The Medical Industrial Complex Is Broken, and We’re All Just Supposed to Accept It
The medical industrial complex has gotten completely out of fucking control, and what blows my mind is where the hell are the protests for this? When you’re in pain, when you know something is wrong with your body, the system doesn’t move toward care, it moves you through a maze. Wrong doctors. Endless referrals. Bureaucratic gatekeeping. All while you’re paying for insurance that promises access but delivers obstruction. This isn’t medicine anymore. It’s compliance theater.
Background Noise Is a Lie
I turned on the news because I wanted background noise. What I got instead was a full-volume assault on my nervous system: manufactured urgency, flashing lights, and the same tired voices insisting that everything was on fire. Ten minutes in, even muted, it was unbearable. Silence felt like rebellion again.
Feeding The Muscle
I ditched the wheelchair because I was done waiting.
The boot stayed longer than it should have, and it stole more muscle than I realized. Turns out the pain wasn’t injury, it was absence. Muscle that hadn’t been fed because the system decided stillness was safer than strength. I decided otherwise.
Nothing’s Wrong, Says the System
They told me nothing was wrong.
They told me my body would absorb it.
They told me to wait.
Meanwhile, fluid sloshed around my knee like a reminder that I exist outside their flowcharts. I didn’t come to the ER because I wanted to—I came because bureaucracy left me no other option. This is what happens when medicine stops listening to bodies and starts worshiping process.
Thirteen Weeks Without A Calm Soul
Riding is how I regulate my soul. It’s how my mind and body agree to occupy the same space. And that was taken from me — not by fate, not by chance, but by someone else’s negligence. Thirteen weeks without riding isn’t just time off a bike. It’s thirteen weeks without calm, without grounding, without being fully myself. And the system that’s supposed to care? It shrugged and wrote “citations pending.”
Four Weeks in the System, and One Woman Who Finally Showed Up
After four weeks trapped in a maze of cancelled surgeries, mixed messages, and hospital bureaucracy, I finally met a surgeon who didn’t waste time, didn’t sugarcoat anything, and actually fixed the damn problem. This is the story of surviving the system long enough to find the person who gave me hope again.
The Shoulder, the System, and the Bullshit We Call “Healthcare”
Something is still incredibly wrong with my shoulders — but getting a doctor to care feels harder than surviving the accident itself. This is the reality of navigating a medical system built on ego, blind compliance, and checklist culture when all you want is to actually heal.
The Cost of Feeling Safe
We traded our liberty for a sense of comfort, and called it progress. The founders would call it surrender. From DUI checkpoints to border stops miles inland, the “land of the free” has become a nation policed by its own fears.
Hey Toddlers: Do Your Fucking Job
Twenty-two days into a government shutdown, Congress is still throwing tantrums instead of governing. If any of us handled our jobs this way, we’d be fired. But in D.C., failure pays — and the rest of the country foots the bill.
Hollywood Lies: Volume II
Hollywood calls it “entertainment.” I call it propaganda. From self-surgery as a badge of honor to cars that explode at the slightest nudge, from gymnastic gunfights to hackers who break into the Pentagon in 14 seconds — the myths keep coming. And people believe them. These aren’t harmless movie tropes; they shape how we think, vote, and talk about the world. Here are five more ways Hollywood is full of shit — and why it matters more than you think.
Mickey Mouse and the Message Machine: How Hollywood Is Reshaping America
Hollywood isn’t just telling stories — it’s shaping how we think. From glorifying booze and workplace sex to rewriting gun laws and sanitizing police power, Tinseltown has become a propaganda machine that trades truth for entertainment. And we’ve swallowed it whole. Here’s my unapologetic takedown of ten of Hollywood’s biggest lies — and the dangerous myths we keep believing.
We’re Just Trying To Pee
America has a problem. A big problem. A huge — pronounced YOU-dge — problem. Politicians spin it, pundits sensationalize it, and suddenly transgender people needing to pee is treated like the nation’s biggest crisis. I’m not an activist. I’m not out here waving signs on the street. I’m just trying to live my life. But when the laws, the headlines, and the mobs all turn something as basic as a bathroom into a battleground, it’s time to pick up the pen — because we’re simply trying to pee.
Liberty On Trial
A Nogales man was sentenced to 32 months in prison for pointing a gun at a Border Patrol agent — on his own land. Court records show the agent drew first, aiming at the man’s pit bull. The homeowner reacted exactly how the Founders envisioned when they wrote the Second Amendment. For that, he’s headed to prison. Liberty itself is on trial.
Stop Feeding The Animals
Panhandlers aren’t victims of circumstance — they’re beneficiaries of a system we created. You can’t get mad about wild animals in your yard when you’re the one feeding them.
Libertarian… When It Fits My Narrative
The Libertarian Party should stand for liberty — but too often it’s a costume, worn by people who only care about being different. When even “libertarians” argue for limits on freedom, what’s left of the promise America was built on?
The Alarm People
They scream when you sleep, they scream when you eat, they scream in public restrooms. Medical alarms don’t care about your sanity — they care about being heard. And like a bad relationship, they demand attention at the worst possible times.
We Used to Hang Horse Thieves. Now We Bill Them by the Hour.
Once upon a time, justice was swift. A horse thief caught with the horse? A gunman seen by the whole bar? The verdict wasn’t a two-season Netflix drama — it was a rope and a tree by sundown. Today, justice isn’t about truth; it’s about lawyers billing hours, juries awarding millions for potholes, and semantics drowning common sense.
Hurricanes, HOAs, and the Luxury of Whining
HOAs, hurricanes, and the endless whining of a society too comfortable to remember what real problems look like. Maybe we need a storm to shake us out of our petty bullshit.
Fuck You, AARP
AARP wants me to believe that turning 50 makes me feeble, clueless, and ripe for scammers. Funny, because I was coding HTML and downloading porn on dial-up while their interns were still eating glue.
The Rise of the Keyboard Cowboy
Everyone’s a developer now—at least until their DIY automation collapses in a flaming heap. This post takes aim at the rise of the keyboard cowboy: the office renegade who skips IT and rides straight to leadership with half-baked ideas, leaving us to clean up the mess.