“To do injustice is the greatest of all evils.”--Plato
Paul Craig Rodgers wrote an article on the disgusting creatures of health. Paul does a nice rant. Justified too. He mentions Dr. Nass’s meeting with the medical board on the 11th, she has been suspended since January 2022. I have yet to find if she is still suspended or stripped of her license. Dr. Nass’s last post on this she said, “it went very well.” Maybe a suspension was the best she could come away with, better than losing your license so it, “went very well.”
I had a premonition about this medical board meeting—THEY ALREADY MADE UP THEIR MIND—GUILTY--PUNISH. The boards position--Don’t confuse me with facts, data, evidence, graphs & charts, or defense witnesses, I’ve already made up my mind. In my premonition I didn’t really have a verdict for being guilty of helping people with their medical issues. Saving them from dying. Saving them from suffering. Any punishment awarded for those crimes kind of blew my mind.
How long can a person remain in SUSPENSION? If the 11th is the start of the new suspension when is the end date? It can’t be indefinite. That would be the same as terminating your medical license, taking it, ripping it up, and throwing it in your face. I think you still get to be called doctor because you have your college degree hanging in your office—home office now.
I’ve been in the exact position as Dr. Nass minus a medical license hanging on the wall. I had to defend myself for doing absolutely nothing wrong. My union sent me a pre-made speech to read before the judgement firing committee. A fifteen-hundred-word gravel, beg, and plea for my job. Lie and tell them I followed every single Covid 19 policy including wearing two masks on Tuesdays. Break down and cry if possible. DELETE. I wrote my own knowing that these vipers have already made up their mind. While I read it to the firing squad I visualized all of them in a rat infested prison cell. I was terminated for doing absolutely nothing wrong. They even admit it, “termination isn’t for any disciplinary reason.” Writing that sentence on our termination papers allowed us all to receive unemployment benefits. The state then gets to pay us $899.00 a week for 26 weeks for doing absolutely nothing wrong. I’m not making anything up, that’s what they do.
When Dr. Nass files her unemployment she will no doubt be declined as I was. She will be deemed a threat to the public as well as the entire human population just as I was. She will appeal at the advice of her attorneys and be placed in the appeals process que. This place is deadly. You can die from old age before anyone looks at your appeal. This process has killed more than Covid 19. Write them all you want. I did. Each week I put the attention to whomever I thought might be able to help. Trying to direct to a person instead of a dumpster.
Attention Appeals Manager
Att. Appeals Supervisor
Att. Appeals Secretary
Att. Attorney General Bob Ferguson
Att. Appeals Custodian
Att. Jesus of Nazerath
They won’t respond. Inside the envelope I lay out an easy slam dunk case to resolve—mine. Some of my co-workers who were fired for the exact same thing were receiving benefits. King County wrote that I wasn’t terminated for any disciplinary reason. I send them all of that documentation. It just takes one person to open it, read it, and admit they fucked me over and then take two seconds and reverse it. Long story short is you will die in appeals hell unless you get a state representative, or their assistant involved. Once they place the call on your behalf you will spring out of appeals hell que and receive top priority. It will immediately get resolved. Maybe being the editor of the VRR helped, might have hindered, but I did get the aid of one of them, so I say helped. Not all of them want us dead, but they’re all in the bathtub together.
In my comment I find a way to get beans in.
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I offered one more to also be ignored. This has more descriptive detail. I’m aware she probably already left for the meeting and probably missed it, but maybe she reads her comments while on the drive. I try and get her to use strong war words like, “You fucks, Fuckers, Nasty fucking pigs.” Don’t be polite. Don’t be professional. You are in a war. Use war language. Gnash your teeth a lot too.
(Author side story right in the middle of the article-scroll down to stay on Dr Nass if you aren’t in the mood for a side story, but this does tie in nicely)
I’ve known my mother-in-law for over 40 years, and I’ve never heard her say the word fuck. I asked her one day why she doesn’t say the word fuck? She seemed shocked by the question and made faces, became shy, and turned away. She said she’d never say that word. It’s vulgar. I then asked her if she could think the word. She said she could. I asked her if she could create the word FUCK in big red letters in her mind. She said she could. I then said, then you’ve already said it. We debated rather thinking the word or reading it was equal to verbally saying it out loud. She claims that it isn’t vulgar to read it only if you say it. She had to take this position because she knew I was going to point to her bookcase where she has 1500 romance novels—including Shades of Grey. Fast forward to her death bed—leukemia. In the last month of her life we moved her bed into her living room so she could watch TV on her 52” Sony. The family took turns caring for her 24/7 as it was her wish to die at home. A nurse assisted us in her last few weeks. A few days before her death it was my turn. That day I had the 4PM-8PM shift. She was asleep in her bed with her TV on. I sat down on her couch that faces her. I begin to read a book. I see her shift and open her eyes.
“Are you going to say it,” I ask.
“Bugger off Mike,--she whispers out.
Her mind was as sharp as a tack all the way to the end and she knew exactly what I was referring to.
“I just don’t want you to miss the experience and maybe have to come all the way back around just to say that one word,” I explain.
We get into our say the fuck word debate going again and even though I think I’ve made a valid argument in an attempt to get her to say the word fuck she still won’t say it. She asked for a shandy. I was her official bartender during her illness. She claimed I was the best shandy maker. It was really her recipe, 50% strong beer, nothing wimpy, 50% 7-UP. Right at the end I adjusted this to 80% strong beer, 20% 7-UP. I had to use a sponge and just tap it to her lips.
April 16, 2016 It’s time. She’s going to pass. I left to attend my dog and was racing to get back before she passed away. The family members there had decided that each person should have five minutes of private time with her even though she was unconscious. My wife and daughter going together would be last. I bust through the door, and I’m told she’s going right now. I go to her bed. My wife and daughter are the only two family members there. My wife has her pulled up in her arms sobbing. Her unconscious face facing me. She opens her eyes. She’s looking directly in my eyes. She takes her last breath while staring at me. Haunting. She never said it. My two mothers are the only two people I’ve seen pass over.
(THE END of Author side story right in the middle of the fucking article)
Now back to the topic where I attempt to get Dr. Nass to say a special word, “safe,” at her medical board hearing. Maybe she credits the VRR. Maybe she mentions the editor has been on a crazy ass twenty month journey in search of a medical, or government definition for the word, “safe.” And then she gets to watch their brains fry as they try and think of a way around the word, “safe.”
I mentioned that this might be medical board theater and if so the medical board has already read the script, and if they haven’t they don’t give a fuck. The entire board meeting was filmed. Everything is filmed or recorded now. You have to come into these Nazi meetings with your own script. I wrote the alt script above where I have Dr. Nass dropping F bombs, demanding a definition for the word safe, and dropping more F bombs. Cut to—camera pans in on the medical board while their brains fry. Sweat beads. Bobbleheading. Cut to—Dr. Nass angrily holding up a piece of paper towards the medical board—her license. She then begins ripping the shit out of it and chucks it at them. Maybe cut to Dr. Malone going nuts and charging the board members. Dr Nass has to hold him back. How would that look on Fox news? CNN might even air it, spin it to show the un-vaccinated are losing their mind. Final Cut to--Dr. Nass in the lobby and a reporter asks her how it went and she calmly replies, “it went very well.”
Dr. Nass update: There are two war words associated with her post, “clusterfuck,” and “shit.”
“Board members begin to realize in the proceeding that Dr. Nass is fixing to sue the living shit out of them.” Did she say the word fuck? Did she think it? Did she ask the medical board for their definition of the word safe? Writing on behalf of the entire staff at VRR we cheer her on in her fight—her fight to be allowed to continue doing absolutely nothing wrong, and we know she drinks five times a year, so cheers to her for that too.