The Day The Train Left WordPress

This is my final departure post on WordPress…

“The Sequence”

Moving away from WordPress and towards the Sun

It was over a year ago I witnessed an alarming signal from WordPress. It didn’t affect me personally and it did. Someone from another WordPress site had “liked” a piece I had written, and curious about that site, because it had the word publishing as part of its name, I decided to saunter over there, to learn more about that site.

When I clicked on the link, the message I saw was disturbing. The site had been deactivated by WordPress. But why? Gradually,  I came to realize  I had less control over my content than I thought I had.

When I addressed this issue with WordPress over Twitter they downplayed it. But I was not satisfied with their response and I expressed my concern to the team on Twitter.

Anyway, it’s taken close to a year to migrate my content here and into my own .com site. I will provide (at some point) a more thorough comprehensive article about that fine line between ownership, copyright, and ultimately, censorship. But for now, I am just interested in dancing with words

So if you’re still interested in reading what I am writing, what I am painting, what I am photographing, what I have written, get on the train and head over to this station:

thingsthatnevermadeitintoprint.com

For some reason, Google, for now, is showing the wrong url, which opens a page that designates the site as not secure. This is an error based on a single by highly important letter in the url. The correct url is provided above: “https” not “http” That’s the significant letter.

This is not an end but a journey into another chapter.”

And, of course, the next piece will be about the fine print behind Internet giants — at least some of them. It would be a monumental task to research the fine print of all of them, but when you do read the fine print, you discover you are agreeing to their terms, not yours, and this can unwittingly put you at a disadvantage. But I will probably spend more time discussing how to get free from the noose of WordPress’s stylistic dominance on formatting, which is almost virtually impossible. 

Slight detour —

Somewhere Between Heaven and Hell in America's Health Care System

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SOMEWHERE BETWEEN HEAVEN AND HELLBut it was a gas. 
St. Alexius Brother’s In HOFFMAN ESTATES, Il
(Submitted to Yelp. Almost positive they’ll yank it.)
PART I
After coming from a State with a horribly disfigured Health System, when I walked through the revolving doors at Alexian Brothers, I thought I had walked through the doors of the Hilton. OR, The Waiting Room of Heaven. EVERYONE was SO nice. No one pushed you for money at the front door, like most hospitals do now. And the service is prompt and high caliber. Some Administrative Glitches where someone obviously didn’t proofread the Information section and the Address was rendered in Computer Jumbo. However. And this is an important however.  The United States Post Office figured it out!
The diagnosis was accurate. 
I showed almost all symptoms of Concussions. 
(Curious whether Yelp will strike that last sentence.)
Oh, well. 
Anyway. 
So there is not much to do other than rest for it to heal. 
The discharge forms had the diagnosis, but nowhere where I could, at least, see, were there specific discharge instructions. They told me (verbally) to come back if I showed further symptoms. 
As I sat around resting, other symptoms began to emerge, associated with Concussions. Mild ones, like Double-Vision (once) and Blurred Vision (several times).  
But here’s the creepy thing about concussions …
While everything appears to be functioning, they are marching silently – or rapidly – toward catastrophic damage to the Brain and can be deadly without any warning. Or, you can endure long-term damage. Or, you can heal. One never knows how one’s body will react. 


(As  can see, a few glitches here. I lifted this draft from Yelp. Who knows what they embed behind the page?)


PART II
THE EMERGENCY ROOM WAITING AREA


As I said, I could literally feel the holy air wafting through the ER. The air was warm, but not too warm, and full. There were halos everywhere you looked. The staff were selected for their healing skills, putting people at ease, naturally. 
So the first visit was comprehensive. But between the first visit and the second visit, I received a letter from the hospital’s attorney, threatening to sue if I didn’t pay The Bill. 


THE END

Diagnostic Statistic Manual Needs A New Presciption To Describe What Tunnel Vision Obsessed Them To See Human Behavior In A Profoundly Limited Piece Of Fabric

You gotta admit. Something is not right up there? They construct full mosaics of people and strip them of their authenticity as humans. This is utter nonsense.  
HM
Who are these fools who have been in Medical School for 8 years – 
And, this is it? 


This is the product of their knowledge?  


Playing with scissors and construction
 Paper?