The Gay Veteran

Problems faced by gay veterans In Arkansas:

Posted 11/27/2009 11:05 AM CST on TodaysTHV.com

I’ve tried the contact page at the White House web site to contact President Obama on three different occasions and not once did I even receive a confirmation let alone a follow-up reply.

Openly gay veterans have never been and never will be welcome in the VA on any level especially so in Arkansas, in fact openly gay people are harassed on all levels of the work force in the VA.  With the number of claims topping 1 million on the backlog books, unless you know high-ranking VA officials, or have a lover that graduated from Harvard Law School at the top of the class, or courting and/or smooching up to the right people in the VA or have around 10 thousand dollars to drop on an attorney’s desk it isn’t going to happen.

The VA is full of slimy, nasty, greedy thieves who think it is their duty to deny vets rightful benefits so richly deserved by serving their country and nowhere is that more obvious or prevalent than at CAVHS and The VA Regional Office in Little Rock/N Little Rock, AR.  I’ve been through the mill on more than one occasion up to and including a personal hearing through closed circuit television with the VA in Washington, DC and the most recent denial being in early 2003.

Not only was the attorney’s right to represent challenged by the VA legal coach for a full thirty minutes at the hearing, but also the VA had even thrown away the power of attorney submitted by the attorney.   Straight veterans aren’t keen on associating with or assisting openly gay veterans and the number one reason being, their guilty of being gay by association excluding those who feel gays are sick and perverted.

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Well actually in Morrilton every nite is a dead assed nite, and the weather is calling for an 80% chance overnight thunder storms.  Ok so I’m a little bit on the rag tonight, it’s another one of those low keyed sinus headache nights with nothing to dope it up with but aspirins and BC’s and my glass’s only aggravate it and Citalopram for the blue funk which barely holds it’s own in this flea bitten mud hole little nowhere town.  My social life is outright zero and has been since my return in early 2003, and medical care is almost non-existent and what doctors are here doesn’t know their ass’s from a hole in the ground.  One of my nephews went to the emergency room a few months back for chest pains, they told him he had laryngitis.  So he went to Conway  to get a second opinion and was told he wasn’t having anything but a panic attack.

Chronic allergies in this part of the state are a constant battle and I used to use Mobigesic until it was pulled from shelves and in Morrilton you walk around all of the time feeling like your head is in a bucket.  It’s one of those wonderful little over the counter med’s that comes along that fights headache pain, allergies and includes a muscle relaxant.   I don’t worry to about Mormon missionaries coming by anymore or other church people either for that matter, not since I started handing out a one page letter in a sealed envelope telling them what they can go and do.  Which is what all solicitors that come to my door these days get.  I hoping all of the I promise the moon, I deliver nothing and I deny everything political campaigner’s come around so I can pass out one to them to.  Got a whole stack of sealed envelopes right next to the door just waiting to be handed out lol.  I felt a little weird the first two or three that I handed out, but after that it was pretty much old hat business.

See Morrilton is controlled by a Dixie mafia mentality and black list anyone who is openly gay and opposes the barn yard pecking order here.  Well since all of the years gone, all of the dreams and most of my family along with them I couldn’t care less how much this stinking town  and it’s closed minded mentality black list me.  In fact I pretty much live in virtual seclusion owing to a lack of personal transportation and by choice because I have utterly no desire to socialize with anyone in it.  Didn’t even bother to renew my Louisiana drivers license’s when they expired, because I flat out do not care to have an Arkansas driver’s license.

Morrilton will force it’s stagnated little time bubble down your throat whether you want it or not, if you were feeling reasonably good when you came to it, Morrilton will rip it to shit and send it to hell in a hand basket in about month’s time.  Thinking of Morrilton, then picture a giant spider’s web that ensnares and slowly sucks the life and will away and you’ve got a very good idea of Morrilton.  Or think of Truman Capote’s book In Cold Blood and his description of the town where it happened and you’ve got another good idea of Morrilton.

Owing to the energy of youth the young have some immunity to it although it’s noticeable none the less, but as the years go by it grows increasingly stronger as the immunity factor grows increasingly weaker.  I suppose this might be due in part to the fact Morrilton is at the low point in the Arkansas River Valley and surrounded by low mountains as such all of the ground poisons including air pollution settle here.

See this is the kind of stuff I can only post on my blogs, because the editor of the local newspaper wouldn’t print it in a letter to editor.  The local newspaper is biased concerning what is printed about Morrilton in the paper, in short if it isn’t ass kissing stuff, (e.g.) I’d like to take this opportunity to thank such and such for this or that, although to the paper’s credit I do manage to get some letters printed on gay marriage and related gay issues, and I have read a few complaints about public officials so can’t run em down to badly.  Letters to the editor however are limited to 300 words, so it really has to be condensed and to the point and with literally no straying from the main topic.

Well OK enough of my ranting while on the rag.

I thought I was going to have to wait until Tuesday to buy as Powerball lottery ticket, but my oldest sister bought a pack of Bugler rolling papers for me and threw in a Powerball ticket alone with them. Now before all of you Boy’s in the Blue Department rev up the old drugdar, and thinking about hauling me up on possession of Drug Paraphernalia they’re to go with my Prince Albert Roll your own tobacco, courtesy of our greedy governor Mike Beebe, Robbie Wills and the Lawmakers. I mean I used to smoke them high dollar Tucson and Basic store bought ready rolls and over the counter Midnight Special, but after Robbie Wills, Mike Beebe and the lawmakers got through I couldn’t afford them anymore. And yes Mr. Wills that is a dirty, filthy, stinking ashtray behind the Powerball ticket in the New Orleans, LA mug, which was also given to me by my oldest sister. Two bad your don’t have to sit in a whole room full of dirty, filthy stinking ashtrays Mr. Wills, you Mike Beebe and that, that woman Dr. Jennifer Delliha of the Arkansas Health Department to boot.

All right if anyone is wondering what kind of computer I run, it’s a nifty 3.20 GHz that I bought from eBay back in July and for a neat little price tag I might add. I’ve had an account through eBay almost since eBay has been doing online business. In all of the times I ordered from them, I’ve only gotten one lemon, well it was another computer. What did I do, gutted it and dumped the rest into the dumpster and went searching on eBay again. And that Powerball ticket showing in the New Orleans mug, well it’s signed and filled out on the back, so don’t forget if and when you do buy a Powerball ticket sign it and fill in your address on the back. I t would be nice though if I didn’t have to use a magnifying glass to be sure of what spaces I am filling in on the back though, but when your like me and can’t afford new glass’s you kind of have to make do with what you got. So am I going to thank the Lawmakers and the Governor for the lottery, not just a no, but a hell no. This one goes to the voters of Arkansas and the Lt. Governor of Arkansas, which I feel he should run for Governor of Arkansas and adding this to his campaign platform.

My oldest sister came by and visited with me this afternoon, and the only person that does come and visit to speak of, and we talked about the Lottery and that crazy woman Senator Sue Madison wanting to repeal it. In fact neither my sister nor I talked about the things either of us would do should either one win. To me it’s not so much in winning, but the mere fact lottery tickets are now legal in Arkansas. And I feel that Bill Halter has done more as Lt. Governor to bring Arkansas into the 21^st century than Mike Beebe and all of the lawmakers put together.

A few typo’s most likely again, so just read past them.  Yeah that’s what you can do.