AS · Bad Faith · Insurance · observations · trauma

Safeco Bad Faith, Take Two

After nearly 2 years, after receiving an estimate of 3 months to complete the job of rebuilding my home, Safeco is forcing me into a still incomplete house. They do not respond to any of my significant questions; they continue to act with bad faith.

I had a question about the building code that requires me to have 6 fires sprinklers in an 800 sq ft house. Since 2011, all new construction of residential housing must include fire sprinklers, but the specification of the number of sprinklers remains a mystery. I also wanted to know who is responsible for paying for the damage if said sprinklers malfunction. Have been told my contractor is on the hook. The smoke detector was set off by steam from the shower. The smoke detector and fire  alarm were set off by my turning on the heater before it has been burned out. Any minute now, I expect to be inundated by these sprinklers. This is the most anxiety producing house I have ever been forced to live in. I mean, steam set off the smoke/carbon monoxide alarm. I was told steam would not do that. But it did. I was standing here, in a panic, when it happened. These people specialize in gaslighting.

Safeco Insurance is showing me they are of dubious quality. To stop communicating with a paying customer, in the middle of a claim? To have sent me into an incomplete house, no utilities, no services, no appliances, this is professional insurance company behavior? Rusty Beck, a representative from Safeco who called me to tell me I was lying about having been sent into a house with no utilities by their adjuster, told me such behavior would be grounds for losing a license. Funny, but Kent Stiles, the supervisor to whom my adjuster, Nahal Mazandarani allegedly answers to, would not confirm or deny what the procedure is regarding sending customers into homes that are not ready for occupancy.

Whatever you do, do not insure with Safeco.

AS · Bad Faith · Community · Health and wellness · observations · social observation · trauma

What is Wrong with US?

Are we really all racists? Are we all irresponsible? Are we all trying to die? From opioids to laundry pods, are we really this stupid?

I can’t watch the news unless it comes from someplace outside of America. I am sick of being exposed, on the daily, to the lies, misdirection, and hatred coming from the top. I don’t want to see that ugly man’s face, but it is plastered everywhere. I can’t use social media because he is everywhere there. He gets way too much publicity. Is this all a ratings race? Who is winning because it certainly is not the public, who is exposed to “information” we cannot trust the truth of, nor can we believe.

An orange ass, who has done nothing in his life but lie and cheat, has no right to be in office. He has no right to expose me to his ignorance.

Is money the only thing that matters in this country? Being stupid certainly seems to be the movida of the hour. Eating laundry pods? How are people being raised nowadays? Where is the sense?

My son tells me that people now have pet children. They have a child, children, but fail to parent them. Single mothers look for mates, children in tow, rather than parenting the children presently in the world. Children have smartphones and tablets to babysit them before they can talk. No wonder they are sexting at age 8. What happened to childhood? What happened to responsible parenting?

The airways are full of the lowest of the low in terms of showing us what behavior is extant. Incest, hatred, murder, bigotry, jealousy. Every day we are exposed to the most negative, loathesome, debilitating, demoralizing behavior. Is this what we are expected to become? I have never seen upright behavior spurred by constant exposure to nastiness.

Like the little dog I saw in my twitter feed. He’d been abused all his life and cried when touched gently. It took a handler a while to calm the poor animal, but she broke through by showing patience, gentleness, kindness. Eventually the wee beastie stopped crying, relaxed and was able to begin responding in kind. It didn’t take long, but exposure to something other than the abuse he’d experienced was required for him to make a change.

I suspect our media is attempting to turn us all into mindless drones. Thoughtless, without empathy, stupid. I don’t like thinking this way, but I am continuously shown this behavior, encounter this behavior in the world, where I know I cannot trust anyone’s word, where I expect the worst and always receive it.

I wasn’t always like this. I was once an optimist. My son says I still live in fantasyland because I want to believe in people. It is getting more difficult to stay in fantasyland, though. I have been robbed, cheated, lied to more often in the past two years than at any time in my life. Confronted with the unending hubris of humankind, I am stunned by how far we seem to have fallen in the US.

Completely distressed.

AS · observations · trauma

Fatigue

I am tired. Tired of Rethuglicans. Tired of MSM coverage of Rethuglicans. Tired of feeling angry all of the time. Tired of betrayal by people who are supposed to be looking out for my interests. Tired of incompetence. Tired of treachery. Tired of inhumanity.

Tired of expecting the best and receiving the worst. Tired of being mistrustful. Tired of insecurity.

Real tired of having my nose rubbed in the shit that is our government.

Tired of cruelty. Tired of indifference. Tired of apathy. Tired of phony-ass fakers.

Good Shabbos. Good Jumah.

aging · AS · Class · Criminal Organizations · News and politics · observations · power · social observation · trauma

Why I Never Supported HRC

She stood by her man after he disrespected her, their daughter, and the nation. She stayed for the power. That she continues to stand by him in the current climate disturbs me.

She labeled a generation of young people predators, superpredators. Most of those young people were Black and Latinx.

She disrespected her husband’s accusers, did not believe them, implied they lied.

She is a lawyer.

She didn’t fight Obama for the nomination, just handed it over.

She didn’t fight Trump over this rigged election, just closed her mouth, wrote a book, and rakes in the cash.

She is an elite corporatist.

Her DNC is corrupt.

My position is not popular, particularly among this wave of feminists who seem to want to be better men. Nevertheless, for the above reasons, and maybe a few more that I have not let surface, I have never been a supporter of HRC. I wish her well, but I got nothing else for her or her rabid supporters.

 

 

AS · Criminal Organizations · Disaster · News and politics · observations · power · trauma

Done With Democrats

Got nothing for the DNC. Got nothing for any democrat that supported the resignation of Al Franken without any investigation of the claims against him.

Kamala Harris and any other democrat women who supported this are hypocrites. Why didn’t you fight to oust Trump?

The democratic party is not democratic. I think they are complicit with the rethuglicans.

As long as the Orange Beast occupies the Oval Office, I am done with democrats who do nothing to get him out.

aging · AS · Criminal Organizations · Law · observations · social observation

There Are Not Enough Words

So, let’s get cracking.

I have had a heluva day: computer problems (CRS Admin password hijack), installation of a gas line (gouging), trying to get medical care for my son, renting a car, preparing to move back to my home. Just a lot going on and I am as tired as if I went to a 9-5.

Then, there is all this madness with the government. The treasonous trollops in the White House are driving me mad. That ugly turtle and his thieving wife, stupid Orange Thug and his roguish family, everyone except Barron, for whom I feel very sad. How is it that the entire GOP and DEMs, too, have been allowed to try and burn down our country? I cannot be the only one who knows the country is run by crooks and liars, mostly liars. Sarah Sanders needs boiled.

The chickens coming home to roost for all these groping, raping marauders. I don’t feel sorry for any of them. All these complicit women who said nothing when they knew there was a threat. All the women, and men, who have held memories of sexual abuse for decades; this is a cathartic moment. I really don’t expect to see much come of any of it. Just like all the gun violence. If a school full of dead children doesn’t move people, the complaints of sexual misconduct by a bunch of women will move those in power even less.

And now, I must find another attorney when I have absolutely no faith in them. I have to file a civil suit against my attorney to try and get back the money he stole from me. No trust, no money. Guess I will do it myself. I successfully brought my probate to a close. Time to learn a new legal skill.

Certainly, I must be grateful for what the ancestors place in front of me to learn and do. There must be a reason I am having all of this experience with the law. Would really rather not, but I seem to have no choice. The requirement to defend what is mine is paramount.

The country has gone crazy, right along with orangina. No ethics. No morality. Racism. Classism. Christianist terrorists emboldened and supported by the current administration. The atmosphere in American culture is toxic as hell. I don’t want to live here any more, but where can I go?

Homelessness has plagued me. All around me, even here at the beach, are the homeless. People live in their RVs, cars, vans. Tents appear in the oddest places. People have become very creative with tarps, cinder blocks, and odd wood. They can wrangle this stuff into fairly sturdy habitations. But they are still outside, without facilities, without running water, without refrigeration, without a roof or floor other than the earth. I like sleeping rough when on a camping trip, or just hanging in my back yard. But it is my back yard and I can get up and go in the house whenever I want. Alhamdulillah!

You know, I think of myself as a Jewish Methodist Muslim. Imagine that! Even though I look like your run of the mill Black woman, I actually have Japanese, Chinese, and European running around in my genome. Funny how blood will out. I have always been fascinated with Japan, to the point that I learned to read, write, and speak Nihongo. I feel like I belong there, am connected there. Mayhap I will find my roots there. I want to go and study textile techniques. Sashiko, amigurumi, that lovely delicate knitting. Yes, that is where I could go. Amongst the Euro part of me, I’ve always felt like an Irish woman. Redheaded, flawless porcelain complexion, lilting voice. Yes, I’ve imagined myself in this ancestor from ’round the world.

Now, I’m Jewish because my mother was. Methodist because I chose to study that religion that  Xtian religion that encourages study, and a Muslim because I reverted to Islam in 1997 after surviving a trip to India. I take what I need from all these perspectives and don’t sweat the small stuff. It helps that I don’t participate  in organized religion, but there is nothing like praying with my sisters, lined up together, hearing the prayer in Arabic, the khutba, the conviviality after. Islam is good for those willing to seek knowledge, even to the ends of the earth.

So much swirling. Too much to do. Too much to think about. Didja know I served in the Army? Yeah, I’m a veteran. So many of us are on the streets. So many Americans on the street. This is a worldwide problem. Refugees, migrants, climate-displaced folks. There is too much going on and there are not enough words to tell you of the turmoil that churns within me, especially when I see our so-called president’s face. Him and his whole administration need removed.

Peace, peeps.

 

aging · AS · friendship · observations · social observation

When Friendship Turns to Henshit

I was raised to believe in making family, in treating those without family or social support to whatever comfort and accomodation that can be mustered.

I tried to be a friend to an old beau and it backfired. Turns out he was a useless narcissist, concerned most about himself, but in particularly self-destructive ways.

I treated this friend to a room at the beach for over a year, rent-free. He reaped many benefits from having no rent to pay, because rent in this complex is $2370 for a 1 cama, 1 baño, >600 sq feet. He reaped auto insurance discounts. He spent money bingeing on gentrified coffees, avocado toast-type crap, smoked fields of weed, ate tons of processed foods, drank Monsters and off-gassed that funky taurine every night. He spent money like water, ran up credit card debt, lost something every day, and generally created tension and confusion in my home.

He saved no money and burned his bridges here, so now he is outty.

Human beings can oftentimes be most disappointing.