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Wednesday, May 22, 2013

The Pain Administered by Administrators...

JINDAL'S JOKE - THE RAPE OF NEW ORLEANS

What the last few months have brought about have prompted me to break out the keyboard and start tossing my frustration into paragraphs. Some of you know that Karen had major surgery last month. Performed at the LSU Interim Hospital, I got a first hand look at the "Bobby Jindal "GOV" Boxers Memorial Medical Center. Sprawling across the expanse of city that is bordered by Galvez to Lasalle and Poydras to Tulane, the huge shimmering complex of chrome, glass and steel rises from the ashes of what used to be an old New Orleans neighborhood.


Centrally located within the shadow of the Superdome stands the LSU Interim Hospital. For those who don't have a clue, this is a polite and PC name for Charity Hospital. In truth, the hospital is a cold, callous and mercenary operation. Staffed by a combination of doctors who know what they're doing and aren't afraid to let you know just how much you don't know; And a staff of residents who wander around in circles waiting for the authorization from their mentor physician. After all, it is a teaching hospital. You know - like med students cutting on cadavers for practice. 

The artist's rendition of what the hospital is supposed to look like is shown below. Believe me, the real thing looks NOTHING like the rendition. There is a link below the "photo" that brings you to a review page where people have shared their "interim" experiences. Please take a moment and read them.



Now, back to the big picture. The entire aforementioned construction area looks like a war zone. The streets and sidewalks are in various states of disrepair. Streets are blocked off, pot holed, cracked and uneven. And sidewalks are missing entirely or beat up and broken. The ultimate caution and one of the pet creeps goes to the City of New Orleans. Ninety percent of the streets have parking meters. However, the same percentage lack signs or street markings to indicate where, how or when someone can park. On normal, regular streets, there are painted lines to indicate boundaries. Not here. You're left to the mercy of the meter maids who zealously attack a vehicle whose owner has unsuspectingly parked their vehicle in a place that is nondescript to anyone but the meter troll. In the same position, it cost me $40 because my parking ESP wasn't working. The biggest problem is -

THERE IS NO PUBLIC PARKING!

What kind of public officials can make these arrangements around a PUBLIC HOSPITAL where people with NO MONEY have to receive treatment? For Christ's sake, how can they be expected to pay for parking around a charity hospital? Where is Landrieu? More importantly, where is his head? Stuck in his posterior? Why not suspend the parking regulations until the construction is complete? The answer is quite plain and clear. THEY DON'T GIVE A DAMN! 

This medical center is being built but no one can afford to use it. They're laying people off at LSU right and left. Yet the construction continues. Jindal's legacy rises and the City of New Orleans kicks their citizens in the nuts on a regular basis. We all fall in the national opinion poll that says everyone in Louisiana is ignorant and racist and alcoholics. I can't say I blame them. 

The biggest problem with this whole thing is the concentrated effort to strip people of their dignity. Someone has to come from forty to fifty miles away to get care at LSU. No consideration for this. Get in the cattle line and prepare to get the bang stick. I know it's unkind to say. But I sincerely hope that all of you get exactly what you dish out.

My prediction - the LSUMC aka Bob's Folly will not remain in the hands of the public trust and will be placed under the control of a private medical management corporation - ultimately going to Hell in a handbasket while Booby Boy attacks his further political ambitions...

More soon...







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