Mark Furman

So I still haven't had the tooth pulled and the infection goes on- people around the Bloomington area are mocking me over it- my my what a cyber/ cell phone connected age we live in that allows the fascists to play their sadistic Party games and allegiances like true Nazis-
I suppose there would still be some folks shocked by the level of nonsense I've seen of wickedness in high places- particularly during this administration's term, but perhaps not
Guilty or not- the O.J. jury knew something of the system they were dealing with

This all started in Needles California about four or five years ago now- when I went to see a dentist there-

But actually it started even earlier- when my team won the Little 500 at Indiana University in 1977 and our sponser was Marathon Oil. So then there was a picture of me in the IU yearbook, being Kerried on the shoulders of some animal house things, with the Marathon Oil logo prominently displayed on my little flat chest.

A short time later the HOLLYWOOD MOVIE "Marathon Man" came out, in which Dustin Hoffman is a long distance runner who gets tortured by some Nazi dentist over some information the guy thinks he Noes. So it was kind of a joke in my own mind: "Hey, Hey, Hays, I'm the Marathon Man, I AM, I AM."

Until that dentist in Needles, when the right=wing WHACKO temper=tantrum was reaching it's Peak over transgendered people like me (Seems a lot of us neggars get hung in Springer land, and it seems like a good idea to Lily Hill Needles America- with the police station right there on Bailey street (read Bail Liberal). SO I go in there with this Denta Cal coverage, that supplements my SSI disability, and he does not one, but two root canals, and tells me the crowns will be in in a week or two.

In the meantime I'm having MASSIVE migraine headaches that lasta week sometimes, and now in the third location where mysterious neighbors have moved in and are again blasting me noise that isn't even music that even cracks the stucco foundation in the Three-plex I'm living in. Just after the mocking begins in a fast food restaurant when a girl behind me starts talking about the troubles She is having with the same dentist there- and I have this ominous feeling of Forbo-ding things to come.

Weeks pass, and no crowns. The dentist starts saying the approval from denta-cal is holding things up- I go in months later, thinking the call I got was for the crowns- more drilling, no crowns- Same story: "soon", I'm going around now with holes in my teeth- and it literally starts going on a year since the first visit- My phone calls keep getting same result- Denta Cal blames doctor, doctor blames Denta-Cal. I'm lying in hot desert with migraines getting pounded by noise, and the only other dentist for miles and miles and miles around in California says he can't finish work the other Republican dentist has started.

I finally lose one of the teeth, and get a crown for the other on a visit to my mother's in indianapolis- The governor recall thing is going on then in California- Gary Coleman is running for governor and for some reason his name is listed on the page of registered voters I have to sign when voting, and the name Gary Coleman surprisingly is listed on that Sheet too- and I even notice that his address is listed as the same apartment complex I've fled to now, where the same pattern of harrasment is occuring- now with neighbors all sporting some kind of "emergency vehicle" lights atop their cars. Oh, did I mention, my old name was ALSO Gary. So Gary Coleman doesn't win in the hotly contested election- it's Green Acres Pig Swat Zee Neggar. And in two years I NEVER ONCE see Gary Coleman around the apartment complex he's on the voter registration rolls as living in way out in Needles California.

After another two years of military-style hazing- with some AAAAAAA showing up only at night to sharply rap on my apartment ceiling all night long, I again move back to Indiana and the Grey Dayvis skies there I was raised under.

Never taking a back seat to ANY kind of very very extreme right-wing fascist whacko nonsense- it was certainly waiting for me here again- and among even more fascist attrocities and denial of the limited health care rights grudgingly passed by despotic and tyrannical legislators- the dental care nightmare goes on- including the visit to the strip mall dental clinic in Indianapolis- where cops were mysteriously present in the office when I arrived but apparently skulked out the back to be less conspicuous- C.S. Oh Yeah.

Oh, did I mention that they'd been following me around? Yeah- starting in tiny quiet little Needles- a town of 5000 people way way out in the desert where they still have about a dozen cruiser- When it began and I was gettuing driven from dwelling to dwelling with pounding recurring migraines, and the dentist laid his nightmare on me- I started posting things about it on the net- writing letter to newspapers and everyone else, and just because I wasn't sure where it would end. So in typical magnanimous right-wing fashion, They of course only seemed to take MORE offense at my mere mention of the TRUTH, and started folling me even more- and didn't miss a beat when I returned to indiana.

It took me over a year to get approved for Medicaid here after the same kind of office vs. administration inaccountability- and after a yera of never using it, I've been wrestling all summer trying to get the "evaluations" I need for reapproval- while very few doctors or dentists even accept the coverage- I guess what they can't legislate away, they will fuss away- And you can bet their own professional school quotas will still be in place at the universities, where tuitions will undoubtedly keep spiraling.


Thank god I've never let the people of this nation use me to do THEIR killing...
I've thought about showing up at the airport to spit on the "Vols" returning- just so they won't be like the incredibly numerous liars I've heard tell such a story on the internet about Coming Home from Nam...

God in heaven, God above, be a God of truth and love