VA Classifying Veterans as Terrorists?

by Ernest C. Aldridge

I am sure every veteran has experiences that they remember with fondness and some that leave a bitter taste in their mouth. In my contacts with the Veterans Administration (VA) I have learned several things, most of which leave a bitter taste.

One of the things I have learned is presented here.

I learned that Veterans are an identifiable class of human capital; perceived as a dangerous class of capital to be ‘handled’ with all caution, in the same manner as prisoners and other high risk potential terrorists.

They, like prisoners, are not to be informed of their use as human capital and they must be treated with great unction. Condescension should be made very obvious in their handling. The display of fear is optional. It is to be remembered that they are all trained killers and are to be treated as such. All handling procedures must reflect this. And their investiture as capital is never to be spoken.

Veterans do have value, however, their value is in their identifiers. Their identifiers are used in the creation of securities of all types and kinds. What are identifiers? Any number, any name, that can be attached to the individual person is part of that person’s identity and therefore can be, and is used to create a security salable to some sucker looking to invest money.

Remove the veteran and the Veterans Administration, a cabinet post, would have its true reason for existence exposed, that of getting a pay check into the hands of someone that is too lazy to work, too nervous to steal and too jealous to pimp. They would have no capital loan to form the basis for issuing securities.

Job security is not a problem in the Veterans Administration. There is a never ending war that supplies a never ending flow of veterans with all pertinent identifiers of human capital. This makes ‘vetting’ quick and easy. The individual VA operative has trouble carrying on a conversation with a veteran that has two or more digits in their IQ.

What prompted this diatribe is my last visit to the Veterans Administration medical center in Reno, Nevada. I was looking for the local veterans administration office. I learned that it was not at the medical center as it had been. An office worker in the medical center office told me the address of the administrative office and gave me directions as to how to get there. Those directions were incomplete and misleading, but it got me away from her desk.

After driving around for about an hour I went to the local Fed Ex office and got accurate directions to the VA office. It was not even in the same area as the medical center employee had directed me to.

When I arrived at the VA office I was greeted by the same security screening as you get in the federal courts, ID check, metal detector etc. I asked the security guard why all the security for the veterans administration office. His tongue-in-cheek response was, “you’re all trained killers.” I just smiled, shook my head and went into the waiting room and checked in and waited.

There were 6 other people waiting. About 30 minutes went by and I was approached by an operative and told to go into room 108, close the door behind me and have a seat. The operative went into another door from the waiting room and came around from the interior of the complex and entered room 108 from the other side. A card dangled from a lanyard around his neck.

I had not completely closed the door, so before he would close the door he used to enter the room, he insisted that I completely close the door I had used. He seemed irritated. So I complied. He sat down at the computer.

Room 108 was a small room. There was a counter between us that went from wall to wall. I laid my folder on it. It was wider than the normal counter and seemed more like a barrier that a working surface.

I explained to him that I had bought a house on a VA guaranteed loan and I was there because the VA had foreclosed on my house six years after I had paid it off. I wanted to know what recourse I had with the VA and what I really need was an account transcript to verify who, if anyone, the VA paid money too on my behalf.

After several questions, asked in a very condescending manner, he said that he could not help me get the information that I need. He said that there was information in a pamphlet in another room that he would get for me if I wanted it. I said that I wanted it so he waved his card in front of a reader and punched in a code and left making very sure the door was securely closed behind him.

After he left I picked up my folder from the counter and saw a sign placed under the clear plastic that covered the counter. It read “Due to health concerns we cannot not shake your hand.” The pamphlet turned out to be merely an a cleverly worded advertisement soliciting veterans to enroll in their program of counseling.

I left the VA office with a warm fuzzy feeling and feeling really proud to have served my country. With that visit to a VA office I learned the true value of the veteran. To the operatives in the Veterans Administration, I am not a man. I am a thing … a chattel … a mangy veteran … untouchable because of health concerns.

Theory

People seem to come to hate anything they are absolutely dependent upon. The operatives in the VA seem to be contemptuous of veterans. They seem to be stuck in a dead-end job that is dependent upon people that have problems that have no solution. These people, these mangy veterans, keep showing up and asking questions for them to answer and they cannot; and with problems that defy solution.

The VA operatives soon come to understand that the mangy veterans are merely mindless human capital, to be herded and manipulated. Not to be touched, lest you get soiled or infected.

The veteran, as long as he sees himself as having value, can work through almost anything, be it depression, poverty, family problems, alcohol, drugs, even visits to the VA office.

If the veteran buys into his evaluation and treatment by the VA operatives, he will become just another mindless unit of human capital. When the veteran sees no value in himself and he has no hope of regaining any value to anyone save the VA, he must choose either slavery or death.

Some merely walk away and rebuild their lives on their own terms and refuse to be concerned with their “veteran’s benefits.” They see the trap set for those that ask for a benefit. They understand that the benefits are not an asset to be used to build on, but an invitation to be a slave.

The VA guaranteed loan is simply a loan to the bank of a unit of human capital, complete with all identifiers, guaranteed to still have productive capacity that can be used by the bank to create securities, to sell to investors.