Just in case the VA sleeps with one eye open to make sure my agrarian pursuits are not a flash in the pan, I present the Grahamcracker report. I have been busy prepping for spring as usual. This always takes me away from my VA claims work and I apologize. This year will be a banner one for Veterans on the Key Peninsula. I already held a tomato starts sale and thoughtful folks hereabouts donated $99.00 towards that several Sundays ago. Thank you.
With all the different flowers and fruit trees blooming, I’ve come to the conclusion a resident, on-site bee presence is going to be needed to ensure early spring pollination. I’ll have to add that to the greenhouse request. Hey! Speaking of which. I called the Prize Redemption Line at 800-827-1000 and complained mightily that VA had been funning me about finishing up my ILP request for the Greenhouse. If you remember, the last fiasco was that they claimed I never sent in the Form 9 within the allotted 60 days-thus voiding the Warranty. Well, we here at Asknod don’t get rolled that easily so we promptly whipped out the green card from our USPS and pointed out Clyde Klopperstad signed for it April 15, 2013. A mad search for it began and it was finally located at the BVA in DC in my decision for the 1994 date of claim. That was back in November 2013. Seems some confused fellow in Seattle “accidentally” thought the Form 9 for a ILP greenhouse appeal had something legally in common with Hepatitis C effective dates appeals and thoughtfully forwarded it to the BVA.
The latest is a compendium of “The dog ate the Form 9” followed by “My dear old dad just passed away and I had to take off for that”. No explanation other than the inadvertent revelation that it had actually been sitting on his desk for months while he wrestled with his conscience and the confangled new M-28 Manual for VR&E claims. Being born and bred a gfentleman, I decided not to call him on the obvious lie about having “lost” the claim for a protracted time if it had been residing on his desk these last months.
As almost no one other than Independent Living Program junkies would know, VA thoughtfully threw out all the old rules for ILP and instituted means testing, DNA testing, and covert VA Office of the Inspector General surveillance to make sure you really are as severely disabled as you claim to be. You get photographed laughing when you should be crying like Clinton did at that funeral and your goose is cooked, Jack. No ILP for you. You’re not mentally depressed enough and we have the video.
On a more serious note, I was also told that due to the most excellent points I had brought up in my Form 9, Mr. David Boyd, GS-14 ($110,047.00/ year), head of Seattle VR&E was (or had already) forwarded it to the Central Office in Washington, D.C. to allow more erudite minds to contemplate it and it’s implications to Vetkind. Seems this VR&E file is getting pretty well-traveled between Seattle and DC.
VA is gradually turning the IPL program into a former shadow of itself. Gone are the days of a snowplow attachment to go with your ILP tractor. Riding lawnmower? Shoot, bubba. You need to shag 40 lbs. Get out the push mower. You may even heal up from the DM2 if you loose 80. Reading through the BVA decisions in 2013, hardly anything came up. Vets are getting the message and not even applying. Why bother when the answer is pre-printed, pre-addressed and a foregone conclusion?
The good fellow gave me no idea when it might surface again but after four years, it almost has to be one of the oldest claims on the MMWR.
Enough of that. Look at Spring in the Northwest. Shoot, sounds like an advertisement for Salem cigarettes. Remember, you can click on any of these for a closeup. I pay extra for that.