Between the Lines

So I've been thinking these days, that the notsogood old GW Bush puts me in mind of the evenworseold SpiroT Agnew.  And even though I can sound like afineold street whore truth is I am one of those effete intellectual snobs born and raised in that damn ivory tower Mr. Agnew consigned me to, lo so long ago.

I am one of those uppity woman and Jewish, with my leanings.  I am middle aged and menopausal, with my flashes.  And I damn sure was against that war.

 

And now even more to the point I'm a nurse.

A Jewish anti-establishment middle aged menopausal nurse with a well practiced chip. 

Working in a major metropolitan trauma center.   And two hours before I get to kick it and go home, they (the ubiquitous adminosphere they) told me I had to stay another eight hours. 

Way I see it, kidnapped and bribed. 

Got to say I hope I'll be taking care of some big whig's mother, that way I don't need to get mad.

And now, sitting on my tired ass in the breakroom, looking at the other day's headline I read where Blue Cross, all proud and smug thinking they're ahead of the curve, says they're going to start rewarding their doctors for quality care.

And I think, as I'm walking back out to check some mother's ventilator, them poor suckers who can't read between the lines deserve every damn thing they get.