I was wheeled into the place by a fat, lazy Mexican, who would have much rather been home porking his Lupe' than pushing this sick gringo around. We were immediately stuck in a traffic jam in the hall on our way to the front desk by a group of mental cases, which as a rule all convalescent hospitals have in large numbers. I was stuck behind a deliberately slow moving, fat, ugly woman in her fifties who was wearing a pair of dirty brown leotards over an extremely fat and flabby ass that shook like jello when she walked. The horror of it was that the bitch was farting in time with her steps, then turning back and grinning evilly at me as she deliberately slowed our progress down the hall by taking baby steps. Finally I yelled loudly at her to get her fat ass out of the way. The shock of my sheer volume got her to move, but she glared malevolently at me as we passed. She was a harbinger of things to come.

The state pays their help pretty poorly, so they have a large turnover of lowlifes that most medical facilities would never hire on a bet. But these places get desperate and are forced to scrape the barrel a lot of the time. After raising hell about my rooming situation they moved me into a private room in a quiet area. Then I discovered I was in worse shape than before. That's because I had to share an adjoining bathroom with the guy in the next room. It wouldn't have been so bad if it hadn't been a damn buck nigger, and a mentally disturbed ghetto coon to boot!! When the bathing crew came around to wash his nasty ass, this nigger would take off in his wheelchair down the hall doing thirty, screaming like a woman! And when they caught up with him, he would swear, scream, kick, bite, gouge, punch, and go absolutely ape shit! His room was always dark, and it was a black cave of "funk of the living dead". Nasty just doesn't cover it. In fact, any time I had to use the toilet, I had to call in the cleaning crew to completely re-wash and sanitize the damned thing because every time this nigger got done, it was covered in funk beyond words. I had to fight myself hard not to just go over there and kill him like the stinking disease he was. But that isn't all folks, oh no! Now remember, I'm in baaaad shape. I can't sit up hardly, or walk, or even sleep without a full pound of painkillers in my system. I was in no shape to have to be dealing with this damned street nigger.. So one night a few days later I go into the bathroom and turn on the light. The floor was literally boiling with huge-assed cockroaches the size of grasshoppers! They were crawling over the top of each other as they ran every direction trying to get away from me and the sudden bright light. Roaches hate light. So I left in abject rage and disgust, but left the light on. After an hour all the roaches were gone. They had gone back home under the door and into the crazy coon's room. I got hold of the administration after trying to get the staff to do something about it, but those lazy assed wetbacks weren't about to do anything about those bugs. But Admin forced the issue. The next day a large crew came and jerked that nutty crack nigger out of his cave amid loud screams and a hell of a fight. They finally had to cuff him to a rail to keep him from repeatedly going back into his room and stopping them from killing his friends... Sometimes his relatives from de' ghetto would come to visit him, and they'd bring him stuff from their roach infested home, thus constantly replanting roach eggs with every visit. Niggers... Damn...

Niggers are the big issue in all the hospitals like that one because they always get on the dole, then lay up and become perpetual pains in the ass. If there's a problem at one of these places, odds are a nigger's behind it. There were two wheelchaired niggers there that spent their days mooching smokes and looking for stuff to steal. They'd spent their entire lives sucking on the system's teat, and now they'd end their days doing the same thing. One old ghetto coon looked exactly like that scene out of "Gorillas in the Mist". I saw him picking bugs off his belly once, and his profile was pure gorilla. His counterpart is a fat ugly street ho. Loud, crass, foul mouthed, mean, greedy and sneaky, she's the same way she was before she got too demented for the outside world. She goes around wearing a white woman's wig that's in the old "Page Boy" style. One day her and the old gorilla got into a hell of a fight, and he snatched that wig right off her head and stuffed it way down in the trash can. Several of us watched the scene with delight. The old ho wheeled over there in a rage, kicked the can over and then went fishing for that wig. She finally produced it, all covered and festooned with trash and filth. She simply plopped it back on her head, stuck her nose high in the air and wheeled off, with the nurses chasing her, trying to get that nasty-ass wig away from her. We could hear them fighting way down the hall and we laughed until we hurt. Stupid chimps...

The wetback bitches were the worst thieves. When I first arrived I was a complete invalid. This one big fat wetback came in and spied the brand-new and expensive non-skid socks on my feet. They happen to be the exact-same style that all the wetbacks are now wearing down there. A local fad that recently started up. She walked over, yanked those new socks off my feet, turned to me, grinned and said, "I'm keeping these!" and left! I didn't even know who in the hell this bitch was! I yelled at her to get her ass back here, but she ignored me and left. I didn't see her again. Later I found out she'd been fired for stealing money from patient's rooms two days later. The gall of that bitch! She knew I couldn't stop her. All I could do was lay there helplessly with a ton of tubes running in every orifice as she robbed me. Evil comes in all forms. Small things and big things. It's the motive that counts... Yes, there's a race war coming, and it's going to be the bloodiest damned thing this country has ever seen. Whites are so full of pent up rage, frustration and hate that they're volcanoes ready to erupt. There is absolutely nowhere I can go in this country that hasn't been corrupted by muds. And when I think of all the hundreds of thousands of parasites laying up in all these institutions all over the country, I know that when things collapse there's going to be a reckoning for all the evil they've done to us and our country. This goes for all the bastards that promulgated this outrage as well. All the evil, arrogant and corrupt politicians and mad-dog cultists that call themselves liberals, when in truth they're just communists in another suit...

A parting note:

I was amazed at this crazy old bat's brass. She knew better than to break into someone's room, even if she was a nut job. I then proceeded to chew her ass in a steadily rising volume that became a yelling tirade. I told her that if I EVER caught her in my room again I'd pull her head off and puke down the stump! In the end she fled out the door in abject terror, leaving me to get up and go close it behind her. Later on I heard that they found her walking down the street butt-naked and holding up traffic. I think she was the straw that broke the camel's back. I went home the next day. After all the hell I'd been through over the past three weeks, ending up in that place was a fitting end. The only bright side to all of it was the fact that it eventually came to an end and I went home. Still alive, damn sore, and changed forever. I'll always have compassion for any poor soul that gets caught up in the California health care system. It's the closest thing to Purgatory this side of the grave...