Trapped In Purgatory 1.5

I busted a mirror and got seven years bad luck, but my lawyer thinks he can get me five – Steven Wright – Source: http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/keywords/bad_luck.html
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I'm not even sure why I bothered to post this morning. I just got back from the doctor and the prognosis was exactly as I expected. Testing has confirmed I have a compressed ulnar nerve.

To add insult, to injury: over the next 90 days I need to rest my elbows much is possible. Meaning, no going to the gym, mountain biking, or playing guitar. Excluding the obvious, those are three of my three favorite activities. I need to keep a pillow under my elbow just to use the computer.

Fortunately, I rough up the suspect with the right hand!

I have to start physical therapy next week and after three months if this feeling hasn't returned, the next step is surgery (which even the doctor admits “they don't get it right 100% of the time”).

To add insult, to insult, to insult to more injury: I let my insurance lapse on July 1st.

So what am I going to do?

While it might not be the most financially prudent decision I am going to use this downtime to do what I've been threatening to do for three years now. Don't get excited haters: I'm not going to kill myself!

I am going to finish writing Don't Tell Me How to Ruin My Life, and I'm not holding anything back. If you think some of my posts have been brutal before, just wait.

The only thing I won't do is embellish or lies. You'll get 100% on adulterated bowls of #truthsoup

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Trapped In Purgatory (With A Pinched Nerve)

Trapped in purgatory, A lifeless object alive, Awaiting reprisal and Death their acquiescence – http://www.songlyrics.com/slayer/reign-in-blood-lyrics/

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Purgatory and Pinched Nerves

Perhaps, I haven't been clear enough in all the Charlie Sheen Nonsense, exposing prostitution rings, exposing shady accounting, Jerry Springer, the police in south Georgia that my number one vocation in life is playing guitar. I am not trying to toot my own horn, but I'm damn good at it.

Even when I wasn't practicing with a band, I would pick up the guitar for 30 minutes to an hour a day, if to do nothing else than practice scales and keep my chops up.

One of my main reasons for moving back to Atlanta is because I am a relatively well-respected guitar player here. I've been here for five weeks, and I figured I would be in six bands by now.

Here is the caveat, upon arriving in Atlanta, I realized I couldn't play guitar at all. I developed a strange weakness and numbness in my right hand that made it impossible for me to play. I can barely move my pinky and ring finger. The best way to describe it is when a string vibrated beneath my finger it creates a sensation I can only describe as rubbing your fingers on a chalkboard.

Here is an approximation of the route I took from Los Angeles to Atlanta., because of the numerous detours what I thought would be a 35 to 40-hour drive wound up taking around 50 hours. Having my elbow resting on that god damned door was almost definitely the culprit.

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I was driving alone. I figured if it was a 35-hour trip I could split it into three days driving 12 hours a day with no problem.

However…

1. I was planning to leave LA on the morning of June 15 just after traffic. As the day went on, delay after delay kept me fromΒ  getting on the road until after 7 PM. I drew for as long as I could and reach New Mexico.

2. The next day I was hoping to make up time but is soon as I started driving the mirror of my truck fell off, there were road word detours everywhere, and the battery mysteriously started having problems even though it was brand-new. Because these of delays I only made as far as Oklahoma

3. The third day, I said “Fuck it, I don't care how long I have to drive, I am going to make it the rest of the way to Atlanta starting around 9 AM. So I totally white-knuckled the drive from Oklahoma to reach Birmingham and Atlanta's morning rush hour and got to ATL after 25 hours of driving straight stopping only for gas and gummy bears.

While I'm far from a physician, I have a pretty good idea what happened. Having my elbow in that position for that many days and that many hours entraped my Ulnar nerve. I don't want to be a hypochondriac and expect the worst, but at this point, I've become accustomed the worst happening.

Nerves extend from your brain and spinal cord, sending important messages throughout your body. If you have a pinched nerve (nerve compression), your body may send you warning signals such as pain. Don't ignore these warning signals.

Damage from a pinched nerve may be minor or severe. It may cause temporary or long-lasting problems. The earlier you get a diagnosis and treatment for nerve compression, the more quickly you'll find relief.

In some cases, you can't reverse the damage from a pinched nerve. But treatment usually relieves pain and other symptoms.

Source: http://www.webmd.com/a-to-z-guides/pinched-nerve-in-or-near-the-elbow-topic-overview

To make matters worse, just before leaving California I let my healthcare insurance lapse, meaning if I needed some operation I wouldn't have the cash to do it. I've seen a chiropractor a few times but it made no difference.

So, I have been existing and purgatory here in Atlanta. I've been putting ice on my arm; I haven't been doing anything that would cause more elbow inflammation such as riding my bike are going to the gym, hell, I've even lost my interesting going out and trying to make money and attain marketing clients.

On the bright side, I'm working to use this time in purgatory to finish what I've been trying to do for three years: finish writing Don't Tell Me How To Ruin My Life.

If so many things hadn't happened I would be done by now, but a lot of the chapters of this blog we're never in the original manuscript.

Once I get done with that, I might just decide to go out like my literary Hero Hunter S Thompson. At 44 years old it wasn't like I was expecting to be a rockstar or anything. Playing guitar is just something I loved above all other things.

PS: this isn't a call to start a bunch of GoFindMe crap. One way or another, I will figure it out or I won't.

PSS: Thank you to everyone who is been supportive and has tried to make this easier on me. πŸ™‚

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Dallas Crisis Actors, False Flags, Racial Tensions and Conspiracy Theories

“The contemporary term false flag describes covert operations that are designed to deceive in such a way that the operations appear as though they are being carried out by entities, groups, or nations other than those who actually planned and executed them.” – Wikipedia

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First, let me start off by saying I am not one of those conspiracy nuts. I have a lot of friends who are. I am always inundated with the new conspiracy stories every time there is a major media event. The problem is for every well-informed conspiracy theorist like David Icke; there is 100 Dale Gribbles pissing in the punch bowl of truth.

Additionally, I am not a freak about the Second Amendment. In my mind, it was a  law written for a different time. “A well regulated Militia, being necessary to the security of a free State, the right of the people to keep and bear Arms, shall not be infringed.” That was a simple law to put on the books when both sides had muskets and bayonets.

I get it.


These days the government has drones the size of mosquitoes that can fly in your ear and explode your brain. We may as well still have muskets to fight a corrupt government, even though our muskets are now semi-automatic.

This week I became a skeptic when I first saw Lavish Reynold's Facebook video aftermath of Philando Castile's death at the hands of law enforcement. Something didn't strike me right. I was on Twitter, with someone who is black and was afraid to say I thought that video was a fake.

Unbelievably, she agreed with me.

This video came on the heels of the shooting of Alton Sterling, whose death is still under investigation in Louisiana. Allegedly, Mr. Streling was armed and reaching for a pistol in his pocket when law enforcement had to use deadly force.

Watch the video below (beware graphic):

That is what a man who is struggling for his life looks and sounds like. And since we are on that topic why are the last words out of every cop's mouth just before squeezing the trigger, “bro” or “pal?”

Maybe fewer people would get killed if they exclaimed, “You're about to die, motherfucker!”

(7/12/1016 edit) I had to include this commentary because this guy makes and excellent point:

 

By the end of that week, there were the events in Dallas, which we are all too familiar. There is no gray area there? There is no faking that?

Or is there?

People don't understand this about false flag operations. It's not like everyone puts on a bunch of fake blood and then goes home, people die. Look at the king daddy of all false flag operations: 9/11/2001.

A reader of this blog on Twitter brought this to my attention. Just Google “crisis actors needed” and had the post not been removed you might find this in the Craigslist for Dallas that same week:

Crisis actors needed in DallasInstead of this:

crisis actors add removedThe government will always have the upper hand because they have one thing you will never have on them: Information (lots of it). Edward Snowden will be hung by his fingernails the day we find him.

That is why I make the argument this has nothing to do with gun-control. The populace can gather as many automatic weapons as they want. The government ultimately has complete control over the power grid, communications, transportation, the economy and almost every aspect of our daily lives. If every American possessed an Arsenal twice the size of Al Pacino's in his last stand in Scarface, there's little chance we could rise and conquer. The government simply has too much power to be stopped by bullets alone.

And watch out for those mosquitoes!


This leads me back to the beginning of this blog. I said I was not a conspiracy freak, but never claimed to be clueless. I am a huge fan of David Icke. “The Truth Will Set You Free” is perhaps the best conspiracy book ever written. I read it twice. First, not long after it was published in1996 and then the revised edition in the early 2000's where many of his predictions had already come true. I've even gone to see his lectures in Los Angeles.

He loses me a bit with the lizard people from another dimension, but the rest of the book is so thoroughly footnoted there is no way he's merely spewing nonsense. The great part about the book is a lot of has already happened: Henry Ford cooperating with Nazis, the Rothschilds, the Rockefellers, and how religions were born around the earth all at roughly the same time based on fear, guilt, and ultimately control. If you look at any of the major religions on their face, there are minute differences between them.

Which then leads me to wonder? What exactly is their agenda?

To that end, I'm not sure. This I am certain of: Every false flag operation has one thing in common: a Patsy. This is going to piss a lot of people off, while I may not be sure of what the government has planned, I can tell you exactly who the Patsy is: Black Lives Matter. While I'm sure many people involved in the movement are well-intentioned many don't realize that they are being co-opted by the exact forces, they claim to oppose.

I openly admit that I voted for Barack Obama. Not just once. Twice. But I am starting to wonder, isn't it convenient that this country went through “The Week From Hell” while he was conveniently out-of-town the goverment had support to pass legislation putting “Black Lives Matter” in the same club as ISIS? That's not much different than your wife drowning in the bathtub while you were on a business trip. I do like to think Barack Obama is also a well-intentioned person, but I'm starting to wonder and the like Scarface: who do I trust?

Nobody.

And lastly, when it comes to the birth of “Black Lives Matter” as being nothing more than a hashtag on Twitter (#blacklivesmatter / #BLM), I am calling bullshit. While I hate to keep going back to the subject, the first post on this blog concerned Charlie Sheen's HIV status. Within 24 hours you couldn't Google my name without seeing Charlie Sheen, my server was getting 6000 hits per minute, and I even received accolades from the New York Times.

The one thing I couldn't do: Start a hashtag on Twitter. Do you know how I know that?

Because I tried.

Just search Twitter for the #Charlieshasthebug (“the bug” is a hip-hop slang term I co-opted from Public Enemy).

Now you would figure, with all that free exposure I could at least get my crummy hashtag rolling, but it went exactly this far:

https://twitter.com/search?q=charliehasthebug

In closing, I would like to reach out to the organizers of Black Lives Matter and tell them, like Public Enemy, don't believe the hype! By spreading fear, Xenophobia and Hate, you are doing the government's work for them! People divided are much easier to conquer than people that are united.

And yes, some people did unite:

 

Get the picture yet?

JQ

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