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ACTIVISM: One Man, Two Feet
Today's Experience at the ZOG's VA Hospital
by George Crane
31 October 2003
As a former U.S. army infantry officer veteran, today, by appointment, I
went to the local VA hospital for the first time in my life.
Being healthy, over 40, an honorably discharged veteran, and curious, I
simply wanted to get a few middle-ager blood tests and get to know the
environment and people there, since I have no medical insurance. Since I am
not a military retiree, yet served for 8 years, the VA hospital is one of
the very few supposed "benefits" for which I put my life on the line, as I
believed at the time. Today I was prepared to pay myself any "co-payment"
required, according to the rules.
I arrived nearly an hour early for the appointment.
On the wall in the VA waiting room was a poster from the CDC, or Centers
for Disease Control. In the poster, which promotes flu shots, are TEN
niggers of various ages that give the appearance of being three related
generations of family units -- almost an impossibility in brillo nature!
One brillo female is holding what is obviously a very young baby. THE JEW
MESSAGE = We're a repro-bootying people at all times, even on this poster!
The next youngest child, groveling down at ground level in the lowest
position on the entire photograph, is the whitest of any creature on
the whole poster! Is it a White child? Is it bi-racial miscegenation with
some unshown White female? Is it intentional? You bet!"
In about ten minutes, I was taken in by the weight-checker/blood-pressure
clerk, with a Spanish accent, who is typical of the lowest paid staff at
many of today's medical rooms. I noticed that the several many doctors for
this "clinic" that were listed on the wall were all jewish names!
The female clerk blood-pressure-checker then told me I was "assigned to Dr.
_____," -- let's call her Meira Goldstein, with an obviously female jewish
name!
I do not want a female doctor for my own body. Period. As those who know
me know, I do not support jew-feminism in any way, period! Not with
dollars. Not with votes. Not with my own body or business patronage.
Don't the VA employees know enough to ask?
While tempted to walk off immediately, I was determined to meet this jewish
ZOG female and be as minimally polite as I could manage, just to accomplish
the tests that I wanted, if possible.
I waited and waited ... A nurse came out to talk with and assist another
veteran man, who was on an oxygen tank and in a wheelchair. While talking
with him, she blurted out, "I don't know where Dr. Goldstein is. We can't
find her. She's probably at a meeting."
I gave the waiting room twenty minutes past my appointed time. I
don't wait more than twenty minutes for the #%@^-damned president, ok!
Certainly not without a personal explanation and a profuse apology. We all
know the meaning of the word "punctuality" and I consider it a virtue. (In
my own life, if I had been late as a military officer, good men would have
died!) As I am punctual in my business and private dealings, if my "doctor"
cannot be punctual, he will not be my doctor for long, either.
After 20 minutes past the appointment, I stood up, calmly walked over to the
clinic check-in counter, and said, "I'm cancelling today's appointment and
will have to reschedule."
The two little girls and one pussified girly-boy behind the counter -- all
of them obviously non-veterans -- appeared stunned. One of them remarked,
"Oh, but you've already had your weight checked."
I answered, "Dr. Goldstein is not even here, is she?"
They looked at each other, speechless.
One then said, "She probably scheduled you for some time during the
appointment," which made no sense whatsoever.
"Well," I said, "tell her 'thanks, anyway,'" and I walked briskly away.
I have no intention of ever re-scheduling with these
ZOG-cretins/stooges/feminists and jews.
GEORGE CRANE
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