The Life of a Demoniac

Today, the following letter was hand-delivered to the Office of the District Attorney for the County of Santa Clara, which asks the aforementioned office to intervene in the unlawful refusal of essential treatment and care for my life-threatening and terminal illness: District Attorney - Pace Clinic Letter by James Alan Bush This letter isn't the first to solicit third-party assistance with this matter; just last week, a similar request was made to my district supervisor's office, who is actively investigating it, and evaluating options.

My first attempt to be a charitable demoniac failed miserably, and I believe the reason is that people in San Jose are too stupid to know how to help themselves in a dire situation. Losing your housing is the beginning of the end of everything that matters: your job, your health, your finances, your social standing, your friendships and family, your assets, your retirement, your prospects, and more. My charity, if you will, was to make sure this never happened to anyone it didn't need to, which happens to constitute about everyone who is facing homelessness. But, I must first digress by explaining what makes me call evictees in San Jose stupid—first, in general; then, more specifically. At the end, I'll come back to the charity stuff. I think stupid could describe most citizens here to begin with, whether facing eviction or not. I can't find anyone in this town who did not spread their legs for Satan the minute he and his minions waltzed in, having received as they did...

As if they had a right and were in-the-right. A stupefying maneuver today by Dr. Edward Brooks, former physician at PACE Clinic, now working at Stanford Positive Care Clinic, told his receptionist that my only other option for essential treatment and care for my terminal illness was cut off, and that no explanation was forthcoming. In sum, I would not be accepted as a patient there, either: I immediately called my attorney, Denise Miller, who, apparently, took the day off to try on her Halloween costume, and left a message; a follow-up e-mail was also sent: Stanford Positive Care Clinic had never indicated before that there was a problem with attending their clinic for treatment until today, and that without proffering a reason This precludes treatment of any kind for me for a condition that has seriously worsened since the time PACE Clinic inexplicably shuttered its doors to me, after having agreed in a court of law to allow me to obtain services there. More later, once del...

Although slow-going—and, so far, unproductive—I'm still encouraged by the fact that, unlike the past, I have people who at least purport to be on my side interested in things like the denial of essential medical treatment for my terminal condition. Morning view from my room at Regional Medical Center (contrast to VMC = Demon Death Trap ) There's Joseph Nazarian , who is representing my cause against Dr. Crapo, as described in these posts: Dr. Crapo lies, gets caught in same Appointment with Dr. Crapo's replacement Santa Clara County lawyers skirt Dr. Crapo complaint Dr. Crapo's copy of test results back claim for lying As you'll see from these posts, the substantive and meaningful portions of my claim against Dr. Crapo were spearheaded and executed by me; whereas, Mr. Nazarian has yet to complete the simple task of resubmitting a claim with a more specific date to Santa Clara County lawyers to avoid another denial. Still, I'm confident that as the ...