Do You Remember?

GRASS was something you chopped from the rows in your fields or garden rather than filler for funny cigarettes.
YO-YO was a toy operated by a string attached to your finger and not two dudes answering in succession.
RAP was what you received on your head from the teacher when you failed to pay attention in class.
INCENSE was considered the amount of knowledge contained within a person’s head and had nothing to do with the burning of smelly sticks.
BREAD was an important part of the human diet and was far removed from the medium of exchange stored in banks.
CHICKS were simply the offspring of a hen and a rooster and, in no way, to be associated with the female of the human species.
LINE was a straight mark drawn on an even surface or a string or rope and was not the definition of someone who handled the truth loosely.
POKE was a container used to carry ‘stuff’ in and had nothing to do with the connection of a fist in someone’s face.
A BLACK RACER was the fastest of a breed of the snake family and had nothing to do with an African American who was swift of foot.
DISCOUNT was merely Bubba’s way of telling a story; you know, “discount and discountess wus goin’ together.”
UPPERCUT had nothing to do with fighting. It was simply relating to the barber the type of haircut you wanted.
SPAM was not in any way connected to a form of junk mail sent electronically but was the mainstay food for millions during World War II.
BALE was an amount of hay tied together with wire or twine rather than the price charged by the courts to get out of jail.
MORBID was the question the auctioneer asked before raping on the table with his hammer and declaring an item sold.
OUTBACK was the location of the privy and certainly not necessarily a sparsely settled region in Australia.
HOUSEWARMING was not only a party, but also the chore for the first person out of bed in the morning and that was simply building a fire in the fireplace.
FRIGATE was a word denoting disgust with something that does not work properly and has no bearing on a fast sailing ship.
FILM-STRIP was what them hoochie-coochie girls did when the cameras were rolling.
EVERLASTING was an account for the taste of the wild onion casserole served at the housewarming party.
SOUNDLESS was simply an order from one or both parents to the younguns describing the way they should play.
SYNOPTICS was the way Bubba’s eyes reacted when he observed them “nekid hoochie-coochie girls” dancing.
TOPSIDE was the way Bubba described his car shortly after he wrecked it; you know, “It were Topside-turvey.”
UNDERBRUSH was designated as a tool to be used for cleaning underneath the stove or refrigerator.
WALKIE-TALKIE refers to more than one woman strolling through the mall or pretending to shop in a grocery store.
COURTROOM was the ‘front room’ of the home chosen as the place where young ladies were to entertain their boyfriends.
DISARM was the place Bubba asked the doctor to inject the needle when he went for his distemper shot.
EPISTLE was what the Mexican gardener admitted was the weapon used when he was charged with shooting a neighbors dog.
FARFETCHED was the description Mavis used when telling about traveling ten miles to borrow a cup of sugar.
HARDWARE was what Bubba experienced when the ‘little woman’ put too much starch in his drawers.


Have you noticed that; At reunions:  “You feel younger than everyone else looks?


If I were allowed, perhaps the first thing I would change; would be to require the daily Newspaper’s; (as one of the first); to include some good news in every issue.

You know: Something like, “Mr. and Mrs. Herbert Jones visited their daughter in Tampa, Florida last week.” or  “Miss Leona Renfrow, was chosen for ‘Student of the Year’ at “Way-Cross School of Nursing.”  Or, even;   ”Wade Perdue won first place in the Turnip growing contest with a 16 pounder.  The contest was sponsored by Lowlevel Bank and Trust.”

There was a time when this type of news made up at least one half of each publication.  Today, if interesting copy like the above is included at all, it appears as a fill-in on page twenty five.

The other twenty four pages are filled with mayhem such as; “16 murdered in gang related incident.” or “President and Vice-President indicted for holding Orgy on White House lawn.” or “Peace talks between U.S. and ARSTUPIA break down;  War imminent.” or “Defense attorneys succeed in freeing serial killer on a technicality,”  “Judge cited for accepting pay-off.”

It appears that the only thing that will sell in today’s enlightened society is Sensationalism. There seems to be no room for items which appeal to a universal constituency.

Even the Comic Pages have become tools for political axe-grinding.  What happened to the comics that entertained; i/e “Smiling Jack, Smokey Stover, The Katzenjammer Kids,  Buck Rogers,  The Lone Ranger, and of course,  Superman?”  Most of today’s comics seem to focus on Satire, instead of merely being amusing.  Why do the creators of these Comic Strips, feel that they are required to ‘Make a Statement?

I suppose these are the more important things which I would change; but they are, by far, not the only changes I would make if only I had the opportunity.  Others are…

I really don’t think it is right to be required to grow old; just to receive a free cup of coffee at McDonalds.

Senior discounts should apply to “All Purchases.

All highways should include a Slow  Lane, for those of us who are not in a hurry.

A real live, person should answer all business Telephones.

Magazines over ‘Ten Years Old’, should be eliminated from all “Doctors and Dentists waiting rooms”.

Last but not least:  I would re-define components for the operation of computers.  In my weak mind, the word Hardware means ‘tools, nuts & bolts.  Software is comfortable underwear. Floppy Discs are 45 rpm records left out in the sun. On-Line is the method in which we receive electricity.  F-1 is the designation of a certain Tractor or Pick-Up Truck.

As you can readily see; I belong to a generation which could be interpreted as B.C. (before computers).  There is no need, however, to fear these major changes.  Once you become familiar with them, you’ll love them as much as I do.


Believe me:  It’s frustrating when; “I know all the answers.” but;  “No one asks Me the Question’s.”    Dj.


The usual position of the Stone Churn, was always on the hearth, just to the right of the open Fireplace.  The natural warmth of the fire, slowly soured the whole milk that would later be agitated by an up and down motion of a ‘dasher.’

The dasher was nothing more than an X of wood mounted on the end of a dowel rod that extended through a hole in the removable top of the Churn.

When the milk had soured, it thickened and formed a substance that was commonly called “Curds’  or  Clabber”.  Around this substance was a thin liquid that was referred to as Whey.  If the ‘Clabber’ was removed from the Whey and broken up, it resembled present-day Cottage Cheese; and the taste is much the same. Many people enjoy eating Clabber and it contains almost as much nourishment as the whole milk.

A famous Nursery Rhyme makes reference to Clabber. You remember “Little Miss Muffett,” don’t you? She sat on her Tuffett” (?), and ate her “Curds and Whey”, or “Clabber.”

If the Clabber’ was left intact, the churning process began by working the dowel rod up and down and continually stirring the ‘Curds and Whey’ until lumps of yellow substance floated to the surface.

These lumps were removed when the churning was complete by means of a wooden paddle; salted and packed into a mold and left to harden.  This delicacy is “Butter”, calories and all.

The by-product from the churning process was by no means the least of the treats that resulted from this rather unique operation.  After the Butter was removed, the mixture that was left in the churn had somewhat thickened.

It was certainly not thrown out; but was prized as a companion to a snack or even a meal of Cornbread and was heralded as Buttermilk”.  Chilled and served at tables in the finest homes, Buttermilk was, and still is, considered a staple for many.

From start to finish, nothing was wasted in the working to make Butter or
It was an operation that required little enough energy in order to produce so much in the way of subsistence for the average family.

Churning usually was done when the other more important chores were completed.  Sitting by the Fireplace and listening to the radio or reading, with the only sounds being, the crackling of the fire and the thump-thump of the dasher”, as a very important procedure was initiated.

The conversion of whole ‘Milk’ into first, ‘Clabber’; then to ‘Butter’; and finally, the mouth watering taste of a product synonymous with a pone’ of Cornbread.”

A delicious glass of BUTTERMILK!”


WARNING:  Some folks have become addicted to the tantalizing taste of  “Buttermilk;” and have been known to create Butter, illegally, in order to satisfy their “BUTTERMILK – FIX!”      Dj.

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Long Distance

Believe me:  I go ‘w-a-a-y-y’ back; when telephones were wooden boxes mounted on the wall.  To call someone: One had to turn a crank & ring central; to ask for a particular person. Then came the dialed party lines’. This was a boost to the morale of the neighborhood gossipers, since it was possible to listen – in on every ring.

As the number of subscribers reached the point of saturation for the number of rings, individual numbers were assigned to ‘private’ lines. This innovation put a damper on the spread of news throughout the community.

We were, however, required to depend on the telephone company to provide us with long distance service.  We dialed “O” and gave the operator the number and was connected. This service began as very expensive; but gradually settled around 10 /12 cents per minute. Then came De-regulation:  Other long distance carriers jumped on the band wagon and the cost dropped to around 7 / 8 cents per minute.

Most of us ‘frugal,’ “thrifty,” or “stingy,” folks were continually looking for ways to curtail expenses when we discovered the Warehouse Club calling card. All we had to do to access this service; was to dial our card number, then the toll-free number, to gain access to long distance service for around 3 1/2 cents per minute.

Apparently, this worried many of the carriers since we are bombarded with newspaper and television ads, hyping their service. I suppose the fact that we are not listed among the subscribers for long distance service gives all of them free rein to solicit us.

A representative for one of the providers called at my door one afternoon. He identified himself and said that he was here to save me money.  When I asked him how he could ‘legally’ do this:???….. 

His response was, “If you subscribe to Our Telephone Service; Our Cable Service; AND our Internet Service; you will save substantially on your long distance service.”

“Can you beat 3 1/2 cents per minute,” I asked?   “NO!” He replied.              “’ENUFF SAID,  Brother!”  “Bye.”

NOW;  The latest innovation to worry our already ‘over-taxed brain’ is to attempt understanding the “Cell Phone”.  This ‘wonder’ is packed inside a small container; about the size of a package of cigarettes.  It is a telephone, a camera, a calculator, a calendar, a phone directory, an answering machine, a recorder, and much, much more.

Today’s world is not geared to those of us who;  “Cannot chew gum and walk at the same time.”

“You’ve noticed, that; Huh?” : –  “And possibly: The fact that?”  “I’m fairly good at telling stories; “over and over and over?”       Dj.

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In the early Spring, each year;  The Farmers Market opens, to provide the fresh, Vegetable’s for the Customers, who have waited through the desolate months of Winter, for their first taste of; “Natures Wonder’s”

On the first day, the Market is in business, prompts;  My Good Friend & Vendor, “Billy-Bob;” with a story that he will relate to his children and grandchildren for years to come.

The Newspaper had just been delivered, when Billy-Bob came out his front door: with a big headline, announcing: “LOCAL FARMER SAVES LIFE;” staring at him: with;  “Big News: In Today’s Paper; for a change;”  “page, 4.”

“I can almost hear it now:”   “Billy-Bob’s Grandchild; was sitting on his lap, and asking for a repeat of this years “opening:”  “Like he usually gets from Gram-Pa.”  “It will go about like the following.”

We had just opened the gate when an old man staggered up to our Station; holding on to his Walking Stick with a death grip.”  “He grabbed a sack and began to fill it with the string beans; that we had just picked; this morning.”  “While we were weighing these;  The old man grabbed another sack and filled it with Squash.”  “He grinned at My Wife; who was filling-in for our ‘Weigh-Master,” today, and said:


“Mama was taken–‘a-back’ by his remarks, and asked the man what he meant.”  “The man seemed serious when he replied;” 

“If I had to have eaten, ‘Cheese-Crackers,’  ‘Cereal,’ and  ‘Toast,’ for another two weeks:” “You would have possibly read my Obituary in your local newspaper.” 

“On Opening day; Vendors strive to have for sale; a different variety of Veggies; therefore spreading the sales around to more than one.  “The ‘Old Gentleman,’ agreed that was a fair plan. 

He  paid for his purchase and; (clutching the two sacks and his walking cane); He  headed for another Station to get the rest of the vegetables that was on his list.”  “It is almost unbelievable, how quickly the tables, holding the many varieties of “Veggies,” are emptying.


MY question now is:  “If  our esteemed Governmental leaders can find as many folks who do good in our Country; as they do when they are trying to get Re- elected?”  “Why, in Heavens Name; can’t they add the names of the Vendor’s; who save ‘all our lives’,  by “Working themselves to death:”  “Just to provide fresh Vegetables for us, every Spring?”  

“HUH??” , “Answer me:”  “All of you ‘TRUMP-A-LATERS.”  “We belong here, too.”  “You never know:”  “We ‘MAY’ have voted for your buddy.”   “Another thought:”  “The first customer; could possibly have been:” ~~~.  Demijon.


We are really not as “Back Woodsy” as some seem to think. It’s just that we look at things in general with a different outlook. You must understand that folks in the South are not in a hurry to do anything.

We like to take time to, ‘Smell the roses as well as just observe them.’  When you see one of us deep in thought and appearing at a loss for what is happening around us, that’s what we are doing.

We are “Smelling” Before”, we tackle anything. Not only does this save energy, it also prevents having to do it over if we rush into it and get it wrong.

Why not? Since we do not have to rush to keep an appointment or to worry about the Stock Market averages, we have sufficient time to do it right to start with. This attitude is sometimes contagious.

I have a dear friend who has only been a ‘transplanted Yankee’ for a very short time, and he has already adopted a schedule of 5 / 5. He works for 5 minutes and takes a 5-hour break. Very simple, huh?

The fact that he was laid back, while still within the borders of the North; just may have contributed to his adapting so quickly. He learned to say “Y’ALL” instead of “YOU-ALL,” after only two weeks of lessons. The fact that he had an excellent teacher may have inspired him to adapt.

Another thing that may appear differently to unsuspecting citizens is our attitude toward putting first things first. If it is a choice between working and fishing; naturally the fishing will take precedence.

The work will wait but when the fish are biting:  Therefore, we have no other option. How can we; in good conscience, allow them to wait until we finish with our work? They are hungry and it is only humane to feed them.

It is also a misconception that we all are involved in the manufacture of Moonshine LIQUOR.. That; we leave to the professionals hidden deep in the hollows of the mountains. If by chance some of their product does find its way into our area, we are not adverse to the sampling of it; simply, to insure that the quality is in keeping with the usual accepted standards.

All things considered, we are much the same as our northern Brothers and Sisters with the exception of our desire to keep things simple. Avoiding the rush-rush, life is an obsession with most of us; and we will defend this attitude at whatever the cost.

We are perfectly content with our lifestyle, and the fact that we are experiencing an influx of citizens from our ‘border country;’  “THE NORTH!”  Will attest that it’s the only way to go.

We welcome all of you and sincerely hope that you will learn to love our part of this great country. One word of caution, however:  You must be the one to adapt; because we have no intention of changing things.

We just do things a “Little Differently.”



Of late:  The ‘Newspapers,’ as well as the ‘Electronic Media,’ have both jumped on the ‘possible’ idea that:  If a person eats enough of a “Special Food:” “Concocted by a ‘Certain,’  “Firm” or “Firm’s;  ‘(that are paying for the (‘ADs’);’  AND, the cost of the ‘film’ and ‘electricity’ to hype this particular food);”

Their claim’s are that: “All that ‘Weight and those Inches”, will just ‘absolutely’ FALL OFF.”   “By the pounds & inches within a day or so.”

“Believe me, friends; I have tried every diet that has been circulated; and my belt still, will not fasten over my GUT.”  “I had to use the ‘tried & true,’ exercise of “Pushing Back from the Table.”  “Up until I discovered the only sure way to lose weigh and inches is to: “SERVE YOUR COUNTRY!”

In May, 1950, I took the final step toward gaining a slim; but, powerful, body.  Ladies and Gentlemen; I joined the “Army’s Elite Forces:”“THE PARATROOPERS.”  “The first words , spoken to a Bus-Load of raw recruits by a Master Sergeant ‘with “Hash-Marks”, the length of his sleeve:  Was;  “WE”LL MAKE A MAN OUT OF YOU: OR YOU’LL QUIT, OR DIE.”

“THUS: Began our first step into the discussions of the ‘hated’, “5 Mile Run’s;”  “50 Push-ups;”  “Hanging in parachute harness for hours.”  and “The Granddaddy” of all of them:  “THE, LEAPING FROM AN AIRCRAFT IN FLIGHT!”

“In 1950; I reported for duty at Fort Campbell Kentucky; sporting  a 6 foor-2 inch body, weighing “266 pounds” and wearing trousers that measured “40 inches,” in the waist.”

Fast Forward to May, 1952:  “Old Demijon was discharged from the Paratroopers; with a 6 foot 2 inch frame, weighing;”  “194 pounds with a “27” inch waistline.”  “Also present was a ‘Tailored Uniform,’ covering muscles that rippled, whenever a member of the opposite sex was in a half-miles distance.

Footnote:  “I DONE IT!”  “AND YOU CAN TOO;”  “The chow that you are eating, (now); may taste better;”  But the food has very little to do with this:” “The “EXERCISE!” is key that opens the, “BELLY-FAT SAFE:”  and creates a “NEW – YOU!”





“Time For A Change!”

Has the Charmin been squeezed?    “D.J, wants to know?”

Important issues concern me;  perhaps more than the average person.  Things like what are we to do with all of the old stuff when a product is “New And Improved?”  Is it safe to continue using until our supply is depleted; or should we discard our hoard and rush to purchase the improved variety?

I suffer needlessly when a doctor prescribes a pain medication that his colleagues have, “Not preferred two to one”.  Does my doctor not watch television? If he does, he surely is aware that he prescribed the wrong medication for me.

“It takes five bottles of the ‘bargain brand’ to equal one bottle of ‘Pine-Stink’.” Law enforcement officials should converge on the ‘bargain brand’  laboratories and force them to cease production of a product that will jeopardize the health and safety of us unsuspecting citizens who try to save a few cents.

Our home has been treated for termites and other pests by the firm of “Brand X.” Since they do not employ the services of “ROBO-MAN;” from the twenty-fourth century with all of his hi-tech weapons, will our house eventually succumb to the infestation of pests and; ‘fall down around our ears?

My needs are fairly simple. My 1970 Pinto, does not have a; “42-liter engine:, A Computer generated ride;   Electrically controlled mud flaps:, Remote door locks; or;  A CD-ROM Sound System.”

It does, however, respond when I turn the key and it has so far managed to satisfy my whims to go and come as I please. Anxiety wells within me; because it lacks these latest innovations. So, what am I to do? To dispose of it would be like losing a dear friend.

Since “Corn-Fed Chicken, Inc.” has beat “Pullets & Co.” in a taste test by a margin of 21 to 6, am I at risk simply because I have been eating Pullets & Co. product for years?   Perhaps “Brittle-Mayers” will formulate an antidote for those of us who unwittingly consumed the inferior product.

Exactly how much is “A Unit Of Coverage?” I am aware that it only costs ‘$6.00,’ but if and when, it becomes necessary for me to avail myself of it, will the Funeral Director inform my heirs that the cost will be “Three and one half units?”

The other day I discovered that a used automobile dealer owns the bank. “One hundred and ninety five dollars and ride today!” “We own the bank!” After all these years of depositing my tiny paycheck in their establishment;  shouldn’t I at least qualify for a 1949 Nash Rambler?

Lawmakers are desperately trying to put an end to welfare. Are they concerned in the least about Modern World Flooring?   Apparently they are on the brink of entry onto the welfare rolls due to the fact that they have continuously sold their product for under cost, and then offer free installation with all the trimmings. “They can’t last much longer.”

“If you bought from anyone else, YOU PAID TOO MUCH!” This bothers me most of all. I unknowingly have bought from ‘Someone Else’ for years. Is it possible that if I had changed my pattern of purchasing, I would be a Rich Man, today?

One day soon I will attempt to count the ‘8,968 items that are priced below the competitors’  This has caused me many sleepless nights. Suppose that immediately after the ad is placed in the newspaper, the competitor lowers the price on 1,625 items. Would this be considered false advertising?

In my waning years, I should not be subject to such stress. I should be allowed to enjoy my “Golden Years;” free from the pressures of being required to worry about things such as: “Do “Scrubbing bubbles really scrub?” 

“Does the hair coloring only take five minutes?”

“Can I really lose 50 pounds by gliding on a machine?”

“Do the Psychic Friends know so much about me?”

  “Is the Hair Club president indeed a client?”

“Do the Lawyers that lose, get any payments from ‘Anybody?”

There are many other distressing things that disturb me. I hope that I am not the only one who suffers from this affliction. If there are more of you out there; perhaps we could arrange a convention for ‘WORRIERS.’  “You know, get together and compare notes and who knows, maybe we could form a support group.”   “Sound okay to You?”  

In the meantime, I will continue with my downtrodden approach to life in general, and I will worry.     Dj.

“Feel sorry for me yet???   “My number is BR S-M-1- S.”


Fact:  “A clean house is a sign of a misspent life.”         Dj.


No one is sure exactly, why this happens; but happen it does. Once one reaches the age of fifty years or so, the brain begins to shut down. Gone are the days when you can recite from memory the first, middle and last names of all your acquaintances. You are lucky to remember your own.

I vaguely recall the time when it was not necessary to jot down everything that anyone said in order to remind myself that I did, in fact, hear it. Not only is this embarrassing, it can sometimes be downright humiliating.

For instance, when you are introduced to a person and five minutes later you are unable to remember their name. What usually happens is that you mutter some unintelligible words to disguise the fact that you don’t know who in the hell they are. And then, you wonder why they look at you so strangely.

To make matters worse, people who suffer from “CRS” will refuse to admit that it is they who are devoid of all sense of recollection. “If they would only speak up, then I would have no problem,” they are quick to say.

When this illness is combined with an acute loss of hearing, the result is, at best, catastrophic. Anyone who is unable to hear well and to remember even less is perhaps one of the most likely candidates for the dumb-ass” of the year award, certainly, they are not a contender for a listing in the “best personality” file.

I am not aware of any cure for this handicap. I suppose that the best we can hope for is for the younger set to carry pictures of themselves with their names printed on the back and dispense them to all sufferers of this dreaded disorder.

Then; all that would be necessary to remember the names would be to match the picture with the name. The only problem that I can see with this would be that we could not remember in which pocket we had placed the pictures.

Example: I received this message from a friend.

Bob was having dinner with a couple who had been married over 60 years. While the wife was preparing dinner, the husband kept asking her; ~~ “Sweetheart, Can I peel the potato’s for you?” ~~”Darling, can I set the table?” ~~ “Snookums, should I put the steaks on the grill?”

Bob finally said to the husband,  “That is amazing.”  “You two have been married for all this time, and you still use those ‘love-words.”

The husband replied; To tell the truth; I forgot her name over two years ago and I am afraid to ask her what it is.”

I have a request for all of you youngsters. Please extend a little sympathy for those of us who are afflicted. After all; “Your time is coming!”


Old is when; ~~ Invited to go upstairs and make love, your reply is, “Pick one: I can’t do both!”

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The matter of health care is of much concern to most of us. We have reached the point that we cannot afford to become ill. While in our younger days, the doctoring of most illnesses was accomplished by large spoonfuls of Castor Oil. This mode is outdated and according to some, downright dangerous.

Today:  We must seek out a specialist for any and all misfortunes that befall us; and to make matters worse, they are not one and the same person.  We must visit an ‘Internist’ for a simple cold who, in turn, refers us to an ‘X-ray Technician;’ to be followed by a visit to a ‘Chest Specialist;’ that recommends a ‘Throat Specialist;’ who prescribes a few; (get this, now.); “Cough Drops:”  Followed by a “RETURN VISIT.”

To sum it all up, we have spent; ‘most of the week,’ and; ‘$565.88’ for a cure that would have cost a maximum of ‘$2.45;’ had we purchased the “Cough Drops” at “William’s Drug  Store to begin with.”  Also the ‘Return Visit’ would not have been necessary.

Granted, all illnesses are not this simple and most of the above is ‘greatly exaggerated, but somewhere along the way; things have gotten completely out of kilter.

We are all appreciative of the Medical Profession, and in most cases we believe that they do a fabulous job. I don’t think anyone would argue with the fact that a universal health insurance program should be available to everyone, for an affordable cost; but just what will be the end result of such protection?

Will the ‘reasonable and customary fees’ that are provided for under the insurance plan, simply cover the down payment to the ‘Specialist;’ and we will be responsible for an amount; ‘equal to their fees,’ that would have been charged if we were without the coverage?

And what of other features that are sure to be included in a national health care plan? Would we become just another ‘Claim Number’?  Would the extensive record keeping process involve areas of our lives that heretofore we have considered private?

Suppose; for instance, we are covered by a proposed plan and we receive a cut that requires sutures. When we enter the Doctor’s office and supply; ‘all of our numbers,’ to the receptionist; they; ‘Google a Computer Search,’ and discover that we have not ‘read; understood; and followed’; all the safety precautions that were provided with our new power saw.

What then? Would we be refused treatment or else be required to pay cash up-front before treatment?  Suppose that we had received a Traffic Citation a mere six months before this accident happened. “Would this affect the approval of our claim”?

Although this rambling is a little far-fetched, it could possibly become a reality if a government agency is placed in charge of every aspect of our existence. It could be that our entire lives would cease to be our own; and we would be required to seek approval from this agency before making any decision.

Laws could easily be passed that would make it illegal to seek medical help until a Senate sub-committee could meet and approve the treatment. Could this be a possible way of controlling population growth?

If governments are given too much power, then it’s just a matter of time before we become yet another Statistic in the volumes of records that comprise the ‘Central Control’ of every living individual.

If such a proposed plan ever becomes law, then the identification card that we will all be issued could be our most valued possession. Just imagine walking on a dark street some evening and a sinister figure jumps out from behind a bush:  Points a gun at you and demands; “Give me your health care card!”

Are we ready for this?


“You’re old when; ~~ Most Everything hurts: And if it doesn’t hurt: “It wont work.”

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