A fellow blogger, impressed by the new series straight out of the legal files, and trying to help me spread the word, suggested this week that, in addition to opening up the blog to anonymous commenters (which I have done on a kind of trial basis), I "lighten up" on some of the "old guard" in Greensboro's blogosphere that have treated me so badly:
" . . . it's time to make this thing go national and you need to remain the sweet victimized doctor and not the attack dog they trained you to become."
It's good advice and I very much appreciate it, and I'd love for the national press to pick this up (as the local press is bought and sold), but the thing is I never wanted to be a victim - particularly of the poseurs and putzes that think they own Asheboro. I'm very angry that I was a victim. "Sweet" is not an adjective that's been used to described me since I was a little girl playing with dolls.
And it is just damned ridiculous that I've been in this blogosphere SCREAMING for help/justice for over four years and the people that should have lifted fingers a long time ago didn't . . . and still haven't.
I shouldn't have to be "going national" at all.
On that note, Sue Polinsky, original "Queen" of the "old guard" Greensboro blogosphere, ex-Converge South diva, and one of the people who enticed me to jump into the citizen journalism scene back in 2005 . . . after being blown off for two years by Asheboro's DA, came to Asheboro Thursday afternoon.
Of course, the relationship with Ms. Polinsky has been a bit rocky.
Sue shares photos of our fair town on her blog. What intrigues me is that she had cause to stop "at" Randolph Hospital before lunch (I'm surprised she didn't shoot the new shiny cancer center - instead of the old Fayetteville entrance that no one ever uses - guess she didn't consult with April Thornton first). And she dined at the Country Club later.
There's a "right people" connection there somewhere.
The GOP Headquarters must have been fascinating to her;)
I wonder if Sue went inside Randolph Hospital, and if she did, who she met with? I also wonder what she thinks of the new series?
When you think about it, I suppose my decision to plow through and publish what's in the old legal files could be a cautionary tale for folks like Sue and Ed Cone (of THE Cones) and Roch Smith, Jr. and John Robinson of the N&R (who have busted my chops for so long . . . who sliced and diced my psyche and my motives all over the ether . . . who de-linked and banned me . . . without asking a single *&^%$#@ question of the folks running Randolph Hospital - or the North Carolina regulatory & law enforcement agencies that let a good doctor fall through every crack of oversight).
If Sue Polinsky or any of her very important friends in the GSO blogosphere had been able to get over themselves, get past their partisan biases, and/or their famous last names, look the least bit objectively at my case, ask some SIMPLE QUESTIONS of those I accuse, and apply some of the standards of fairness and justice they seem to afford everyone else . . . then I might be able to have lunch in my hometown more often.
By the way, Sue. I never was much for the Country Clubs in Asheboro. They're over-rated.
Some things are just true. You might not want them to be true. And the truth hurts.
Be careful what you ask for boys and girls. You just might get it.
P.S. I am LOVING hearing from more and more of my former patients and colleagues. I am getting an earful and I am learning stuff that I always suspected, but could never confirm because of the cloud/climate of fear & oppression Morrison & Eblin created at the hospital in the wake of my departure. Keep 'em coming ladies and gents. My e-mail address is on my profile.
It's way past the time to get rid of these clowns.
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Who is Sue Polenta, or Pollock, or whatever she's called? I've been in Guilford County for years....never heard of her. She must not be too important, she had to go to Asheboro to get a meal in a country club. Heck, I can do that anywhere between Greensboro CC and the Old Town Club (in case Ms. Paddock, or whomever she is, doesn't know, that's over in Winston-Salem and quite possibly out of her league).
Dr. J, you are "sweet", just like the first few whiffs of cyanide gas. Give 'em a big dose!
It's a long story. And it's Saturday. I need to go get a hotdog at one of the down-East Mom & Pops. It's not the Asheboro Country Club, but I'll take it any day.
So I'm "sweet" like cyanide gas (LOL!)? Damn. I guess you'll be buying my lunch from now on;)
That brings back a way-back memory . . . from one of my Advanced Chemistry labs at UNC-G . . . when I got a whiff of the stuff wafting out from under a hood.
To this day, the smell of bitter almond (and cherries for that matter) makes me gag.
Damn. I guess you'll be buying my lunch from now on;)
As always, it is an honor and a privilge to dine with you. Please feel free to tell me when I can do so again.
And P.S. This just occurred to me. Since you don't know anything about Sue, I should warn you that the analogy you used will likely have her trying to paint us as anti-Semites.
Be forewarned. It's her MO.
And I will have none of it: http://drjshousecalls.blogspot.com/2006/07/beast-around-corner.html
Just so we're clear before it even starts.
Did you see how our pal Sue lost her (ahem!) cool?
I have to admit it: I LOVE aggravating the high priests and priestesses of the area blahgosphere. Over the top arrogance, conceit, and ego need to be countered by tactics that are not necessarily used in "nice company".
Sometimes, being the "attack dog" is the only way you can get some people's attention.
It's the figurative face slap that's needed and deserved.
I missed that one, Bubba. I don't know how or why I wound up on Sue's blog the other day. But I did.
Asheboro is my home. There are serious problems here. And, of course, "Dr. Sue" has treated me/like dirt. Let's face it, she's been just plain WRONG about a lot of things. Yet still, my story doesn't fit her notions of how the worlds works.
For a buck, she'll truck down to Asheboro and hob-nob with the right people and dine at the Country Club.
Then, as if she had found a different world thirty miles south, she'll post pretty pictures of places on the blocks where I've lived my life (and had my chops busted) on her blog.
My first impression of the post was that GSO's high and mighty "blog-mamma" had a good time "slumming it". Of course, my first impression is tempered by previous encounters.
I don't particularly enjoy agravating her (or any of the rest of the self-appointed kings & queens), but DAMNITALLTOHELL, I'm here and (as the David Wray fiasco has proven) they could've done a whole lot more to help me get the word out in a positive and constructive fashion.
As it is, I've been trained to be an attack dog.
So be it.
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