars"--The Pyramid Scam: Part one

As I begin to unravel the ball of string given to us kittens to play with as we wile away our "lives" I'd like to begin with the system which controls it all: Money.

It's not an equitable situation, nor is it supposed to be. It isn't real in fact, it's the worst board game I've ever played.

Let's start with who created the money system?

Someone with needs, I would guess. Big needs, needs to control the whole world, land, and seas, and all the inhabitants thereof.

Noticably money has all sorts of language ties to most everything. Meaning it is a part of everything that goes on here in life on earth.

As I examined or purged all the words tied to money right from my brain full of labels, I was quite exhausted as most words can be linked to laws, health, social hierarchy, all COSTING something.

Let's start with a few words that stood out, one being "trickle down effect." From where does it trickle and it appears to be going up, not down.

I question why we are missing the point that Time is Money, the reality we are expected to exist in and or rise above. I've never put money before other more important words such as compassion or fairness.

My friend who never agrees with me, questions me vigorously, so I asked her why do we have to have a system with Money?

Shocked, she said, "Good point, why not--maybe we don't."

The difficult part for many to let loose of, is that some people deserve more, or are better, therefore money and all it can buy, serve to show the worth or worthiness of people. Competition is the lowest energy, pitting people against each other, one winner and one loser. Half is expected then to be lesser than the other half.

Hence, the pyramid scam, which is to keep the top both in control of the most money, but all the resources, the information, the language, the accessibility to information or inventions which would threaten to EVEN THE PLAYING FEILD.

We all cannot have what the few are feeding from, but we can recognize a "scam" when we see one and proceed to do something about it.

Human value these days revolves around surviving the levels on which your money can support you. This can change in an instant as we vote in more and more players with their teams eager for more power. Laws change that aide certain industries or Friends or family of high powered officials.

It has become natural, unquestionable, our control system. Our language shows that we consider those on the low end to be deficient or irresponsible or even stupid. Money then has become a way of saying someone is "smart" or "better."

Let's take a look at the bottom of this pyramid scam, the American Dream, the lure, the hook and bait. There is a serious crunch going on the bottom as jobs, former avenues to stay above water, are being eliminated while humans die of starvation, the land and resources are horded, education or as I call it "conditioning conformists."

The pyramid scam seems more of a prison. Can't go or do or be anything without money. And all in a certain time frame. From birth to death, it's all about money or penalties for not adhering to the rules of the game.

IOU a further explanation with some drawings to illustrate this ghastly and cruel system. My theory of this false system, this prison, goes on. We will be discussing it as I enter the dragon of supporting this blog, the creative thinkers, on this slanted playing field.

Laura Hart--The bi-Polar American

Support your local Bi-polar

I"ve been waiting to begin my torrent of writing projects, but as we KNOW on this site most certainly, is money is the object.

I not only want to get my projects finished, or started in some cases, lol, so I am experimenting with the ideas of how to infuse money into the picture to release the people, tools, which had no backing.

TAlent is there, in all of us. Others need a hand up to get there projects off the ground.

There are so many ways to toy with one person's money. Chase bank and I are QUIT. A couple months of nonsense and it's over.

BUt Wells Fargo showed me the easiest way to fund this project "The bi-polar Americans..." There are checks, visa's, and cash, which can get tricky. Here's the deal, if you want to support this worthy adventure, this is how easy it can work:

My Well's Fargo representative said, "Anyone can come to a Well's Fargo branch and ask to deposit Money in Laura Hart's account.

Wow. Well's Fargo is everywhere.

You don't have to reveal who you are, if you don't want to. And you get a receipt which should correspond with my banks records. And I'll check it and report what the money bought.

For instance, my hacked to the bone computer took a shower recently, and a laptop with video editing is a must. This is just one of many things.

For more info email me: Muymala@msn.com

So, simply go to Well's Fargo and SAy, "Hey I want to deposit money in Laura Hart's account." 

If they say Laura who, they're lying....You say The bipolar American Laura Hart. (likely to confuse them, lol) 

Keep is simple, Laura Hart from Well Done CAlifornia.....@@@@@

 

Only send what you can afford......Thanks

 

Deception specialist maximize dread

Learning the taste of poison and so forth has changed what I do. Not for the feint of heart? What did that mean when they said it.

It means I have a lot of language skills. lol

It also means it's scary at times....which times I say?

Just watch your local mind brain benders and it's all I need....ur, not really. Hences, the code, you have thus seen so far.

The code is long and a winding road. Gets a bit lonely but it's worth a while younger. lol

Laura: Atlast The bipolar american.......ized again.

Don't change a Thing! Spare Change

What would I change about me? Or you change me?

It's been a long time, I know, 50 years of great luck, and I've heard those words “I wouldn't want to change anything about you” people have actually said that to me.

Usually these people have known me less than one month.Either that or they were asleep at the time.

I seek to find the truth, but more so, the truth for and about me. Change would depend on what I find. Others however are ready and willing to change me regularly.

My friends even put up a plaque at their house which is a bit of a slap, and maybe the truth too: “A friend is someone who knows all about you, but likes you anyway.”

You see what I mean? A put down that makes them look good for having me as a friend. They put this up after a conversation about “me” and I see it all the time, and just wonder. What exactly would they want to change about me?

Specifically, this information could help me. I'll just become a conformist, learn to fit in, and die with no memory and no truth.

I was in the grocery store and some fucking song kept playing/repeating, “I don't want to change myself.” There was a lull, and I spoke out loud, “I want to change me.”

Everyone started laughing, which didn't make me feel good. Then they were, “aw, you don't have to change.”

Then I argued the case.

“You don't know me well enough to realize the breadth of change I am in need of. I'm really needing some change. Ask anyone”

“Give it a month and you won't be able to stand me. It's an ugly reality.”

They defended me against myself.

“Your not that bad.” (Could have been a better try there, but nevertheless)

“You're fine.” (What the fuck does that mean? Fine enough as in a “fine wine” or “fine chick” or “getting by” just fine. ?)

I vehemently argued against there platitudes, bored, still insistent on this changing myself thing.

Into what?

I suppose I would make my mouth shut for longer durations, without spitting out every thought onto the pavement.

I'm sure others would agree, but they also want me to stop being “unpredictable.” This is both what some call my “genius” and others my stupidity.

Never knowing what I'm going to do, or pointing out obvious truths to deluded masses, out loud—in writing, then you become like me: An urban legend.

Yes, it's impossible now to even fathom what some certain people would want me to do or where I should go, but it's also about things I never did and never would do.

I may be crazy, but I'm picky about my crazy.

Bi-polar chic, we call it around here.

Methodical would be the word. Not maniacal, though I can be, there is a method to my madness.

It appears though, that right now, it's time for some change. I was hoping to simply change the world, now it appears to be more of a challenge of doing something about me.

Since everyone I know seems to either want to change me without openly saying it, but definitely trying to impliment suggestions. Seeded with this corrected thinking, what would become of me?

And everyone knows I'm simply a riot waiting to start. Rodney King couldn't do it better.

It's true.

I was discussing the hospitals in Kern County, and realized I have had an “incident” at most hospitals. There is no where here in this county for me.

One hospital may-lee included being thrown onto a marble floor as I tried to leave. Grabbed and shaken, definitely stirred, a nurse woke me after I took a dose of my own medication. Security guards, police and finally Elvis got the hell out of the building. All Because I took my own meds.

Though I must say the Rural Health Clinic in town KRV, “cleared” me for a visit. It took a week of gut wrenching decision making, but finally they called and I was among the priviledged who are allowed to make an appointment.

Which I did.

I was precise that I was there to clear up the thyroid and the growth in my nose. Now, the growth is bugging me, and the thyroid is questionable, as those pills taste just like sugar. But I cannot take the Seroquell.

Oh yes, my recent secret weapon against my “abundance of energy” causes leg cramps and jumpy legs. Horrible stuff.

The Doctor at Rural Health yelled to the nurse, “StAt!!”

I just stood there kind of surprised. Wondering what was so important. He tells the assistant. “Get her in with a Psych immediately.”

Mind you, I had not said hardly a word, just listening. But apparently, my Urban Legend, had arrived.

He chose not to prescribe anything for the psych, rather to alarm everyone in the office that Laura Hart was out of viable Psych meds.

“Yeah, that's great.”

The doctor, who is a first timer, never seen or spoken to me, has put the whole health clinic on alert as if I've climbed a fence or dug out of Alcatraz.

So, I wonder what would he change about me. Probably everything.

He told me at one point, that he is a “woman's doctor—I”m a gynecologist” he declares. Like I give a fuck, and being a woman it should be vaginally correct--but he goes on to explain that he cannot satisfy all the needs of a crazy bi-polar. I swear he said it just like this:

“I take parts out and I put some back, it depends, I stretch or tuck,” he really said this. The point I don't know, but I am going to watch my parts around him.

So, I'm sleepless, restless, and it's true, I have nothing but street drugs, or marijuana, to help me “hold on” thru this stat crisis.

Have a great day and don't think the people around you are planning your change of life....they really are.

Laura Hart—the Bi-polar American

The Lights in the sky at night: My attitude

I've been jotting down a few of the stories that come with a serious romance with the truth. IDK, but it's a jolly good thing I have a sense of humor. It's also best to really deconstruct the thinking tracks and lay a little fresh iron.

I have been filming, only for my own data finding tour, and reading and seeing all sorts of new items. New experiences, Charlie Brown. In the environment. Glasses to "correct" my fawlty sense, are no longer the only reality, or primary source of percieved info.

So, with that vagueness I proceed.

UFO: Road side assistance.

One morning in search of something unknown, but relying on faith and boredom, I set out in the 5150 mobile, up the side of a mountain. A long and windy road.

Earlier in the drive I had no memory of hitting a tree, stalks sticking out of the hood over the engine, Side view mirror gone.

Now I had a different issue, my tires were spinning in the dirt, becoming deep and silty. I got stuck, then backed into a ditch.

I"m sitting there, barely a moment, thinking, "oh shit, no one knows where I am, I don't have a phone, and I'll only bury the car by continuing the effort.

My destination seemed to be before me, a walk was possible, as I had become restless with the secrecy. I can feel this, whether I or anyone else cares, likes, judges. It's just happening, as in the famous, "Inspector Clouseau" movies, "The pink Panther."

I hadn't been stopped when suddenly a small truck was behind me. Guy, clean cut, just clean looking, told me I was in a ditch. I could feel the mindfuck.

"You're in a ditch."

I"m looking at him, "yeah."

Then he askes who to call, I say, "know one." He called the CHP. Got back in the car and suddenly they were gone. 

NOt a couple minutes later came the CHP.

With instruction and the use of a huge off road vehicle we pushed WAlter and I up on the road. Had us turn around of course, so we left, and drove around realizing, that was some dam good road side assistance.

If I were caught somewhere else, the CHP would not have came rushing to my aid out in the middle of knowhere.

But thanks. Really.

The truth is what it is. An ever ending series of questions, suggestions, causes, effects. If you ask me what I believe you'll find, "not much." This is Bi-polar country, riding these tsunami waves of existence, change a constant reminder of the flimsy bits left of a whole map or history. 

This blog contains bread crumbs, as we know that gosh darn memory problem associated with age and diet related causes, forgets simple items such as hitting trees with a car. Where does it end with memory, our own controls, or no control? 

Get me Some GINKO Biloba baby.

lol

Hope all who suffer with these ugly scenarios arising out there begin to effectively deal it a just a better attitude. The truth not a welcome visitor for most of us. 

It's my attitude that the truth permeate anything that remains false.

May cause stomach upset, or it did for me this week, when I say we each have to pardon ourself for mising the most obvious. Pride goeth before a fall or even pratfall, as it should.

Thanks to all those who attempt truth in compassion and communication.

Laura Hart, The bi-polar American

KVHD under FIRE, Repost

Books of books, notes are notable and will be shared with all the truth seekers and speakers soon coming here to you!

Enjoy the Latest Response to the Kern Valley Healthcare District elder abuse outcome....

Wednesday, April 17, 2013

The DOJ aded: A department of JUST US report

(This is better voice related, I'll get back to you on that audios amigos)

It's like a Whose "HUGHES" of the news on elder abuse, after Gwen Hughes, the final defendant and lowest totem on the pole, recieved the stiffest sentence in the Kern Valley Healthcare District, elder abuse criminal case.

With Dr. Hoshang Pormir slipping thru the court "missedum" picking up his "not to do" list recently, followed by former KVHD CEO and political poles dancer, Pamela OTT, as she held her hand out palm side down this time to be slapped--last one out is a rotten egg.

Ott and Pormir were both sentenced on conspiracy charges (endangering public health) rather than the original elder abuse codes which were dropped in lieu of the "justice light" charges of this brigade from the California Depart-meant "to do" justice lead by Attorney General Kamala Harris.

Jerry Brown, former atturnkey General, now Governor of the state of mind that elder abuse "of the worst kind" was committed, divorced himself from those claims best used in campaigns and not court rooms.

The first two defendants were treated to a "buzz kill" or "stern talking to" before being handed over to the probation department--for three whole years. (wow) They also have to write "I will not drug and kill the elderly" four hundred times on a chalkboard.

Ouch!

There are different motivations for elder abuse, but it usually involves financial gain.

THe KVHD example of elder abuse shows there is a senior discounting on the oversight and justice par tof this bargain of a deal: protecting the innocent.

Politically motivated, Gwen Hughes, former KVHD director of Nursing, for all of six months, became a henchman for the group of administrators and board members hiding their already troubled Skilled Nursing Facility.

Evidence shows a trend toward understaffing the nursing home, which meant more infusion of cash into the operations and dehydrated patients the result.

Hughes was sentenced to three years jail time and in a few more years, as she is getting older, could be rolling to a senior living apartment near you. Though she has had to relinquish her nursing license forever more, and keep a distance of at least two bus stops and a senior center from anyone graying at the temples--WE do realize she will be aging and they won't be able to stop the potential for more senior predation.

Some people prefer to close the case, calling it just another example of lack of caring, or truth, but some never forget.

I could go on and on, and I will....in another post. I'll keep you posted for part three in the series "Whose Hughes in elder abuse."

Laura Hart-The Bi-Polar American

Com-part-mental Case...Stand up for comedy.

My sister has called me out to take up some stand up comedy, and I just wonder if anyone is really ready for me to humorize the horrors this blog rails against regularly.

I'm sure my mind would not mind a good clearing of all the material collecting over these almost 50 years of life.

That is true, I have a lot of stories which are usually quite interesting...lol

Being a mental case who recently returned from a stay at the Hotel Aurora bore my ass off, I am considering that I had a strong attraction to the idea.

My recent foray into CODE talk, I have wondered if there are those who will get my humor. Recently my cousin told me she was concerned I was talking my new language code.

I had hoped they would ignore it, and just get what they get. lol

My good friend who hung up the phone while I was early practicing the metaphor/pun/rhyme time, asked me if I was going to begin again.  Now she misses the depth, I must seem boring again.


It's the irony, regular kind, but I guess we will see.

My Sis and her  Video?

 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xVGQAIsOb38

On the surface, I'm a language lazy type of writer. But put me in the metaphor department and I'm a shopaholic.

I guess it's time to measure the comedy circuit and find out if it's ready for me....

Competition is not an energy I revel in, but I'm willing to dump or unload some of this dust covering my bowl.

Let's see...

My sis predicts the bay area will have an earthquake, is she a Nostradamas of the new age?

She also has strict rules for English speakers if you want to check out her opinion page of Youtube vids.

FRom AMnesiA to Allzheimers: What the hell was that?

I've wondered for a while, that we seem to come to this world with amnesia, nothing but an empty brain?

WE have no idea where or how we got here.

Then we go thru life, battling memories, habits, spoon fed instructions, and then we are all losing that information as alzheimers is the next memory eraser.

So, what can we expect to know? Our experiences, just faded memories, and then we use our memory problems to avoid responsibility for unpleasant things.

"No, I don't remember that happening."

Even if the other person has some record of events, for which there is some certainty, this person with the memory gets dissed for being so damn stubborn.

"I think you have mistaken something," or "I have no idea, but whatever you say," are usually the responses.

I would be glad to join the gang of memory bangers. How can I lose this memory so that I can live in this beautiful world, of glorious generosity, compassion?

Psych meds are on my menu, and hopefully, I can get more that will make me normal.

Laura Hart, or who knows, I can't remember my own name. lol

BRidgiN the Division Between ATOM AND EVE.....

Women, and history is our time this month. lol

WE are quite a group of wonderful people, who want only to family, and friends, the world around us. Good stuff, though we have been tormented a bit too much, we are hearts of gold, who continue to be leaders, even when they are continually told it's a n uphill battle.

WEll, battle that axe, as we are a nation of women, a full plate on the table of feeding life it's best stuff. Mothers are lovers and how we share this is our gifts.

May we use our new perspective as the leaders, not the tossed, dumbed down, blondes, of yesteryear, of sex symbology, and we bring our full monty to this endeavor.

Openly, I'll tell you, in my life of Unaccepted behaviors, I was told, I was not okay, as I was not a male or even a female. In the middle I rose to my own region of being woman, and hearing me roar. lol

My life saw it's time of the lowest totem on the pole, as a woman, I was not of this higher marky, I was the lower. So, I fought the rumors, that I was less.

Celebrate your female trail of amazing, awesome, history. It's yours.

Men, have yet to get the set up, and would hold their own, as a competitor, rather than united, in the sexual harassment of each other.

Set it down, let it go, as we are EQUALIZED, and the Prequel is the section of the erection of a new symbol.

Ovaries and Uterus, are the natural setting. THen the fall out becomes a penis, a scrotum, not a totem, and the origins needs a reputation of change.

Those who suffer the Fallic syndrome, hang on, there's more to this story, than a thin ego.

Women's HIstory Month, let's make history.....Together.

Laura Hart----The Bipolar AMerican

Look around there are bread crumbs for alll......

Sweet is the final treat......

Tho the TRUTH has had a sideline of the IMAGINESSLESSLY redone playing field, I CALL "Ponzi's final stand.' Or Pyramid, shell game, whatever you know, feel under all this painful Realization.....

No ONE has to choose this Filed feild made to slant to the Dante side of an InfERNO.

READ on, as TRUTH, will be here and it ALL ready is--was--will . lol

More!

(Having a BLAST dancing. Why Mike JAcksOn must be a mentor. Sho this soooooooon! Roger that Rabbit?}

unnnnacccccceptable behavior......my story

hell----ooooo,

we SPOKE OF THE strange CIRCUMSTANCES, THAT brought me to this word, nOT world.

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mine, mAYan STORY......

BORN This WAy......

WEll, let us BEGIN, the tale of the TIGER, as it's a hanger onner. NEVER will I let it go, until, it's TIME is UP.

STart......

I was born in the HOLLYWOOOD region, West LA, but it was VIA a home for unwed mothers. My birth was something of a quizzical event: came out on my feet.

It's the best way to get a head and a start, program.

ALSO, I flew around, YES, can you even IMAGINE? My mother did something that was not her fault, she did not BELEIVE. I could prove, I could show, but it was her job to make sure I was not doing these odds balls things that could be witnessed.

BUT I DID.....

It gets bettter, let's see how much you want to know..........MORE!!











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HATW else is in this HAT, CAT?

YOU are Pushing my GOOD sized, or SUPEr SIZE ME, OH< PLEASE< I cannot and WILL NOT. PERIOD, have one, ENJOOY it?

Let me knows, as I'm so DAM nosey.

QUICKEN YOUR BOOKS< you know WHAT do To. llllllllllll

tahw si NI THE wATER?

aFTER A FEW DAYS OF tests OF MY hOME, i FOUND IT SO DARNED, SOCKED IN, SAM i am.

fIRST, MY heater HAS air conditioning. what????

mY thyroid PILLS, are sugar< I FINALLY TRIED IT ALL.

give me and mayan kind a sense of what the next se{ptS WILL be!!!!

wHAT ELSE DO i know.......truth, IT'S MY ONLY MAJOR leageues UNDER THE see> lET'S GO AHEAQD, i'M LIMPING, BUT THEN AGAIN, SOMETHING HAPPENED ON DUH WAY TO THE for mine< nOT yours.........

CALL ME WITH SOME REAQy WEEK and OH SO meek, I will NOT, NO, MORE, weight training is my current STATIC counter. I"m actively raqdio, listen and hear, and RE-dun dance this, and the TRUTH, I'm WIFI.

Laura GENUINE Hart ATTLAST.......You know, no LESS, only MORE. CLEAR?

WHat you see and Do Not SEE.......

Why it's AMAZING to find that there is something so SIN ister, that it is also just as foooooolish to   Assume, that there wood not be a RESponSE.

Here
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Where is your GPS sending you?

Where is LA?

Do you feel it's TRUTH?

Ask, don't FEAR {FALSE EVIDENCE APPEARING REAL) it's an implant and your being potted.

If this sense it makes, then I'll eXceptionally, take it.

MORE SOON< we HAVE no QUALMS, only.......88888888fjfjfjaslodjf;ahf;oiehf ij;aoihiuhfh;ref hjhfa;hakjh;eorhqieuroerugniuha;oija;kdhgpier'pgja;gh;oiHGA;GIUHS;OGIJ;AOIGHJN;AIG;AOG

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How's the TRUTH?

It's on and it's not HGOPINHG anywaherers...............