LOS ANGELES -- Even on Skid Row, it was shocking: a paraplegic man in a soiled gown sliding along the sidewalk with his hands, clutching a plastic bag with his belongings between his teeth.
Police said the man, who was dragging a broken colostomy bag behind him, was dumped on the sidewalk Thursday in one of the worst parts of the city by the driver of a hospital van. The area is the same location where city officials say hospitals have dumped the homeless before.
Witnesses, all homeless people, began shouting, ''Where is his wheelchair? Where is his walker?'' Detective Russ Long said Friday. They told officers the driver responded that the man defecated in the van and had to be removed. [From today's Chicago Sun Times.]
We Better All Get Rich QuickThat's my message for today: you either got money or you can go to Hell. The above bullshit happened out in LaLa Land, in Los Angeles, where the cops are crooked as a den of snakes at night; where the privileged do as they please as long as they pay; where people vie for the world's attention at any cost--anything for attention--"Hey, I gotta script!" "Hey, check out my pierced vulva." "Hey, I can eat glass and shit diamonds."
Warning: However, if you ever get sick in L.A. do not go to the hospital. Remember a year ago November I had a nephew die in an L.A. hospital--he never recovered from a simple operation, he never came out of it, went into a coma and was dead in 4 days.
One exception, the Good Samaritan Hospital; Gore Vidal says that's the best hospital in the world; he moved from Italy to L.A. right across the street from it just so he'd have it in case he needed it.
As long as our hospitals are Capitalist enterprises, healthcare goes to the highest bidder, those with money; the privileged. That's why my advice is "Get Rich As Quick As You Can." Exxon-Mobil stock will skyrocket if they get to steal Iraq's oil, and so far so good on that deal, which means next year they'll break their own "most profits ever in the history of corporations" record. Hey, the Wall Street Wolf Man highly recommends Exxon-Mobil stock. Carlyle Group stock, too, should be doing well since they are moving into the newspaper and television markets. The funeral home business, too, ought to be good for investment potential; a Texas company is going around buying up all funeral homes; then there's another company coming after funeral homes, too. When this company buys funeral homes, the prices of funerals double. Sure profits. People are not going to quit dying, just like they're not going to quit driving SUVs and Hummers and other gas-guzzling automobiles. Can you imagine NASCAR races without any gasoline? How about NASCAR races with electric autos or hybrids! Oh yeah!
Either get rich quick or don't you dare get sick! Especially, don't get cancer if you don't have at least a million buck kind of catastrophe insurance--cancer will ruin you financially unless you are filthy, filthy rich.
I'm too pissed to write a blog today.
thegrowlingwolf
for The Daily Growler
The Daily Growler Sadly Notes the Passing of a True American Rugged Individualist Woman (F Anna Nichol Smith, here's a real woman!)--from the Blog of Death:
Liz Renay
Born Pearl Elizabeth Dobbins, Renay was raised in Arizona by strict evangelical Christian parents, and a grandmother whom she described as a "hellion." At 13, Renay ran away from home and hitchhiked to Las Vegas. The voluptuous girl won a Marilyn Monroe look-alike contest and supported herself by working as an underage cocktail waitress, showgirl and size 44DD bra model.
By 18, Renay was supporting her two children, a boy and a girl, as an exotic dancer and movie extra. When Life magazine featured her in a five-page photo spread, she decided to seek her fortune in New York City. There Renay became a high-fashion model, and even appeared on the cover of Esquire magazine. But she fell in with Tony "Cappy" Coppola, the right-hand man of mob boss Albert "The Mad Hatter" Anastasia, and life in the fast lane soon proved a bit too brisk for Renay. When her relationship with Coppola turned violent, she moved to California to become a film star.
Renay appeared in more than two-dozen pictures, mostly B-movies like "Date With Death," "The Thrill Killers," "Mark of the Astro-Zombies," "Desperate Living" and "Dimension in Fear," and won $1,000 for correctly answering geography questions on Groucho Marx's TV show, "You Bet Your Life." In the Hollywood press, she was famed for her beauty and for dating actors and celebrities. The blonde, and sometimes red-headed, bombshell eventually married seven times, divorced five times and widowed twice. She recounted her many flings in the 1992 memoir, "My First 2,000 Men."
Perhaps her best-known paramour was Hollywood mobster Mickey Cohen. Renay's relationship with Cohen was closely examined by grand juries on both coasts, and she received a three-year suspended sentence in the late 1950s for perjuring herself at his federal tax evasion trial. When she violated her probation for allegedly disturbing the peace during a photo shoot, Renay was sent to federal prison. During her 27-month incarceration, she ran a prison newspaper and taught art to the other inmates. Renay also painted 150 canvasses in the joint, including one of a centaur surrounded by beautiful women in a garden. The painting sold in 1964 for $10,000.
Renay's flamboyant nature didn't fade as she aged. She earned top billing in the 1970s for a string of X-rated pictures, despite the fact that she didn't participate in the actual sex acts or appear in the nude. Renay penned cookbooks and beauty tips as well as the bestselling autobiography, "My Face for the World to See," and toured the country in a double striptease act with her daughter, Brenda. In 1982, Brenda committed suicide on her 39th birthday.
In the height of the streaking craze, Renay was the first grandmother to run nude down Hollywood Blvd. The promotional act for a local theatre drew a crowd of thousands, and got her arrested for indecent exposure. Renay was later acquitted when the jury determined that she "was nude, but not lewd." Several jurors even asked for her autograph after the proceedings ended. During the final years of her life, Renay kept a loaded German Walther under her bed. However, she only shot the gun on the 4th of July to make sure it still worked.
"She was unsinkable, indefatigable, incorrigible, irresistible. Liz was larger than life and had the bust line to prove it," Las Vegas Review-Journal columnist John L. Smith wrote. "Even as she approached her 80th birthday last spring with her bum hip and other age-related maladies, she still led with her best assets. In the right light, she could still turn heads and charm the chips from casino players' pockets. It's hard to believe she's gone."
Renay died on Jan. 22 from cardiopulmonary arrest and gastric bleeding. She was 80.
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