Raynine
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A new gym opened in the city years ago and I started going again. I was one of the original members of Gold’s Gym in the 1990’s. I was a fly on the wall in that place and I got a priceless education on the floor there. I started running in 1973 and transitioned to cycling about ten years later. I knew then and I know now that no one is going to take care of me and there is no reason they should. I decided long ago that I did not want to be like an average city citizen.
There is a clown on local radio that occasionally interviews local privileged alcoholic clods like they are war heroes. These people are given honored status in the community because they fell slobbering to the turf with serious heart attacks. They learned nothing from the earlier generation, but they supported a lifestyle that pays the bills for the local radio station and newspaper.
Not long after the new gym opened about a decade ago I was on a bench doing curls. A city gentleman that I would estimate was in his fifties, walked toward me on his way to a seated nautilus machine. His eyes rolled back in his head, and he went down forward to the floor. He never used his hands to break the fall. He hit with a thud face first just feet from me. People, me included, began yelling to alert the personnel at the front desk. The gym people did their job without a hitch. They did CPR and hit the man’s chest with a yellow AED device. They called an ambulance promptly.
They got a weak pulse and rolled the poor soul on his side. I would estimate that about a gallon of fluid came out of the man’s mouth while he lay unconscious on the gym floor. The gym floor is a special composite designed for dropped weights so that is what likely saved the man from a fractured skull. It took twenty-five minutes for the ambulance to arrive-I timed it.
The city-lifestyle victim just laid there alone comatose with no movement. The color of his face was draining. Emergency personnel arrived and went to work on the man to stabilize him. They rolled him out and loaded him into the ambulance. Days later I asked about the man. A person behind the desk said he didn’t know much only that they put the man into an induced coma to let his heart try to repair itself. I never heard if the man survived.
What I do know is the city's newspaper and radio station are still there. They get their advertising revenue from what put that man wherever he is or was today. I really don’t think the people who run the city or populate its media give a rat’s backside what happens to you or me. It’s business, and we know how that goes. We saw that with Covid and those worthless paper masks they made everyone wear.
I do not want to be like these people. People say I use hyperbole, or I have been smoking something, but I know what I am doing.
I am voting for Trump.
There is a clown on local radio that occasionally interviews local privileged alcoholic clods like they are war heroes. These people are given honored status in the community because they fell slobbering to the turf with serious heart attacks. They learned nothing from the earlier generation, but they supported a lifestyle that pays the bills for the local radio station and newspaper.
Not long after the new gym opened about a decade ago I was on a bench doing curls. A city gentleman that I would estimate was in his fifties, walked toward me on his way to a seated nautilus machine. His eyes rolled back in his head, and he went down forward to the floor. He never used his hands to break the fall. He hit with a thud face first just feet from me. People, me included, began yelling to alert the personnel at the front desk. The gym people did their job without a hitch. They did CPR and hit the man’s chest with a yellow AED device. They called an ambulance promptly.
They got a weak pulse and rolled the poor soul on his side. I would estimate that about a gallon of fluid came out of the man’s mouth while he lay unconscious on the gym floor. The gym floor is a special composite designed for dropped weights so that is what likely saved the man from a fractured skull. It took twenty-five minutes for the ambulance to arrive-I timed it.
The city-lifestyle victim just laid there alone comatose with no movement. The color of his face was draining. Emergency personnel arrived and went to work on the man to stabilize him. They rolled him out and loaded him into the ambulance. Days later I asked about the man. A person behind the desk said he didn’t know much only that they put the man into an induced coma to let his heart try to repair itself. I never heard if the man survived.
What I do know is the city's newspaper and radio station are still there. They get their advertising revenue from what put that man wherever he is or was today. I really don’t think the people who run the city or populate its media give a rat’s backside what happens to you or me. It’s business, and we know how that goes. We saw that with Covid and those worthless paper masks they made everyone wear.
I do not want to be like these people. People say I use hyperbole, or I have been smoking something, but I know what I am doing.
I am voting for Trump.
