Sometimes, I really love this country...

Where else in the world can you go into a restraunt and get 1/4lb, 1/2lb or 1lb POST-COOKED WEIGHT HAMBURGERS???

I mean, really. Where else? IS there another country where you can do this? AND have a ELK meat option too?

Now granted, I only got the 1/2 pounder and settled for normal beef. But it was so GOOOOOOOOOOD!!! I don't know if they put crack cocaine in the meat or what, but it works. If those dorks in India accidently ate a bite, they'd slaughter all of those stupid cows faster than... a really... fast thing. Whew! Good thing I'm so witty today... (Do I hear crickets?) Ahem...

Anyway, it's all at Bub's in Carmel, IN. 207 West Main Street. Indoor and outdoor dining. KILLER burgers. And a ton of cutie waitresses that kept bending over to fix the table next to mine. Heck, the girls were hotter there than the last time I visited Hooters in Castleton.

Alton Brown should stop there on the next episode of "Feasting On Asphault" on Food Network.

How far away for the USA?

How's THIS for BS?

I'd say five years and we'll have this implemented here, too.

"RETROSEXUAL"????

Into what damn Bizarro world have I entered? RETROSEXUAL?? You mean, what. A MAN???

My brain wants to melt in sheer terror in view of the massive stupidity our culture uses to destroy our brains. It has to all be a Communist plot. It has to be.

SEE? Look how retarded that first sentence was in the last paragraph! Proof that IT'S ALL WORKING!!! Or I could just be taking cues from Nate...

I think if I ever heard a guy refer to himself as a Retrosexual, I'd kick him in the balls so hard he'd never have to worry about being a man again just for being so stupid. And it wouldn't matter how big he was because he has to be a complete pussy just for calling himself that in the first place.

I need whiskey. Lots. And I'm out. Vodka is just not even close to a decent substitute.

We can only dream...

Of finding a woman that would actually follow the advice in this column:

http://www.john-ross.net/men.htm

"HONKY"?????

I was listening to the song "Play That Funky Music, White Boy" at work. At the very end, barely audible, the singer says "Play that funky music... honky".

Now at first I was sort of pissed off, thinking "How is it okay for a black guy to say honky like that?" But then someone pointed out that the song was sung BY a white guy. And now somehow, I'm looking at it differently. Like maybe the singer's talking about racism he received playing funk and trying to make a statement about black racism and stereotypes.

Can you tell me why I'm wrong? On a certain level I think it shouldn't matter what color the speaker is when an epithet is uttered. That wrong is wrong and all that.

And yet, somehow it does make a big difference. So how can I still condemn blacks for saying "nigger" twenty times in one stupid and awful (c)rap song? I'm not so sure I can.

Thoughts?

Get Lost! (It's great!)

No, I'm not talking about some gay TV show. I'm talking about getting lost. I did it a few times in my Mustang, but it's just way more fun on the motorcycle.

You find a strange road and go down it. Keep going. That's it. That's all there is to it.

So I did that today. I went up to Geist Reservoir and took the new road (West 1000 North Road) going east from the NE part of the loop around it. It's so strange. That place used to be all woods and farmland. Now you can tell they're getting ready to drop in more $200K cookie-cutter homes. Though with the housing boom dying down, maybe not.

So anyway, took that road out to Fortville, where Liz Dewhearst lives. I couldn't remember what street she lived on, so I just putted on through up to IN67. I took that up into the town of Ingalls and turned north.

I must say at this point: I LOVE MAPQUEST! Using it, I found the turn I took and that leads me to the next part.

Going north on 650W, I came upon this:



(Guess I should have shrouded the camera with my hand for that second shot too, eh? Back ON subject...)

I thought "Wow, this is nice." Then I noticed the barbed wire. Right there was this weird thing:
I have no idea what that is. I was thinking maybe the railroad used to run by here. I don't know. Maybe it can be explained by this:

It's a sign. You can't read it. So why did I put it up? I have no idea. I DID, however, record myself saying what it reads into the voice recorder of my cell phone. It reads:

Pendleton Correctional Facility Employee Recreational Area est 1905.

Now, this immediately pissed me off. (Of course.) Some corrupt douches running the prison in Pendleton convince the town (likely at gunpoint) to take this nice pond and keep everyone out unless they're given permission to recreate there? And it's been blocked off to the public for over 100 years. Why do we citizens allow this sort of rot?

So I fumed over that for a few minutes while riding down Fall Creek Drive (yes, it's the same Fall Creek) and on into Pendleton. Pendleton's a small town. It has a nice small "downtown" and not really too much to speak of.

But it does have a pretty nice park. I pulled in and took a few pics.

Folks feeding ducks:

The kid in the far right with the hat on stared at me for a long time. I think he was scared even though all I was doing was taking pictures with my cell phone. I always wave at little kids if I notice them looking. They (usually) seem to like it. Hey, at least the little brat didn't start crying over me.

I woke this duck up leaving on the cycle:
This waterfall seems to have a walkway built onto it. Something Indianapolis would have removed years ago because "it's an attractive hazard"... or something like that.
So I left Pendleton and continued up SR9. It crossed over I69 (I still have to steal a highway sign for myself), but I didn't feel like riding the interstate so I kept on up SR9. Crossing over the highway, I stopped for some liquid refreshment at a gas station and chatted with the cute check-out girl about Cedar Point.

Then I checked my map and kept on up SR9 into Anderson. From there I turned west towards Noblesville on SR32. Outside of Anderson I got stuck behind a Mitsubishi Eclipse doing just under the speed limit. I quickly got sick of it and was going to pass but it pulled into a gas station.

I kept on going but pulled over for a quick drink. I lingered, checking my map and such. Then headed back out. Falling right into line with... care to guess? Yep. The same Eclipse. Still doing under the speed limit. Again, it pulled off just as I was going to pass. Too strange.

So ended up in "Nobletucky" on SR37. I pulled onto 37 headed south to come home and stumbled over a strip mall area with a Best Buy. I went in to look for a CD but they didn't have it. They did have a Linen N Things and a Barnes & Noble bookstore. That area is getting as built up as Castleton. Can't call it Nobletucky much longer, I reckon.

I zipped down SR37 and over to the Glendale Mall Library to get a book I had on hold and headed on home for a quick nap. (You know us old folks...)

Oh yeah, somewhere in between Anderson and Noblesville, I stopped and took this last pic:

Just a nice day and a nice ride. Too bad rain makes them fewer and farther between.

And for the record, I have no idea if that show "Lost" is REALLY gay. I just said that to annoy my brother and Shane M. White, Esquire.

Femherroid

I read that word today over on Vox's blog and I don't want to forget it.

It's so much better than FemiNazi, don't you think? I mean, the Nazis had balls and did stuff. Not nice stuff, but they DID stuff. Feminists only dream about having the balls to accomplish anything other than bitching until stupid men in Congress give in to their stupidity. They only have power when men back them up with guns. Because they're too pusillanimous (meaning PUSSIES!!!!) to do any heavy lifting (literal OR figurative) themselves. Which means, of course, they DO support the evil, male patriarchy. Just only when it's being stupid and supporting douchebag feminist bullshit. But they'll gladly overlook this logical inconsistency if it's to their benefit.

They're only good at being a general pains in the collective asses of MANkind. Therefore the new moniker is just too perfect.

AND it just rolls off the tongue. Femherroid! Say it with me! Femherroid! Come on, you know you want to...

Can't we just start the shooting war soon and get rid of all the douche liberals in the crossfire?

One more reason the WNBA needs to die...

Loser Dykes

After watching this, I really can't say too much more. It is VERY funny, though. Remember, these are PRO athletes. (Man, I couldn't even finish typing that sentence without snickering...)

EDIT: By the way, that's from the WNBA All-Star game. ALL. STAR. GAME. As in, the BEST these dykes have to offer! I noticed the words "All Star Game" on the video the first time I watched it, but it didn't register. Oh my goodness. What a pathetic effort.

Let's say it slow for the droolies: The best "athletes" the WNBA has to offer CANNOT MAKE UNCONTESTED DUNKS. What more need be said?

Comments from the RETARDED peanut gallery...

In the post under this one, I get an anonymous poster that leaves a link to this:

http://mortgage.mucho2.be/consumer_mortgage_services.html

Okay, just WHAT idiot is going to apply to a mortgage company that leaves spam like this? How weak a lender are you when your marketing strategy includes this sort of pathetic spam?

EDIT: Adding to the indignity, the anus-holes spammed almost every post with their comments! WTF? I cannot believe they can get a single person to use their company via this method.

Better than John Stewart (Not that it's THAT difficult...)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mD9fqWh6hEc

I love this video. I was laughing like an idiot watching it.

Tom-aaaaa-toooooeesss!!! (commence with screaming!)

So here are my tomato plants. There are five in all, each with their own "rack".

One's nearly dead all the way to the right. I closed the car door on it and it hung out all the way home from the plant store. I planted both halves and neither seems to be doing well. But the top part without the roots is growing better! Go figure.

The one all the way on the left is a really small Cherry Tomato plant and doesn't seem to be getting any sun. So I don't expect anything from it, either. I may transplant it to the right and see if that will save it, but I already moved it once so I'm hesitant.

The other three are two Grape Tomato plants and one Roma. The Grape Tomatoes are going nuts! Spreading out and invading on the others' turf. But that's okay with me. I just hope I can get a few Romas out of the deal. I just love the Cherry and Grape tomatoes. For breakfast, I take a handful and slice them up and saute them with a little basil, fresh-ground black pepper and some olive oil. Then I take them out, and use them as filling for an omelette. Good stuff. I just need to figure out a nice, exotic spicy sausage to put in there too.

My pepper plants are to the right of the 'maters. They're going great too! If I recollect right, I have three Hungarian Wax pepper plants (semi-hot), one Cayanne (really hot), one yellow bell pepper, two reds and the rest green bell peppers. I pulled two plants out of the dozen or more I planted. And I have tons of flowers budding and a decent number of fruits growing.

Further down, I have pots with 3 types of basil, thyme, peppermint, rosemary and chives going. I love taking fresh stuff out of the dirt and cooking with them. I can't wait to make my Rosemary Garlic chicken again.

Dangit, it's bed time and I'm getting hungry. That's what I get for cutting back on my portions, I guess.

EDIT: HEY! I have weeds again! How the heck does that happen so fast? Quick Charlie Brown impression: "UUUUuuuugggghhhh!!!!"

EDIT OF THE EDIT: It was just one weed, that weird looking thing you can see in the picture. And it was more in the gravel than in the garden, so it doesn't count. I still pulled it, though. Dang thing must have been sucking up SOME of the water I meant for the 'maters.

Gimme some money...

http://www.incharacter.org/article.php?article=70

So, in a nutshell, this article says women are more generous than men. First off: Who wouldn't have guessed that? Second: Who cares?

Generosity is not exactly a virtue. It is the same attitude that creates crippling dependency. The night before a concert, I was walking about in a crummy part of Chicago. We found a gas station and I bought two bottles of water. Walking back to our car, we happened across a young woman in an alley. She asked for some water. I looked at her, looked at my water and said "No." Then I walked away. My friends laughed about it. But I felt as though I should have felt bad for doing that.

But looking back, I think I did the right thing.

Why should I be fostering dependency? Maybe feeling that thirst and hunger will make her realize her life is at stake. Survival is an amazing incentive. I read that China got rid of their opium "addicts" really quick by putting them to death. Turns out impending death gets folks to ditch the opium pipe!

Taking care of someone's immediate needs is "nice" and the giver gets to feel better about themselves. But does it improve the taker's life? Look at Africa. We've been giving and giving to the Dark Continent for about 50 years now.

Quoting the amazing Dr. Walter Willams of George Mason University:

"Nearly every sub-Saharan African nation is poorer now than when they became independent during the '60s and '70s. Since that time, food production has fallen by roughly 20 percent. Since 1975, per capita GDP has fallen at a rate of half of 1 percent annually. Nigerian President Olusegun Obasanjo estimated, "Corrupt African leaders have stolen at least $140 billion from their people in the [four] decades since independence." The call for more aid by George Bush, Tony Blair and other G-8 leaders will produce nothing but more of the same."

(From HERE)

Have those billions really done one bit of good? Evidence suggests it hasn't. Adversity builds character. But the "givers" look at the striving and think it's a sign to give more and more. There has to be a better way. I know I'm simplistic, but I say it's called "Tough Love".

Screw Peter Benchley anyway...

For atmosphere while reading this, go here: http://darter.ocps.net/classroom/klenk/shkpress.htm I found this on my searches (make sure to use Internet Explorer, your sound and spreakers are on and MIDI enabled on your browser, otherwise, don't waste my time emailing or commenting how "It didn't work").

Anyway....

I hate sharks. I REALLY, REALLY hate sharks. I hate sharks so much I cannot even state how much I hate them. Not as much as Jorge Bush and the Clintons, but I really do hate them.

I hate them so much because I am so scared of them. As in, right now. In Indianapolis, in a cubicle listening to Joe Satriani's "Time Machine" album. I think of swimming while on vacation two years ago. And swimming as a kid at Old Silver Beach in Falmouth, Mo Beach in Mo Beach and Mayo Beach in Wellfleet. Then I think of 1191-lb-non-winning-entries-into-fishing-contest Tiger Sharks and 30' Carcharodon carcharias getting "trapped" inside Boston Harbor. (Yeah, right. The SHARK was trapped! I think it was just hoping someone would be dumb enough to try and give it directions out of the harbor. "Okay Jawsee, you go left at the Pissa Baanaacle Rock and then AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA, SHIT!! WHAT THE HELL---........(GLUB, GLUB, GLUB...)"

Now as a rational person, I know the chances are better for my hitting the lottery than getting killed by a shark. And that Tiger Sharks mostly swim in deep water for their favorite meals. And as this site (http://www.ucmp.berkeley.edu/vertebrates/Doug/shark.htm) points out: "more people are killed in the U.S. each year by dogs than have been killed by white sharks in the last 100 years."

These facts do NOT assuage my fears. It just makes me think we all need to be much more wary of dogs. (I mean, do my dad's or brother's dogs lick me to tell if TODAY's the day I taste good enough to eat?)

So I will continue to hate sharks. Not that that it matters to those cold-blooded bastards. They'll just sit there in Cape Cod Bay, waiting for my dumb ass to lower its guard and swim in the ocean while wondering "How much are gas-powered spearguns? Or stainless steel chain mail suits?".

Then I realize I don't have the money for such things. And I can only hope the feces I shoot out upon seeing the shark will work as well as the Bat-Shark-Repellant that every super-hero happens to carry in their helicopter. Or hope that some dolphin will heroically throw itself in front of the shark in the nick of time.

And finally, yes, these are the things that occupy my thoughts while I'm supposed to be working.

It seems the longer I work for the Federal Government, no one can even tell if I'm working or not.

Whom does Jorge Bush serve?

OBSCENITY ALERT!!!!

"We cannot kick people out who have been here for awhile." That's a direct quote from Jorge "George" Bush. Our douchebag motherfucking president referring to fucking wetbacks. That's "illegal aliens" to you idiots not paying attention.

I wouldn't have thought it possible anymore, but I am stunned. I never would have thought the Emperor would blatantly show his nudity.

Here is our Chief Executive abdicating his role in enforcing the laws of his country. This makes him a traitor. This makes HIM a fucking criminal. This makes him liable to us via impeachment.

I'm calling my congressman tomorrow morning and asking why he's not bringing action for impeachment to the floor of the House of Representatives.

I hope you do the same. Fuck him. Fuck me for voting for his bitch ass in 2000. I am ashamed at myself for ever supporting this cunt.

Al Gore and John Kerry would have been better presidents. Because with an opposition Congress, at least we would have had gridlock in DC instead of the pussy Republicans spending us into oblivion and taking away our few remaining rights via the "Patriot Act".

Superman Returns... or does he?

I went to see Superman Returns tonight with my mom. Leaving aside its merits as a movie, I want to blather on a bit about an aspect of the movie. Let me give a bit of consideration to those who have not seen it:

SPOILERS AHEAD

So Lois Lane is a single mom, living with a long-term live-in boyfriend: Richard White. Does this bug anyone else? I didn't like reading about this fact when details of the movie first leaked. And I like it even less having just left viewing the film.

For anyone else that HAS seen the film: Does Richard KNOW it's NOT his kid? I can't see that he does. The movie certainly never explicitly says either way. I was left with the impression he thinks Jason is his child.

Quick aside: Jason is the closest they could come to Jesus I guess. It would be nice if the writers and/or Brian Singer could decide if Kal-El is God or Jesus...)

Back on topic: If Richard doesn't know it's Clark's kid, Lois is a bitch and a liar. There's no way around it. Now this makes a moral mess in Superman's world. He's a deadbeat dad and Lois is a conniving bitch. AND the kid seems to maybe know the truth about his real dad too. Leaving Richard as even more the dupe.

This simply seems too morally messy to be a Superman film.

Or maybe I'm just too old fashioned?

EDIT: So I'm reading around some message boards about this movie and someone hypothesizes that Lois and Superman banged boots and then he erased her memory a la Superman II. I guess this eliminates everyone's guilt, unless Lois started screwing Richard soon enough after Clark leaving, in which case she's still a slut. If she didn't, then Richard would KNOW it wasn't his kid and put up with her not telling him who the dad was. But then... man, this is just stupid and screwed up.

Popped THAT cherry!

I just dropped my Ninja in the driveway.

Well I didn't really drop it. I parked it and as I walked away the stand must have slipped in the gravel. I THOUGHT I had put the stand on the cement.

It dropped right on my roses and I think I smelled burning peppermint from the tailpipe.

But it's good to know it's not hard to straight-out lift up the thing off the ground! And I suppose it's better I saw and heard it fall rather than me being in the house and it leaking $3 a gallon gasoline all over my garden.

As damage goes, it looks like almost nothing. All cosmetic scratches, none look to be past the clear coat of the fairing areas. The left tailpipe, centerstand, kickstand and footpeg have some scratching. But nothing looks worse than normal wear other than the front turn signal. It has some scratching on it.

So, really, all that swearing I did for nothing. Motherfucker!

Well while I'm typing, I suppose I may as well put up a riding report for today. So here it is:

I went to Bloomington (again) to look for some "Made in the USA" motorcycle boots. I started out later than I expected (around 3:30) and stopped for lunch at Wendy's in Martinsville. So of course I couldn't find the place in Bloomington until 4 minutes after they closed. Here's another one: Motherfucker!

I swear there wasn't a sign for Rogers street coming over SR46 from SR37. I am quite pissed off about this.

I looked in the College Mall and came up empty. So I headed home, coming up SR45 from Bloomington to Bean Blossom. A internet riding guide said this was a fun, twisty road. Man, they were dead on! I was pushing up to the edge of my abilities. But I still never crossed the centerline accidently. I did skid out a bit downshifting before I straightened up in one turn. But I recovered almost instantly and didn't panic or lose control of the bike.

But I'm still speeding WAY too much. I found myself doing 70 indicated. In the middle of Greenwood! I just... go! And then I'm speeding without trying at all. It's making me really nervous and I better get it under control quick before the tickets start piling up.

I'm over 1300 miles on the Ninja so far. This has gone by super-quick and I can't wait to pass 100,000!

They're not just liberal douches, they're morons too.

So Indiana has passed a law that lets us get a lifetime concealed weapon permit if we so desire. And the typical liberal douche bitches are whining.

HEY!! Retards! If the law isn't taking away permits from CCW permit holders now, they're not going to do it after the lifetime permit is passed. If they DO take the permits away, what's your damn problem?

CCW permit holders have repeatedly been shown to be MORE law-abiding than policemen! How much more on the "good guy" side do we have to be to get some damned respect from these people?

The answer is, of course, we'll never be good enough for them. Because they don't care if you're Jesus Christ himself come back for a yearlong visit but looking to protect the innocent and himself. You're still not good enough to carry a gun because to these fucking lib-tards: "Guns are bad".

That's all they ever need to know. And that's all YOU'LL ever need to know to figure out on which side they'll come down on any argument for the rest of human history.

You have to be a fucking moron to actually think "Guns are bad. Guns CREATE crime." and simultaneously think "Criminals are victims." But these cowardly liberal douches actually do.

Independence Day, 2006, 0109 am.

I'm not supposed to be writing this right now. I'm supposed to be in my Grandmother's home in Bedford. The Bedford in Taxxachusetts, that is. Alas! God, Satan, bad luck or just plain old kidney stones (depending on how hateful or fateful I'm feeling at any given moment) decided to strike my body down last Friday, just hours before I was set to depart on my Ninja motorcycle adventure.

So while my brothers likely are falling asleep after having watched the fireworks in downtown Boston, I remain here in Indianapolis, listening to the idiot neighbours still shooting off their no-longer-illegal fireworks until well after midnight. Here I sit, wishing I were there, getting into a bed in my dad's old room, now my Grandfather's den.

In case you don't know, Bedford's flag was the first battle flag for the Colonists in the battle at Concord Bridge. The very first battle flag for our fledgling country.

Quoting from this link:

http://www.anyflag.com/history/bedford.htm

“This flag was present at the battle of Concord in April 19, 1775. It was carried by Nathaniel Page, a Bedford Minuteman. The Latin inscription "Vince Aut Morire" means "Conquer or Die". The arm emerging from the clouds represents the arm of God. The original can be seen at the Bedford Town Library. “

“Conquer of Die”. “Don't Tread on Me.” (From the Gadsden and Navy Jack flags.) Great mottoes for a greater time. When men saw freedom being taken away and did something about it. I love walking around the Boston, Lexington and Concord parks. Last time I walked those parks two years ago, I was overwhelmed and almost cried more than once.

It wasn't just the history, being at the spots where our country started on the road to win its freedom. It was mourning. I mourned the loss of a burning fire of liberty.

I sat here for a good while today, in front of my computer. Reading articles on Bush “needing” to raid SWIFT bank transfer records to find terrorists and the UN trying once again to steal our firearms.

Endless encroachments upon our liberties and rights. I don't really care to figure out which is which. I just know at every turn, some bureaucrats is deciding to restrict my life. In every way you can imagine.

Like in my post about my kidney stone episode at work. Like Joe Foss having a Medal of Honor pin seized. http://archives.cnn.com/2002/US/02/27/war.hero.cnna/index.html Like my lobster claw wine bottle corkscrew stolen from my checked-in luggage.

We're not free in this country. In any sense of the word. The biggest saving grace is our guns. But they'll come for those soon too, because they're a threat. Probably right after President Hillary declares our country is merging with Mexico and Canada to form the North American Union, finishing the job Jorge Bush is working on right now.

That bastard Bush is a traitor to our country. But I can't get too mad at that. After all, we've been asking for that betrayal since the South lost their War of Independence.

And almost no one sees it. It is a farcical tragic comedy and almost no one hears the joke, let alone gets it.

And we dare to celebrate “Independence Day” without a trace of shame on our faces.

I get the joke. I just wish I didn't.

Dude, I ROCK!!!!

So there it is. On an index card for scale. Bastard sure caused a lot of trouble and pain. And I'm sure he's going to end up costing me a few hundred if not thousands of dollars.

I passed that sucker over the weekend, didn't even feel it go through my wang. I did get to have the fun of playing "strain the urine" all weekend so I can send it off to Pathology for analysis.

BTW, it was one rock. But I kept shaking the specimen jar to hear it rattle and it broke into two pieces. And it's more jagged than that picture would indicate.

I keep thinking of Fred Reed's comments about evolution and kidneys and "why do we have pain sensors there if we (in the primitive hunter/gatherer, non-CAT scan sense) can't do anything about it?". Good question.

For the want of sufficient hydration, the vacation was lost...

Part Of Why I'm Pissed Off...

Last Friday while at work, I started having an awful pain in my gut, off to the side. I went to my friend Debby and asked her to drive me to the hospital. I wanted to GO. Right then. But, no. Other people HAD to involve themselves in my business. My boss called the ERT. They're called the “Emergency Response Team”. They are actually folks with not enough work to do during the day and radios. They're supposed to coordinate with the EMT to get us out of the building quicker. Or something stupid like that. And I suppose, in some cases, they might be useful. Although they spend a lot of time walking around with their precious radios and talking instead of working and "contributing to the success of our mission".

They actually PREVENTED me from leaving and getting medical attention. My boss told them I had chest pains. Which was NOT true. I knew it was kidney stones. But I was gently “put” in a chair and not allowed to leave. Which actually delayed my medical attention for at least 15 minutes. So after the ERT team arrived, I had to wait for the nurse. Then she asked questions forever and then the EMT was called. So a good half hour after I initially wanted to leave, they showed up and took me to the hospital.

Now, I am sure I'm going to get a sizeable bill for an ambulance I never wanted. Yes, I asked for one because it was clear they were not going to let me walk out of there. But was that even a choice? If that's not coercion, I dont' know what is. But Blue Cross is going to send me a bill for hundreds of dollars for something for which I was forced to ask.

Is this letting someone make their own decision?

No, this is “procedure”. This is some idiot making up rules to decide MY medical choices for me. Because they KNOW BETTER. I know I'm stupid for thinking I should be allowed to do what I think is best for me. I don't live in a country that allows that. I live in a country where laws and procedures are made for the LCD (lowest common denominator). And that means everyone is treated as though they were a non-functional fucking retard.

I get treated as a droolie because someone says it must be so. And I had no idea that these rules applied to me until I was in a situation where I could not resist. I loathed going into work today. I only told one person there my feelings on the subject, and she likely thinks I'm a little nutty. But that's okay. I'm used to being the only person that feels the way I do.

But I seriously feel violated on this issue. And there's no one to blame, because it's “procedure”. “No one has a choice.”

Exactly.