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The Trump administration has crafted a draft bill — ordered by the president — that would declare America's abandonment of World Trade Organization rules, according to Axios. The bill essentially provides President Donald Trump — who has argued for a better position for the U.S. in big trade pacts — a license to raise U.S. tariffs at will, without congressional consent and largely outside of the international rules governed by the WTO. The bill, titled the "United States Fair and Reciprocal Tariff Act," would give Trump unilateral power to ignore the two most basic principles of the WTO and negotiate one-on-one with any country.
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Today is what happened to yesterday.
(Score: 2) by unauthorized on Wednesday July 04 2018, @03:11PM (3 children)
Yeah, none of that actually happened, didn't it?
(Score: 2) by MichaelDavidCrawford on Wednesday July 04 2018, @09:51PM (2 children)
The last time I went to the Emergency Room it was because I was unable to spell any of the words in a simple email correctly.
I know damn well how to spell, thank you.
Despite my knowing how to spell, say, "Soylent" correctly, I repeatedly and insistently typed "Soiluntt", caught my mistake, backspaced all the way over it then just as insistently typed "Soiluntt" again and again, over and over.
Had I filed a Federal Civil Rights Lawsuit, I would have taken OHSU to the cleaners. It's not just that two of OHSU's finest damn near lobotomized me but that that hospital was build _decades_ ago. Doubtlessly that holding cell and some others just like it have been there that whole time.
... during which time quite likely thousands of Portland's mentally ill folk were trapped inside, with no toilet...
... and a while back I found an article written by a Law School student who was traumatized by an Elementary School teacher who refused to permit him to leave class so as to use the toilet in the Boy's Room.
That fine upstanding young legal scholar recited Chapter And Verse from dozens of Supreme Court Opinions that quite resoundingly affirmed the right of All Us Americans To Use The Loo...
... and to do so in PRIVATE!
It happens that the entire volume of my commode-free holding cell was under continuous video surveillance.
In the end I didn't want to give OHSU any grief because their work saves the lives of countless desperately sick people.
So I rang up their General Counsel then pointed out that my Civil Rights Complaint could, at their option:
... or...
It's not just I recently found out the hard way that my brain damage is permanent...
... but that I never received word from anyone at OHSU that they had taken me up on my quite-generous settlement offer by installing those toilets.
The very first they'll here from me is when I hire the very nastiest, the very drug-addictedliest, the very concealed-carry permitliest process server that my recent Completion Paycheck can buy...
... to serve my Federal Civil Rights Complaint on OHSU's President.
It happens that very first thing after I regained consciousness in one of OHSU's locked psychiatric wards - to be clear, _not_ a neurology ward - I repeatedly explained to the nurses at the desk their responsibility under the laws regarding Spoliation Of Evidence...
... that they impound all the security camera recordings of that entire emergency room, not just my lavatory-free holding cell...
... for use as evidence against them in my soon-to-be-filed lawsuit.
Surely you must agree, they took my quite reasonable as well as quite-enforceable not request but requirement to be the ramblings of a madman?
Spoliation Of Evidence is the Civil Procedure's equivalent to the Criminal Felony of Destruction Of Evidence. It's not exactly unlawful, but if I give Hizzonnor good reason to believe that OHSU spoliated those vidz...
... then the Presiding Judge will issue...
... a...
... Spoliation Instruction...
... to the jury...
... in which the judge directs the attorney to rule as if I was telling the Gospel Truth about what that Spoliated Evidence would have demonstrated to the jury...
... as well as to regard that assumption of that spoliated evidence's content as HEAVILY prejudicial against the respondent.
I'm not going to sue for damages, just for lost wages. Five years of homelessness, plus sixteen years of brain-damaged unemployment, at the last regular salary I earned just before I got beaten senseless by those two bright-shiny-badge-wearing-and-service-pistol-packing-goons...:
$130,000.00 * 21 = $2,730,000.00.
The one tiny morsel of comfort that I am able to take away from all that I've endured is that I'll finally be able to pay Mom back for all the money she's lent me over the years...
... and to the extent I can speak intelligibly to customs officials, my decades-long plans to travel the world during my alleged Golden Years might actually come to fruition.
Yes I Have No Bananas. [gofundme.com]
(Score: 1, Insightful) by Anonymous Coward on Thursday July 05 2018, @07:24AM (1 child)
MDC your story makes me cringe and empathize. I hope like hell (real useful huh) that you take them for all you've lost and all the potential you couldn't bring to fruition, and that every other institution with similar despicable practices takes note, and adjusts their behaviour.
I'm so sorry for your experience. You have my deepest empathy.
-Anonymous Coward (i of N)
(Score: 2) by MichaelDavidCrawford on Thursday July 05 2018, @10:18AM
It comes as a great comfort to me just now
I'm having a hard time just now as I ran clean out of Happy Pills a couple days ago. This because I was busted flat and so unable to cover so much as the copay
Just a few days off my mess won't make me crazy but it has made me feel physically sick. It's hard to describe but among other symptoms I get the same kind of chills as when one is feverish from the flu
Happily day before yesterday I finally got paid More Money Than G-d for completing the macOS USB Function Driver that I for Fresco Logic. For a solid thirty hours I not so much with great glee but with the narrowly driven focused of an obssesed madman I blew a smoking radioactive crater into that check as I let loose the pent-up floodgates of a meticulously prepared spreadsheet in which I budgeted even the very smallest of planned purchases such as a pack of band-aids from the drugstore
But fucki me sideways with a taxidermied is constructor I failed to watch the clock and so missed The last bus from North Portland into Vancouver
Happily I'm flushed with cash so I commenced my graveyard shift at Sharis Restaurant And Pies by stuffing myself silly with a T-Bone steak and eggs flushed down with lots of volcano hot lignite black coffee
I was doing real well but the abrupt withdrawal of my meds is really getting me down
While many have been the days I dreamt of vengeance there's no court of law so powerful as to bring back the serenity and dignity of three or four years of panic stricken madmen who were trapped in OHSU's medieval oubliettes not only with no toilets but as well with no telephones with which they could have called for help as well as for comfort, nor any nurse call buttons by which they might have been spared agony as well as their fear for their own very lives had they suddenly taken physically ill.
My work to fight the stigma against us madmen is performed with a stoic patience and good humor but it gets me down sometimes. I mean it really does: that the architect who designed those bare concrete cells could have so thoughtlessly disregard our common humanity and so failed to design in so much as those primitive amenities as provided for those whose crimes are so great as well as so foul that they are condemned to pay their considerable debts to society by expiring their brief Ticks in the chambers the chairs or the injectable lethals.
Yes I Have No Bananas. [gofundme.com]