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Jerry Weinstock, M.D., Psychiatry, avid fisherman and advocate for Mother Nature, replied to yesterday’s in favor of calling a spade a spade and other big fish tales and fond memories of the greatest fisherman and baby doctor who ever lived, Leo Bashinsky, M.D. post at goodmonringkeywest.com:

My recent fishing Buddy -Roland Reems was the general manager of Bud and Mary’s years ago—we have known each other and fished together for more than half a century-his wife taught with Donna -have a good day Sloan!! Jerry

I replied:

Hi, Jerry -

A good day for me seems to be up to my ass in alligators and great white sharks.

Just one example from today.

This morning, after telling me he had talked with a couple of people about it who are involved in AIDS Help, which now mostly is about providing housing for people who are unable to work, disabled, my gracious host Todd German suggested that I apply for Social Security disability, and then let AIDS Help find me an apartment in their program I can afford. He suggested I go see a local psychiatrist, last name Covan, a good man.

I said I am disabled by God, or angels thereof, and if I argue that to get Social Security disability, I might get locked up in a psychiatric institution. Mutual chuckles.

I said, that aside, I doubt Social Security would accept that argument for my being disabled. Todd agreed. So, for me to get Social Security disability, I would have to be determined to be mentally disabled, which would require my being determined by a psychiatrist to be mentally disabled. Todd said he knew that. I said I would think about it, see what the angels had to say, I could envision them playing with it a good bit.

As I thought about it riding the shuttle into Key West today, I found it amusing. I’m the sanest person I know by some margin. Made so by angels. So, for me to apply to Social Security for mental disability, or psychiatric disability, would be a lie on my part, even though I figure most any psychiatrist Social Security sent me to for evaluation would decide I either was schizophrenic, or I was intentionally lying, by saying angels speak to, advise and correct me ongoing and they have disabled me. So, the shrink would either say I was crazy and, therefore, disabled, and to put me on Social Security disability. Or, I was lying and was not disabled but just wanted people to think that, and my application for Social Security disability benefits would be declined and maybe I would be prosecuted by the US Attorney for lying in my under penalty of perjury application for Social Security disability benefits.

Also in play, Social Security would look at my age, 72, and that I have been receiving Social Security retirement benefits since age 62. So, it ain’t like they aren’t looking after me already, and the only reason, if they were privy to it, for my applying for mental disability, was so I could apply to AIDS Help for its cheap, or free, housing. I hate to think what the angels would think about that, and I hate even more to think what they might visit upon me for trying to get AIDS Help housing in that way.

I already applied for senior rental housing and was told that would take 2-5 years; and I entered the housing lottery recently, which I figured was rigged, like getting into senior housing is rigged. That was straightforward, no subterfuge on my part. Subterfuge creates bad kinks in the spirit, which, in turn, well, you kink a water hose, and how does that work out? You kink a bicycle chain, and how does that work out? You kink a bowel, and how does that work out? Same, if you kink the spirit. It don’t turn out well.

Meanwhile, I just now Googled Fred Covan, Psychiatrist, and learn he is a PhD, not an M.D., and he’s a clinical psychologist. Maybe psychologists have as much sway with Social Security as psychiatrists, and maybe not. Even so, it might be fun talking with him about it, if he didn’t charge me to do it. I would not be asking him to pay me for the fun we were having talking about him becoming a co-conspirator, and about what the angels were telling me about him, which he should be taking a new look at, or a look at for the very first time. Ain’t no telling what might come up in a situation like that, in which I am involved. Ain’t no telling.

Meanwhile, if I managed to get myself onto Social Security disability, because I am insane, or schizophrenic, or whatever, would that, do you suppose, help or hurt my candidacy for President of USA in 2016? It sure looks to me we have had a long line of certifiably insane presidents, but in my line of work, I’d probably say they wuz demonically possessed on top of, or underneath, being nuts.

🙂

Sloan

Jerry wrote:

interesting idea Sloan -but getting social security disability is a long process;
first Fred could not do it -has to be an M. D. Psychiatrist —he could refer or start a process
perhaps ——I foolishly agreed to do a SS Disability while in retirement for a patient I had seen for years at May Sands with her son-a student there; It took hours and hours of innumerable reports and letters -almost 100 hours of my work—and spent my money-
including phone calls and FED EX charges -court briefs ==and the process took more than 4 years;
she had 2 attorneys in the endless legal hassles -medical evaluations etc.-on and on;
finally was successful DUE to my efforts —I would not subject myself to that again.

that is the reality -the government does not give away money easily -except to the “military industrial complex” which includes fossil fuel subsidies—-we had to get a congressman in on it through my letters and conversations—-time and time and aggravation. we did succeed -but at what emotional monetary cost.
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have a pleasurable evening.—Jerry

I replied:

Hi, Jerry -

It wasn’t a particularly tasty idea to me, as I knew I would be pretending to be nuts to humor whatever psychiatrist came into the picture, probably one Social Security uses regularly, like the School Board down here­­­ used you regularly. The federal judge, for whom I clerked after graduating from law school, reviewed all appeals to the US District Court for the Northern District of Alabama from denial of Social Security disability benefits by Social Security hearing examiners. I wrote a number of his opinions, and he wrote a few, all of which he signed, and he tended to overturn Social Security disability benefit denials if we could find a way to do it. Then, Congress pas­­­­­­sed a law tightening up what is disability, so that it became a lot harder to get even for a lawyer specializing in it for a client. It’s still that way. I didn’t tell Todd what an ordeal I would go through trying to get Social Security disability, even if I was mentally disabled. I’m a lawyer. I write daily, pretty darn well written stuff on many topics. I can see the hearing examiner now saying, this applicant can practice law, if he wants to, application denied. What the angels are doing or saying to me would not sway the hearing examiner any more than it would sway the government’s psychiatrist.

Now, if I was wandering around Key West streets, talking out loud to myself and invisible beings all the time, smelling of urine, claiming I am Jesus returned and anyone who doesn’t follow me will die and burn in hell forever, and I was getting in people’s faces about it, and scaring them because my eyes are fierce, my lips tremble, I am stabbing my finger in their direction, waving my fist at them, and they don’t know if I will next launch myself onto them and bite their neck and suck all the blood out of them through their jugular, and I am an ex-practicing lawyer to boot, then maybe I would be awarded Social Security disability benefits because I am mentally ill and otherwise incapacitated and unable to work for pay. And maybe instead, I would be locked up for my and everyone else’s own good, in which case I would not receive disability benefits while I was confined, because I was being fed and housed and looked after by the people confining me.

Sloan

P.S.
What lawyers who handle Social Security disability denials like is clients who say they have been disabled a long time, because if that is established, then the Social Security benefits are awarded in a lump sum going back to onset of disability, and the monthly disability payments start being paid to the successful applicant. How that might work with me, if I applied for Social Security disability benefits and prevailed, it would go back to January 1987, when I was visited in the nighttime, when I was awake, by two angels, about which I have written many times before, and they told me this would push me to my limits, but I had asked for it and they were going to give it to me, and then I was jolted by three successive bolts of spiritual lightning. I saw the flashes, felt the electrical jolts, and that was the beginning of my being advised and corrected and disabled by angels from doing secular work that would pay the bills.

I might could introduce into evidence that my telling the very same story to a psychiatric Nurse Rached in January 1997 got me locked up on a psychiatric ward, which should be easy enough to establish from that private hospital’s cuckoo’s nest records, and they transferred me, at my insistence, to the nearest state mental hospital, where I was kept on a locked ward for three weeks, until my wife found a private psychiatrist who would take me as a patient, and he made the transfer arrangements with the state hospital, and my wife and our minister and Sunday school teacher came and got me out of that hell hole, which was not nearly as bad as the private hospital hell hole, and took me to the hospital where the private psychiatrist ran the psych ward. After he had me all pilled up, he released me back into the world population, after which a black night of the soul descended on me, and everyone who knew me then was sure I was insane, and I was pretty much in agreement with them.

Yeah, it might really work to my advantage to toss that at the government’s psychiatrist, and all the pills I was put on and the dreams I had during that time, and the dreams a friend of mine had for me during that time, and, my goodness, I bet by the time I was done talking about dreams and angels the government psychiatrist would be 100 percent convinced I was 100 percent insane, forever. And, my goodness, what would the Social Security Administration do with that? How could they go against their own psychiatrist? Dang, I didn’t think through this well. I might be able to get a Social Security lump sum disability payment dating back to January 1987. I would not need a lawyer to split that with. I been there, done that myself, and for a few clients after I started practicing law. Gosh, it could add up to several hundred thousand dollars. Kowabonga!

Alas, I can’t lie about it. I can’t pretend. Even during the black night, I was sane enough to see everyone around me’s madness. And after the angels brought me out of the black night, and weaned me from the pills, and then over some months purged me of the chemical residues from the pills in my body cells, blood and lymph fluid, and cerebral spinal fluid, that everyone I then encountered was insane, because I was in a zone nobody else at that time, who knew me, could even begin to fathom. I was, like, well, I did not feel I was entirely human any more. And I still don’t. In fact, I wager my life and my soul that I am not entirely human, because I don’t know another human who thinks like I do, or even close to how I think.

I once knew humans who did think sort of like I think, but they are not part of my life any more. Yeah, I tell the government’s psychiatrist all of that, and then I wait on the Brinks truck to arrive at my doorstep :-). Great idea Todd had. Apologies for it taking so long for me to get the point.

Sloan

Jerry wrote:

Sloan: you hit the Bulls eye—-the woman we finally got disability for

after that titanic struggle is producing some of the finest creative jewelry

we have ever witnessed from natural material —-some beach glass colored and hundreds of years old.

it is spectacular —-but she has security now.————KIND REGARDS to you-Jerry

I replied:

If you had not helped her, Jerry, would anyone have helped her?

I have no security, by this world’s standards, but I don’t see anyone else saying and writing what I publish. Just because this world won’t pay for it, doesn’t mean it’s not valuable. Somewhere in the Gospels, Jesus tells his disciples that wise men and kings would give all they possessed to know what he taught them, his disciples, in secret. Who knows what all he taught them in secret, which is not seen in the Gospels?

I been thinking lately, if my stepmother dies and I receive another bundle, I will view it as payment for what I do, for which this world will not pay. That’s how I viewed the bundle I received on Valentine’s Day, 2006, when my father’s estate settled.

I reminded someone the other day, who has sharply criticized me for supporting Brenda, especially, financially,

that after I bought my own Walden on Little Torch Key in the spring of 2006, I tried to donate it to the Key West Tropical Forest and Botanical Garden, with me retaining a life estate for so long as I lived there, and I was praised by my critic for that, but its then director Carol Ann Sharkey screwed around and messed it up, and I retracted the offer. Later, I tried to give Walden to the founder of the PAC pushing Amendment 4, which would stop development in its tracks in Florida, and she screwed it up by saying she could not have her name and address on the deed, because she feared for her and her children’s safety. Even later, I tried to give Walden to Theo Glorie, who owns Coffee Plantation in Key West, with his wife, Diane, so Theo could fund acquiring Key West’s flagship Schooner Western Union from Ed Swift, and Theo screwed it up. All of which my critic had felt was a good thing for me to try to do. But to give money to someone in need, who, frankly, has more spirit potential than any person I presently know, was a foolish waste of my money. I also said, if either of the three donees had been gifted Walden, then I would have run out of money sooner, because when I sold it in August 2013, I received $90,000 net. I had paid $375,00 for it, stupidly. Way too much.

This world has really interesting ways of viewing what is good and valuable, and I am generally viewed as nuts.

Sloan

A Kenya Facebook friend launched something yesterday,

and then he removed some of his and mine, but what he brought to me in private chat I was able to preserve, and that follows what he left up on his Facebook page.

Kiambi Mutembei

June 2 at 11:57pm · Edited ·

Looks to me Kiambi’s poem is straight from his internal feminine, and she nicely tried to get his attention.

His and my private chat yesterday about the above:

• Today
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  3:11pm

  Kiambi Mutembei

  Now,sir,what is you intention when you flood my post with so much that I can’t make head or tail of?
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  5:27pm

  Kiambi Mutembei

  Now, I will moderate your comments on my posts till I understand some things
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  7:08pm

  Sloan Bashinsky

  Kiambi, you go trolling, anything might take the bait. My recollection is, you sent me a friend request. So that suggested you were reading what I write, seeing how I think, go about things. I am not trying to do you harm, I thought we were bantering goodnaturedly. You will read things from me, which you will not get anywhere else, as far as I know, because I don’t know anyone else who was trained by angels, as I was trained. I did know some people who were being trained in that way, but I don’t have any dealings with them for some time now. One of them died. I don’t know what became of the others. It’s been a long time since I had any contact with them, and I don’t know if they are still living, or how to reach them if they are. I’m literally dropping ancient knowledge onto people, which has been lost on this world and in some cases is only recently is available for the first time. Use it or not, but it is not hard to understand, I am writing in plain English, using common words, unless, for example, you interject Rasta or anima, which are words not so well known, but they have real and deep meaning people who walk in those circles. If you use Rasta, that says you know what it is and means, and its history. Same if you use anima. If you don’t know what words mean, and their history, better to read up on that, instead of applying it to you without knowing what you are applying. Anima is the feminine, yin, shakti, and she is not well known or understood even by women in most cases. She is not physical, not a female body, she is a spirit essence, as is animus, or yang, or male. Both are required in a person, working as intended, for a person to be as intended. Most humans have little, to no, functional anima in them, and that has caused nearly all problems humanity faces today and poses to the planet.

  The other day, Kiambi posted this to his Facebook timeline, which provides some backstory to why I responded to his poem yesterday:

  

  

  Kiambi Mutembei

  
  So,the anima (kaumathii ) in me prodded me to do a selfie.

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    Sloan Bashinsky

    

    Bob Marley

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    Kiambi Mutembei A great man, a Lion!

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    Eric Daddie kijana

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      Kiambi Mutembei Sema Mkubwa

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    Mike Wudz The lion’s mane! Raaaaa!

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      Kiambi Mutembei Raaa-star,haha

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    Faith Mueni I had a feeling you would do this

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      Kiambi Mutembei Haha,why!?

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    Patrick Mutwiri Hahaha… n we didn’t fail in noticing

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      Kiambi Mutembei Lol,it’s appreciated.At least nobody is saying I’m seeking attention. Haha

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      Patrick Mutwiri Hehe. at least yah

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Yesterday, Ron Heck, co-owner and manager of Harpoon Harry’s, told me that he really likes artwork in my posts, mine and other people’s, and he also really likes the titles I am coming up with for the posts, even though they are, as I admitted, kinda way far out there.

So, never forgetting hell has no greater fury than a woman scorned, here are three of my ladies posted to Kiambi’s Facebook page yesterday, just under the sword fish and damsel drawing, which he removed, after I answered his question, what am I up to?, with I’m trying to tilt, nay, destroy his mind, which is the slave of his animus, or his animus is the slave of his mind, either way works, and the ladies in the drawings bring the cure.

Abarakadabara

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