BVA–YOU CAN’T ALWAYS GET WHAT YOU WANT TIMES 2

Always remember the second half of the bridge- “But if you try sometime, you’ll find…you get what you need.” It’s the theme song of my VA litigation journey at VA. This is a great win for a poor, horribly disabled Veteran (now deceased) and his surviving bereaved widow who repeatedly got the poopy end of the VA punji stick. Sometimes I get nauseous reading AOJ rating decisions. The AI jargon in there oozes disdain and indifference to the widow’s plight. It’s plumb disrespectful.

In this case, Cheryl came to me with her husband’s long travails to get SC for the ALS that was killing him. This kind of law is my favorite. ALS, MD, MS, Parkie’s, leukemia, cancer- you name it. If it’s  killing you, I want to defend you. If he’s already dead, I want first stab at torturing the VA to make it right for you. The VA screwed me for 28 long years.

In Vietnam, we had a rather macabre sense of humor considering we could die at any time from incoming mail. A common phrase heard when a guy was charcoal was “If you’re dyin’, I’m buyin’. ” It meant if you’re going to die, “I’ll give you my last hit of Jack Daniels in my backpack” or “I’ll give you my last Marb Red and even light it for you.” Once they loaded you on the Dustoff and you were evac’d to the 312th at Chu Lai, you weren’t gonna be lightin’ up inside the hospital or dropping by the Class VI store.

When Cheryl came to me with Don, he was waaaaay into Jack Daniels country. I will say I fought the good fight for his Lou Gehrig’s disease but when I saw he’d been 100 for Prostate since 2015, I realized this was going to be the real financial lifesaver for Cheryl when he augered in.

Sure enough, Don checked out about 8 months later and my work really began. Today the song panned out- Cheryl got what she need. I only wish she’d found me about 10 years ago in 2015 and ol’ Don would have been R1 until ’22 when the ALS really began kicking his ass.

Could’ve, Would’ve and Should’ve ran in the 4th, 5th and 6th races at Golden Gardens as my daddy used to say. Que sera, sera. God Bless you and yours, Cheryl. I’m blessed to have been allowed to fight this one for Don and you. I can’t rightly say how many more of them I have left to be honest.

Check it out.

Redact BVA ALS win 1.30.2025

redact ex pgs Prostate 10182

redact L & R2 1.12.2026

As Wavy Gravy said one morning overlooking us in Max Yasgur’s back forty, “We must be in Heaven, man!”

P.S. and while I was writing this article, another piece of good luck rained down on one of my oldest clients. VA must hate him. I’ve had to buy two IMOs to get him to permanent and total. Everything we’ve ever filed was denied at the local Fort Fumble. He’s got a ton of frequent filer miles stacked up at the BVA. His is the absolute shortest BVA decision I’ve ever received. I got his other one back last week for a win all around. If this keeps up, I’m gonna have to learn how to shit ice creme and walk on water.

redact BVA Win No. 1 1.05.2026

redact BVA Win No. 2 1.12.2026

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MANSPLAINING THE ‘NEW’ VA AI

Several decades ago, back in about 1973, it finally struck me that the VA embraced the core tenets of the UCMJ. Rule number 1 is, of course, the Veteran is probably a liar or grossly exaggerating this- ergo he’s not entitled to the benefit. Rule number 2 is the old Murphy u-turn. If he is entitled, figure out how to go back to Rule number 1. Fortunately, things have changed in the succeeding years… or have they? 

With the advent of not only one war (Viet Nam) causing a bow wave into the future from 1965 onwards, our Great White Fathers in Congress decided in their infinite wisdom, to double down and do a new 20-year gig in Southwest Asia. Between the two of them, we even managed to throw in several Caribbean adventures and a test run in Kuwait.

So now we have a huge class of disabled Veterans. Because of the predicted, gradual tapering off of WW II  and Korean War Vets, VA quit building more hospitals and began bonus payments for denying. But we suddenly went into high gear in Southeast Asia before the expiration date on the leftover c rations. The rational conclusion to this tsunami increase would have been to hire more frontline raters as the numbers ratcheted up. But you don’t know the VA.

The old VA I know clung to the idea of paper records like they were the 10 Commandments handed down by God. They had the money to convert or ask for it. They had good examples to follow being used by other Agency-level organizations. Yet they chose to stay in the Dark Ages until nigh on to 2013.  Why? What could possibly be the benefit of delaying the inevitable? Did they suspect that computers would eventually be passé and we’d all revert back to paper?

Somewhere after that brain fart died and they were forced to go paperless, we reached a crossroads. The sheer volume of keyboarding needed, even though more rapid and advantageous, ran head on into the reality of the sheer volume of disabled Vets building up. Whereas in 1989, a rater hand-worked about 40-60 claims at any given time mostly in conjunction with another (with his own 40-60) and a medical doctor/rater as the overall supervisor. This constituted a “Board” at the local level. Average claims time? About 8 months.

With the advent of 1991, the VA engine of justice began to bog down with the new load  of Kuwait/Iraq boys right on top of the beginning of Nehmer and the Agent Orange gullywasher. But, as they say down in Texas, you ain’t seen shit yet, bubba. To add insult to injury, there were a whole new crop of us Hepatitis C Vets who were casualties of- yep- streamlining the  inoculation line in Basic with the jetgun.

Each wave of newly minted disabled Veterans started piling up on the last of the WW II/ Korea dudes. VA’s response was to increase everybody’s workload again. Congress was throwing money at it- but not in serious enough quantities… yet. VA was putting a lot of it into VHA to warehouse the damaged ones and build all the hospitals they neglected to build in the 80’s and ’90s. And then came 2001. Boy howdy, if you thought there was a backlog before this, you needed to listen to that sage from Texas.

VA tries. We must give them that. What irks me is the unwritten presumption of lying. While we are usually supported by our records in service -both medical as well as personnel, there are those of us whose records went astray. Some of us went TDY to places that qualify for AO but those records are gone too. Those Vets are screwed. No nexus letter invented can speculate about what doesn’t exist. Go back to Rule #1.

Which brings me to the present and the new AMA. VA is forced to adjudicate hundreds of millions of claims- still with about the same number or raters and worse- some of them are SVSRs, DROs, Coaches and VSCMs. They glance over this stuff, run it though the Artificial Intelligence decyphering device, write a brief synopsis and forward their “idea” of what direction they think the decision should go. That translates into “Deny if You Can. Grant if you Must.”  The orders are passed down to the next level for assignment to the E-2 Eleven Bravo 10 FNGs to “construct” with- wait for it- more AI. This is the well-known M 21-1MR (Manual Rewrite). As with the infantry, there are huge numbers of VSRs who quit due to the bullshit workload requirements while the GS12-14s just read and order them about.

To illustrate how AI can go horribly wrong, I’ve had the pleasure of taking these daisies up to the Board of Appeals. No matter that I show the gross error, few, if any, of the VLJs will take the bait and scold the idiots below. How about:

“It is less likely as not that the Veteran’s Tinnitus was caused by his Toxic Exposure Risk  Activity TERA). “

The Veteran’s total rating for his PTSD only caused mild incapacity and not a constant need for a&a.”

“You are already receiving a&a. therefore, your request for a&a is moot.”

Now think about this conundrum. VA has an M 21 quote that states “Generally, an award of 100% is the minimum prerequisite for entitlement to a&a. As you have no single rating for 100%, your claim must be denied.” But what happens when you file for being permanently and totally bugf–ky and they grant the 100%? Do they immediately write to you explaining your shiny new a&a rating and pay raise based on your brand new 100% rating? Oh hell no. By operation of law, that 100% malarky should cut both ways.

AI has taken the place of about 10,000 raters. Unfortunately, it is programed with the UCMJ dicta. Nowadays, we also have an ILER (Individual Longitudinal Exposure Record) in our c files. This, like the TERA, identifies your exposure to medical or other external influences which might lead to approval of a claim. But what happens if you were trained as a helicopter repairman and when you got to the Repo Depot in ‘Nam, they were short of door gunners. You were given the short course on the care and feeding of your Pig and shipped out to Camp English, the 1st Air Cav and a year’s free paid vacation.

Hundreds of law dogs have been caught out trying to build legal briefs using AI and have their programs begin to manufacture precedential cites out of whole cloth. Bad idea. But yet VA can crank out something that says “We agree you were exposed to JP 4 and other petroleum products associated with your military occupational specialty (MOS) of a fuels specialist but there is no evidence to connect this to your MDS (Myelodysplastic syndrome).”

Now, the obvious problem here is no nexus letter. VA knows full well that MDS is caused by benzene 99 times out of 100. But unless you present the medical link, they can play dumb. Again, this is pure AI. VA begins the claims process from the beginning utilizing AI. AI wants to see it written that the etiology of the MDS is JP 4 but no c&p nurse is going to write that. That’s not her job. She just measures what stage you’re at how many t8imes you puke in a 24 hour period.

Claims inflow at the Evidence intake Center (EIC) up in Janesville Wisconsin automatically sorts these things into three piles. New claims (526s), old denials coming in as new supplemental claims (995s) and NODs to the Board (10182s). A CUE filing is rejected and has to be processed manually but  goes into that huge pile of denials eventually.

It’s pretty obvious the average IQ of the real human beings at VA Veterans Service Centers (VSCs) and DROCs is borderline 100. Anyone with 120 plus will float higher in the ranks if they have the UCMJ mentality of Rule #1. This is amply confirmed by some of the Coaches’ notes I read in VBMS.

The obvious problem rapidly evolving is the total implicit trust put in what the AI computer generates as gospel truth. We are witnessing a new wave of rebellion at the local Regional level where Quality Control RVSRs are refusing to grant remanded grants coming down from the BVA because- hold on to your hats- it isn’t written in the M21.

For the uninitiated in this area of law, the M 21 is like the assembly instructions you get with your new flat pak IKEA™ bookshelf. The only difference between the two is the IKEA instructions will allow you to correctly assemble the bookcase. The VA’s version is more of an “If…then” model with each choice guaranteed to lead to a denial. Served in Viet Nam? Check. Has Respiratory cancer? Check. Is it a presumptive? Yes… but not so fast. He also has liver cancer so it might have come from the liver and metastasized to the lungs. Denied.

One of the newer techniques is to rephrase the c&p exams they send you to with a zinger. Is the Veteran’s loss of the use of his lower extremities due to Diabetes Mellitus II? The c&p clinician says hell yeah it is. It comes back to the rater and s/he says Denied. You do not have a diagnosis of loss of use of the lower extremities. The favorable finding of fact at the very end will inform you that you are service connected for… wait for it… DMII.

We are entering a new era of VA litigation with AI. I guess you could call it the Deep fake technique. You have to be a wordsmith to discern you’ve been bitchslapped by a computer. For those of you who can get a copy of their c&p exams, I urge you to examine what the medical opinion actually says. This is where you find the VA 3-card Monte trick. The actual question will be phrased as “Is the Veteran’s meniscus tear of the left knee at least as likely as not due to his exposure to petrochemicals associated with his military occupational specialty of generator repairman?”

Once you learn to read every work, no matter how innocently sounding, will you see what’s right before your eyes. Most Vets scroll down to the different choices of answers to find the “It’s less likely as not…” and go into a rage without even seeing the illogic of the underlying question. Garbage in. Garbage out. Now multiply that with two or three IMOs and they all have bogus off base questions asking for idiotic answers.

The last technique, which is older than me by a long shot is the inane “We reviewed your STRs and there is no mention of the fact that you suffered from Parkinson’s/heart problems/ lung cancer/DM II etc. during your period of active duty.” 100% correct. But they’re all on the presumptive list. A 996 HLR won’t fix this even though you argue yourself blue at the informal conference. The hearing officer just uploads it as a difference of opinion and they run it through the AI program for a shiny new retread denial. Going to the Board is basically your only recourse.

I suppose we could all write letters to Uncle Doug and ask him to fix it but they’ll probably run it through the same AI computer to decypher. Until we get back to the old computer attached to our necks, we’re doomed to superior denial technology-even with a well-reasoned nexus letter. If VA suffers a 74% reversal rate on claims at the Court and the Board finds 29% are wrongly decided, nobody at the AOJ is going to look under the hood of the AI computer to find out why it’s so frequently in error. Shoot. You gotta remember they want to go back to paper files.

 

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YOU DON’T TUG ON SUPERMAN’S CAPE

I guess I don’t need to tell anyone we woke up to an interesting development in the Caribbean this morning. Seems the U.S. elected to repossess Chevron’s stolen oil infrastructure from Venezuela. With the exception of two minor U.S. military casualties and a slightly damaged chopper, it was a nonstarter. Kind of like the old Roman colosseum scoreboard- Lions 5, Christians 0. But enough of that. You didn’t come here for a history lesson. Let’ talk about Emanuel.

Emanuel came to me in September 2025. He’s a Viet Nam Crayon Eater (Marines).  All he has is an Obamaphone™. No text. No video. He’d called up a bunch of NOVA lawyers and begged for representation. They all turned him down because, well, he’s already 100% p&t and none of the law dogs saw any money in helping him out. This sadly shows you how ignorant VA attorneys are regarding Special Monthly Compensation. He’s been in a nursing home now on and off, with side trips to VAMC Long Beach and Cedars Sinai ER, for three years. To me, that’s a crime all by itself.

DAV, his VSO, is ignoring him. The last time he contacted the rep in January 2024, they never even returned his call. So much for “free” representation. So he called us in tears and begged Cupcake not to hang up on him until she heard him out. I’m going to share his story here and build off Wes McCauley’s recent post on his website about “clearing out the backlog.”

So, to begin with, chew on this blog and then come back and watch in real time what happens when you have a bunch of sub-75 IQ VA gomers with about 3 weeks of training in litigation try with all their might to promulgate Emanuel’s January 2024 claim for aid and attendance and the ultimate bitchslap- leaving him hanging there waiting for 652 days.

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Doc-in-a-box coming to a Walmarket near you (courtesy of Wes)

So, here’s the gig. We (Cupcake and me) decided we couldn’t abandon Emanuel.  Since the DAV dipshit wouldn’t call him back, Em got his nurse at the Marlora Nursing home to complete a VAF 21-2680 for a&a. She screwed up and listed a bunch of not service connected (NSC) ailments on his claim. Sure enough, VA denied within one week. Being unsure what to do, he filed a CUE saying they denied without so much as a c&p. For several months, they’d call him or send him letters asking when he wanted the hearing disputing the denial.

Ol’ Emanuel is heavily medicated for pain so you could excuse him if he was a tad confused. When they called him again in July 2024, he thought they were trying to file him for hearing loss and told him he didn’t want that hearing shit-just the a&a please. They took that to mean he didn’t want the formal hearing, cancelled it and put the whole shiteree on pause. That’s about the time I pulled his POA and began trying to unravel this fustercluck.

First off,  the whole thing didn’t sit well with me. They’re not supposed to treat us severely disabled Vets this way. To impress upon VA that I wasn’t going away, I filed him in November for everything that should have been in the hopper- Parkie’s, IHD, Stage 4 Chronic Kidney disease, loss of use of the lower extremities, increase for PTSD, a&a etc. I filled in the Homeless section on the 526 but plastered my name, rank and tail number all over the contact data and figured that would get the ball rolling. Not.

Second off, I held the hearing with a LA Regional Office hearing officer. He insisted he wouldn’t do the hearing if the Vet wasn’t there so I had read him the regulation. I asked if we needed to get clarification from the OAR and he folded immediately. I had to point out that the denial of a&a in the January 2024 rating decision was reviewed in August and they DEFERRED it. So, right off, the claim was not a CUE. CUE begins 366 days after it’s done. It was still pending. VA promptly established an EP 930 claim for this and noted it was about 600-ish days old and conceded it needed to be looked at not as a CUE but as a live claim.

To be safe, since Emanuel had been an inpatient here and there for so long, I needed to get wheels on this pronto. Em was homeless. His landlord, having not seen hide nor hair of him for almost a year, took what few possessions he owned, set them on the curb in front of his apartment covered w/ visqueen and made the eviction complete. Emanuel found out about that several months later. To get this moving, I asked to have him flashed for homeless. They ignored me.

Wonder of wonders, about that time a psychologist from Loyal Health c&p calls me up trying to schedule the c&p because he can’t contact him. They’d scheduled 4 c&ps and he was a no-show for them all. The poor guys is so accustomed to the VA crew sending a meat wagon by to take him to the VAMC for regularly scheduled  visits, that he expected the Loyal Health guys were, too. I mean it’s not exactly a state secret that Emanuel is in a nursing home. So it follows that he doesn’t have transportation himself. How, exactly, they expected him to walk or wheelchair 36 miles wasn’t discussed.

So me and this psychologist feller set and talked a spell. We talked about all manner of things regarding my boy. Since I’ve probably read more shrink DBQs that this dude has ever written, I segued into a familiar patois of poor hygiene, persistent hallucinations and delusions, angry outbursts that occasionally required the elephant tranquilizer gun, lottsa pain meds for the blown knees/ankles, suicidal ideation and how he just wished it would all end. We talked about his divorce and estrangement from all his children. I told him I did 2 tours in Viet Nam, I knew what bugf*cky looked like, and ol’ Emanuel was certifiable. Bingo 100%.

Now mind you, all of this was true but depending on how you phrase the psychiatric symptoms, a judging crew of VA-hired psychologists would rate this like Dancing with the Stars- 50%-70%- 30%- 50%- 50%. This Doogie Houser Shrink decided I was credible as the POA and was adding a “wow”, “yesssss” and “oh I expect so” after about everything I cited to. Here’s the kicker. Emanuel had been at 70% since he filed in 1998. DAV had been telling him “don’t poke the Bear or they’ll reduce you” for the last 27 years. Shut the Front Door.

The formal VA hearing on the claim was about December 10 and I conveyed the emergent situation to Mr. K at that time. 600-odd days pending was a wee bit more than your standard 125-day claim time. Nevertheless, it was pure silence. After the December 20 chat with Emanuel’s shrink, the Homeless Flash finally popped up in VBMS but still no action. That Shrink I talked to never did talk to Emanuel. He gave him a 100% sight unseen.

I emailed the hearing officer on the 25th and asked whazzup? Crickets. Big huge, loud, Merry f**king Christmas crickets. Most folks who know me real well could probably predict the next suggestions. Yep. You don’t tug on Superman’s cape. You don’t piss into the wind. You don’t pull the mask off the ol’ Lone Ranger and you don’t wanna mess with me. Here’s how it began. As you can see, I shotgunned this on December 30th to the hearing officer (Mr. K RVSR) who was writing the rating. But I also cc:’d his Coach, the AVSCM, the VSCM, the 344 Regional Officer Director and… Secretary Doug…

Email to Secretary_Redacted

I got this the next morning when I logged in.

email answer_redacted

Right about here you’ll see what Wes and I are talking about and why the appeals numbers have skyrocketed through the roof. The EP 930 fully recognized that the claim for a&a went back to a rating for his kidneys in March 2024. Why, I have no idea. The August 5, 2024, rating deferred it but the actual request for a&a was January 24, 2024. I filed on November 7th and threw the a&a in again because I still had to do the hearing. So which one do you figure they’d choose for a date entitlement arose? See page 8.

RD 12.30.2025_Redacted

A quick look at his code sheet shows he’ll get bumped up to N½ anyway on Barry bumps but they didn’t even do that. This case is just one of many I’m doing right now that illustrates what Wes is discussing in his blog. Did you look closely and read that part where they say “We couldn’t give you the a&a because you didn’t have a single rating at 100% but shucks! Now you do so here’s your a&a bubba. ”

VA is so self-conscious about making errors that they can’t bring themselves to just admit their mistake. They’d rather make up some hokum VA M 21 quote and declare their hands were tied behind their backs right up to November 7th. Unfortunately, this little boner would cost Mr. Emanuel about 24 months times $500 per month worth of retro.  So that’s my Happy New Year Story for 2026. Emanuel thinks I shit ice cream and walk on water. I hate to say it’s just that after 36 years of this nonsense, I’ve seen every trick in the book. This one is older than the rater.

P.S. As FACs, you have no idea how much fun it was to get a “Troops in Contact” (TIC) call for Nape and hear things like…

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VA-YOU KEEP ME HANGIN’ ON

I loved that song by Vanilla Fudge. It sure describes VA law. I do so wish I had a better commo channel to Secretary Collins. I feel I could save the VA millions of dollars and speed up the claims process one hundred-fold. But this Blog is not a Santa Claus wish list for VA reform. It’s a weather report of what’s happening in real time to my clients, other clients of my good friends who share my vision of actually helping Vets and a seventeen-year ongoing report of purposeful VA delay and obfuscation. Yep. I started asknod in ’08. Time flies when you’re litigatin’.

I don’t bitch. I don’t complain. I don’t get mad. I get even. I win where others don’t- or can’t. I’m not sure why that is other than my proclivity to never give up. One complaint I hear from virtually every one of my Veterans is ” I gave up in ____ when I came home. I got my teeth kicked in and walked away. I’ve been to ___  VSOs and never got anywhere. After I managed to eek out a TDIU, I couldn’t interest an attorney to take my case for SMC. They all tell me I’m at 100% and there’s no money in it for them.” Sound familiar? That was me on trip #3 in 1994.

One thing in the new world of the Appeals Management and Improvement Act (AMA) of 2019 is what appears to be a big thrust into Artificial Intelligence (AI) to accomplish what should rightfully be a case-by-case investigation by a warm body. No two cases- nor two hundred or two thousand- will ever be alike. There simply is no template in existence which can accurately determine service connection for your disease/injury. Of course, every article written by AI also carries a disclaimer to the effect that you shouldn’t depend on this because AI is known to invent shit.

VA has taken to sending out for Acceptable Clinical Evidence (ACE) reviews of claims and purposefully asking for inane medical opinions which are a waste of time. How many times have I filed a claim for Aid and Attendance “due solely to PTSD” only to have VA send it out to VES/QTC/ Loyal Health and ask ” Is the Veteran’s need for a&a due to the combined synergistic effects of toxic exposure risk assessment to oil wells or other contaminants associated with his work environment or MOS? Please be sure to state you reviewed the entire claims file.”

The answer, as expected, is always a ‘no’. Burning human waste does not cause the need for a&a. $750 dollars spent on a FNP-BC to state the obvious. Bingo. Denied. If you’d like to disagree, please feel free to file a 996 HLR and wait 5 months for a phone call conference (informal) and another month for a new rating decisions saying “Hmm. You’re right, We see a duty to assist error and we’re going to send this out for another ACE A&A opinion.” Three months later, you get a shiny new denial based on the fact that you don’t qualify for it because… you do not qualify for it.

One of their latest ploys is simply to deny you based on what appears to be the ‘Thursday rule’- you weren’t born on a Thursday. They don’t send you out for an exam. They do not complete a VAF 21-2680 with you there at the c&p in person. Your denial simply says “A review of your files show you do not qualify for a&a.”

Or the newest one yet- “Please submit a VAF 21-2680 signed by your personal care physician or an RN after their name saying you need a&a. If we do not hear back from you in 60 days, we will be forced to close out your claim.” You go to your VA doctor and ask him to fill it out and he says “No way, dude. We’re forbidden to do that.” Problem solved, right?

I could go on but you get the idea. Here’s a classic example. Kenny has been denied more times than he can count on one hand for a&a. The reasons he didn’t qualify are a moving target. Most times, as here, VA simply says he missed it by thaaaaat much. But what, exactly, is ‘that’? It reminds me of “It all depends on what the meaning of “is” is.

VA errs when they fail to comply with §3.103(f)(5) and tell him what he does need- not what he doesn’t have that he needs. You’ll see this technique most of the time. The opposite conundrum is the “Favorable Findings” at the end of your denial saying “Dude, you like totally require a&a so you got that going for you.”

a&a brief redacted

The BVA granted because, well, Kenny is entitled to a&a. Nobody can deny that. But the Board doesn’t even discuss the illegality of the previous denials. They don’t acknowledge he’s been screwed since 2016. They don’t point out the only SMC rating requiring a true 100% is SMC S. They tell him the evidence is “in equipoise” as to whether he qualifies or not. Nine years wasted pursuing a chimera. It’s not that I have a silver tongue. It sure isn’t my good looks or my winning track record. All I asked for was that the Board give Kenny what he is due. And they did. Merry Christmas Kenny. Any comment as to why they screwed him for nine years? Crickets.

SMC A&A for Christmas_Redacted

Amazing, isn’t it? Nine years of denial and refusal to admit Kenny needed a&a was fixed in 8 short months with an 18-page, long-winded diatribe by a former Backseater FAC who graduated 59th in a class of 64. I’m not going to divulge the name of the attorney before me who had this for three years and accomplished zilch. He works for a well-known firm and has a killer reputation for winning tinnitus and hemorrhoids claims. You’d easily recognize his name.

As I’m fond of saying in my briefs, “But that is not the end of the matter”, check this one out. I’ve been working this in the same manner for a few years. I collect all my denials below at the Fort Fumble like a good little ignorant slut and go to the Board. Since them yahoos get about $131,700.00 (FNG) up to $183,400.00 (Senior SES) per year and have an actual Juris Doctorate (JD) from a name brand law school, you’d expect them to be proficient in the law. If they somehow aren’t well-versed, they still have about ten staff attorneys with JDs who are supposed to cover up their Judge’s ignorance with the latest updates on “how to” guidance issued by the CAVC.

Imagine my surprise when I got to the Board and VLJ John J. Crowley steps on his necktie, totally ignores Amy Odom’s masterful year-old Laska vs. McDonough precedence and denies Jimbo his SMC T because (wait for it)… he doesn’t qualify for SMC R 2. Once again, justice is thwarted and it’s off to the CAVC to beg for sanity. I guess I wouldn’t be so upset if Judge Crowley was an FNG but he’s a former USAF JAG. I’ve done a few rodeos with him in the past and he’s generally on point. How this one ended up going south beats me.  Here’s his Bio and Jimbo’s SMC T denial:

John Crowley

SMC T denied_Redacted

The truth is often stranger than fiction. The actual number of Veterans Law Judges (VLJs) at the BVA who are well-versed in SMC are an unknown. One thing for sure is that they’re rarer than hens’ teeth. They all talk a good spiel but the truth is evident in their (and their staff attorneys’) decisions. By rights, if you ask for loss of use of the lower extremities, they are supposed to grant (or deny) under §3.350(b)(1). I just got one back where they decided my Veteran was entitled not to loss of use bilaterally but to aid and attendance for his loss of use of his lower extremities under §3.350(b)(3). Go figure. How did dey do dat?

Merry Christmas

So, in my own inimitable way, I gave the Board all four rounds of #00 SMC buckshot I had in my trusty sawed off Remington Model 12- loss of use of the bilateral upper extremities, loss of use of the bilateral lower extremities, A&A due solely to Chronic Kidney disease (CKD) and A&A due solely to Multiple Sclerosis. Take your pick, bubba. Since Roger already had an a&a for his heart, this was a turkey shoot. One more L for any of the above listed SMC requests would automatically bump him up to O and from there to R1  lickityspit. This is  Kindergarten SMC 101 under §3.350(e)(1)(ii). Breniser v. Shinseki has been around since 2011.

2nd L for R1 _Redacted

BVA Veterans Rocket Scientist (VRS) Dustin L. Ware managed to stumble through what I was asking for but only came up with the SMC O. In all my thousands of trips to the BVA, every last VLJ has completed the project and awarded the kicker up to R 1- well, every one up to now but VRS Ware. Is it something in the water in DC? Is it gross ignorance at their staff attorney level? Are they smoking that high-test Mantanuska Thunderf*ck? Don’t they occasionally wander over next door to, say, Jedi Master Jonathon Hager’s office and  ask “Does this sound right to you, Jon?” If not, why not? Jez, no quality control at the BVA?

Now granted, the SMC Calculator has been broken since they inaugurated the new AMA in ’19. The VAOIG has already spilled the beans on that. But the same VAOIG explained the old Legacy SMC Calculator was, and still is, viable and works like a charm. The truth is simple. SMC hasn’t changed since it was created by Congress in 1946. You read that right. The problem is VA suddenly began reading it in an adversarial manner beginning in ’19. Funny thing is that was about the time I began filing SMC Ls and Rs in mass quantities. They had to purposefully set out to reconstruct it in the M 21 to say something entirely different than what it’s said for seventy three years.

Someone authorizes these SMC fig newtons of the imagination-but who? Remember that they told ol’ Roger he only gets one a&a so asking for another was a Bozo No-No? Someone also had to invent an M 21 cite that said you “generally” have to have a 100% rating for Parkinson’s or IHD in order to qualify for a&a. Not to actually win the SMC A&A, mind you, but just to qualify and get in line. So who’s in charge of writing the M 21? Inquiring minds wish to know.

In other words, someone in authority has to be making these pronouncements and their supervisors have to second the decision with an additional signature. If it goes over a buck and a quarter, it takes three signatures- one of which has to be at least the AVSCM. That kinda implicates a lot of supervisors, coaches, Veterans Service Center Managers (VSCMs) and Assistant Veterans Service Center Managers (AVSCMs) in an obvious coverup. As for the Quality Control Senior RVSRs, SMC errors speak volumes to their ignorance as well-or purposeful collusion in the error. We’ll discuss the mental paralysis above the neck of Quality Control folks on Barry bumps another day.

LS 15 Ban Ban July 1970

As I said at the beginning, I wish I could convey some of this accumulated knowledge harvested over the last 36 years to our new Secretary. He’s tasked with an ugly job of trying to accomplish more with less each succeeding day. I get that. Every day we read headlines telling us of VA orgies at VAMCs in Tennessee and disenfranchising homeless Veterans at the West LA  campus in order to accommodate a parking lot for a private school (Brentwood), the UCLA baseball diamond(s) and space to store all those Hertz Rental Cars. https://taskandpurpose.com/military-life/west-la-va-housing-veterans-appeals-court/

Let us all hope for a better New Year in 2026 and a SMC epiphany at the VA and BVA. And that’s all I’m gonna say about that.

  Adult VA humor:

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A WARM, FUZZY CHRISTMAS STORY

Folks who know me have come to expect I’ll always salt in some April Fools humor into any holiday. I was going to write a long, heartfelt story about one of my Vets but this is a time for joy and celebration. What the hey? We, or most of us, made it through another spin around the sun. Cupcake and I did lose eight clients to Agent Orange and cancers and that is regrettable. With any luck, Secretary Collins will discover the magic formula for accomplishing claims in a short(er) period of time and we can retire the term “hamster wheel”. Seems that hat trick has eluded every Secretary going back to Ed Derwinski. But harken nearer, my sisters and brothers and listen to a true story.

Allow me to introduce the time, place and characters to put it in better perspective. The setting is upscale southeast Bellevue, Washington- a posh, residential home several blocks up the hill from Lake Washington with a glorious view of the lake and mountains.

The time is pre-Christmas, 1987- maybe ten days before the celebration of the coming of Christ. Not only was this a Christmas party. It was also the culmination of Dick and Jane’s five-month remodeling job/housewarming party. I and my fellow workers were invited.

The Office

The major characters were Dick and Jane (names changed to prevent my being murdered)- the owners for whom we did the remodel, many of their friends who worked for Dick’s company, and two of my fellow blue collar construction buddies. John was a taper, plasterer and painter extraordinaire with an exquisite eye for detail. Bubba, my best friend, worked for me and was a  carpenter who could build anything. He was also a great drywall expert. If I wasn’t busy, John would borrow Bubba to help him catch up. I knew Bubba for almost three years before I found out his real name was Dave. He always asked to be paid in cash.

To give you an idea of Bubba, he was a dead ringer for that Gallagher guy with the sledge-o-matic who smashed watermelons up on stage. We’d be sitting at the bar at Happy Hour at our favorite watering hole and would frequently get free drinks when guys would come up and ask to get a picture with him.

As most of the folks there were stinking rich and driving Porsches, Bubba, John and his wife and I were all in a group talking by ourselves because we didn’t know any of them. We were dressed in our cleanest blue jeans and old high school sports jackets. Dick or Jane had introduced us in passing to some of their friends to boost business prospects but none had cornered us and asked for the inevitable guestimate “air bid” to do their kitchens…yet.

After several hours and way more than a few adult beverages, over comes a 35-ish looking, 126 lb. fox with her husband discreetly trying to impede her forward progress. She was grinning like the Cheshire Cat from ear to ear and had that 86 proof glow of purpose in every step. And she was headed right toward me.

Bubba and I were both single at the time- sort of. He had an on again, off again relationship with a gal but his PTSD was pretty bad. She could only take just so much of him. He was an 11 Bravo and walked point for his last six months in-country back in 67 to 68- including the Tet festivities. He preferred a Remington Model 12 to a shorty 16 and made up for it with about 10 hand grenades hanging from everywhere on him. This was back before the hierarchy decided WPs could be harmful to our health.

Me, I was dating Cupcake’s best friend. She was married to another at the time and all I could do was wait until she realized he was a total ditz and dumped him. I had to wait seven years for one of her (and my) best friends in Colorado to call me and tell me she was single again.  I know. It sounds like a retread of the Lovin’ Spoonful’s Better Make Up Your Mind but it wasn’t like that. But wowser that’s another story.

So here comes Mrs. I-work-out-at-Crossfit with the husband waterskiing behind her up to our circle. “Hi. I’m Marcy and this is my husband Tom. We were just talking to Jane and she said you’re the General Contractor on this beautiful house. I introduced them to the rest and conceded I was the one. I foolishly offered a “I take it you’re in the market for a makeover on your place, too?”. “Well, not exact-ly…”

She moved in closer like -you know- almost intimate closer and jumped right in. I’ll never forget she was wearing one of those Madonna-type bras and dang near had me speared with both barrels. She starts out looking down coyly but fairly loudly so everyone in our vicinity could hear and screeches out ” So I hear you served in Viet Nam, huh?” She done caught me flat-footed. That was the absolute last thing I expected to come out of her brain.

The room around us went quiet. So lame me throws in yep. Ol’ Bubba was too and he sure had it worse than me. Before I could end the vowel, she laid it out in three-part harmony like it wasn’t the first time and says “So tell me, how could you bring yourself to kill all those innocent women and children? Huh? Explain that to all of us. I’m sure we’d all like to hear.”

By now, I had gin and tonic- flavored spit all over my face after her primal screams, so I backed up a tad and paused. I was getting ready to launch the truth and explain most of the gooks I’d toasted were definitively male judging from 200 or so feet above them while flying over. But you know that April Fools gene. I looked over at Bubba with a twinkle in my eye and the beginnings of a smile but he was already shaking his head “Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooo”.

Now, Bubba and I liked to go to Viet Nam movies but not to bathe in the blood and guts and relive painful memories. We’d go out to dinner and have a few and head out to the movie. We’d sit about mid-theater and critique them out loud in real time. With popcorn and co-colas. Bubba’d  say something like “That’s so bogus. Look at the safety. It’s on. How you gonna mow them slopes down like that?”  I guess you could say we spoiled it a bit for the others. ETOH can do that to you. But so can serving in the Nam.

Bubba and me had recently gone to see Full Metal Jacket and I remembered that line from the doorgunner in the H 34 chopper talking to Private Joker. So, without further ado, I looked her square in the eye and cheerfully explained. “Well, you see Marcie. It’s far easier than you’d imagine. Women and children don’t run as fast as the men so you don’t have to lead them as much-especially when you’re shooting on full auto.”

 

Well, that kind of put a fork in it. Everyone moved back a few steps from us and nervous conversations and the glances began in whispers. Marcie started crying and her husband put his arm around her and walked away glaring back at me. Jane came over and suggested maybe it was getting late and we both had a long, long, looooong way to drive to get home so thank you soooooo much for coming and we hope to see you again soon. The only thing missing was a Thank you for your Service but it would be a few more years until they broke out the parades for us and came out with that inane “Welcome Home” shit like we just got off the Freedom Bird.

What’s weird about the whole party shindig thing is it didn’t generate a single job lead for any of us. Go figure. I saw several guys there who almost busted out laughing and had them pegged as potential work. In years since, I’ve always gotten a chuckle over the look on Marcie’s face when I said that. I sort of got a sneak preview of what she was going to look like in 30 years-a mass of wrinkles and runny mascara.

So that’s my story and I’m stickin’ with it. Merry Christmas and Thank You for Your Service. Y’all come back now. Hear?

P.S. Ed the LURP sent this in. I love the soundtrack.

https://vidmax.com/video/236272-this-was-the-moment-this-thief-realized-he-picked-the-wrong-address

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VA’s ASYMMETRICAL LAWFARE

Definitions from Oxford Languages

a·sym·met·ri·cal
/ˌāsəˈmetrək(ə)l/
adjective
  1. having parts that fail to correspond to one another in shape, size, or arrangement; lacking symmetry.
    “the church has an asymmetrical plan with an aisle only on one side”
    • having parts or aspects that are not equal or equivalent; unequal.
      “the asymmetrical relationship between a landlord and a tenant”
    • involving surprise attacks by small, simply armed groups on an opponent armed with modern high-tech weaponry; involving asymmetrical warfare.

      “an asymmetrical response to aggression.

      Jez, wouldn’t it be cool if we could go one step further and upload this concept into the brains of VA personnel and explain it’s terribly adversarial, Veteran un-friendly, and passive aggressive in nature? What I’m talking about is a spinoff of fellow VA Agent Wes McCauley’s recent article  on the subject of VA choosing to misinterpret any and all efforts at communication in a sane format.

      Imagine some of these calamities befalling you. You file a supplemental claim as described below to the chowderheads at the VA Puzzle Palace after your new win at the BVA. They managed to give you one tenth of what you deserve but, because of  Encarnacion vMcDonough, 36 Vet. App. 194 (2023), you have to get a new denial at Fort Fumble first before you pitch a bitch about it up at the Board again. Nobody explained that to you. So this costs you about 3 months before someone in DC sends you a letter canceling your 10182 Appeal.  If this seems like a similar  déjà vu of the old “Hamster Wheel”/Delay, Deny, until We Die technique, you’re not imagining things.

      So the “game” is you send in the right form (here a 995) and they cancel your claim by saying you used the wrong form. Proceed to GO!. Do not collect $200. Roll the dice again correctly. Submit the 526 form and wait two weeks to find out that, too, was the wrong form and your claim still has not been established. The new letter says you need to submit a 995. Grrrrrrrr. So now VA just gained six weeks of reprieve funning you about which form to use.  They also just screwed you out of two months of compensation in case you didn’t notice, too…

      I don’t get mad and I don’t play this game. I have access to the VA Rolodex. I look up the shit-for-brains who did this and straighten his/her ass out. It’s about as useless as screen doors in submarines to do so- but… it builds the foundation of stupidity I need to take it up the ladder and find a warm VA body with an IQ over 100 and the authority to fix it for me now- not in six weeks. Here’s a recent example.

      VA -me emails.

      Let’s look at another scenario. You’re in a nursing home in Anaheim recuperating from _____________ and they schedule you for a c&p 95.3 miles away in San Diego for your A&A claim. You have a VA-issue “Obama” freephone  that does basic voice. No text. No video. You never got the phone call from QTC™ because you were in Physical Therapy at Marlora and they make you turn off all phones during aqua therapy. Of course, your phone isn’t waterproof so it’s unlikely you’d have it in your pocket while swimming. Probably even worse, VA wrote your email address on the C&P Exam request wrong so you’ll never get an email.

      VA marks you down as a no-show. You get sicker and now have been in Marlora for over a year. They’ve scheduled you three times for a c&p but you keep failing to show up and you’re so well medicated for pain you thought it was VA calling about a claim for hearing loss- not the hearing you scheduled for CUE on the A&A since September 2023.

      It took me an hour of talking to the QTC Booth Bitch to even get her to transfer me to her supervisor. It took me 5 minutes to convince the Supervisor that ol’ Emanuel was not going to rise like Lazarus from his wheelchair and jog down to San Diego for the c&p. Three years wasted to resolve something so simple.

      Now imagine this. Ol’ Emanuel above knew there was some kind of hanky panky afoot when he entered the nursing home back in Spring of ’23.  He’d heard rumors of SMC. He and some of his more astute buddies had a laptop or a tablet and they’d found asknod. They knew there was way more to VA comp $ than VA or DAV were letting on to. They were on the hunt for what was in Monty’s Cookie Jar behind Door #3.

      Emanuel had filed for a&a on a hunch when he entered Marlora. VA smartly asymmetrically denied him because a)- his nurse had filled out the 2680 but put down a bunch of non-service connected disabilities ; b) he’d used an outdated form; and lastly, c) He failed to show for the c&p he didn’t hear about. They did accept the HLR claim but had denied it on January 20, 2024, faster than you could say Jack Robinson.

      Emanuel sure got that denialgram from VA and DAV filed a CUE saying, well, we’re unsure what they said. And then the funniest thing happened. They called him up asking about when he wanted the hearing. Once again, in a Dilaudid Daze, he said he’d never filed a claim for hearing loss. All he wanted VA to do was grant his A&A claim. Here’s the January 2024 denial (number 3).

      No A&A for you, sir.

      The VA “technician” interpreted this as a cancellation of the desire for a hearing and promptly put it in the cold file. A year went by and ol’ Emanuel was like a teapot on the stove coming to a boil. He felt he was such small potatoes that I would never talk to him or accept his POA. Perhaps worse, every VA attorney he’d called said it was a waste of time and to get lost. But he finally called anyway and we cut the representation agreement this Fall. I got a date for the hearing and called QTC to get my boy in the queue for a c&p in the nursing home.

      I did what nobody at VA had thought of. I did a forensic chronological dumpster dive on Emanuel’s A&A claim. Turns out he’s been spinnin’ the A&A Wheel of  Fortune for quite some time. That makes it a continuously pursued claim. But of even more import was that this dustup with Emanuel’s claim wasn’t a CUE at all. It was still a pending claim…

      Most all of you (VA and even Berta over at Hadit.com included) seem to think that if VA pulls a boner, it’s an automatic CUE. Newsflash. It is not. It’s a mistake. A CUE is something that was decided over a year ago and no AED paddles ever invented are going to bring it back to life. Your only hope is to file that motion to revise based on CUE or find some old Army medical records that have never seen the inside of the NPRC or your claims file. That’s a §3.156(c) claim but it’s story for another day. Or, keep it alive by continuing to fight. Or ask for a hearing…

      After Emanual told the VA “expert” that he didn’t want a hearing (claim), said expert promulgated a new rating decision and put that a&a on hold. In VAspeak, that’s called “deferred”. A claim deferred is also called a pending claim. A claim remains pending until there is some evidence it’s been decided. Pending claims have been known to go unnoticed for decades. That’s why I love VBMS. VA screws up and VBMS pours concrete around it to preserve it for posterity-even if it isn’t decided.

      A&A deferred

       I had my delayed hearing for Emanuel’s CUE and the Hearing Officer was adamant that we could only talk about the January 20, 2024,  rating decision that Emanuel and DAV had called a CUE. I’ve met narrow-minded people at VA but I’ve always prided myself on my ability to “draw the picture” for them. Felix kept going back to the 1/2024 decision and asking what the CUE was because we are required to prove it’s a failure to apply the right regulation or that the evidence was not before the adjudicator. Then we have to prove the error manifestly changed the outcome.

      I had to take him on a guided safari of §3.105(a) and explain a CUE is a final decision. Dead. Done. Fini. Mort.  Moat Lao. A pending claim, on the other hand, is a “live” claim. The August 5, 2024, rating decision put this puppy on ice until either VA figured it out or Emanuel did. It took me one and one half hours (0900 to 1030 HRS L) to get a concession out of Felix that we couldn’t very well discuss a CUE until we had a final decision to CUE. Then I pointed out all the things Emanuel cannot do including the fact that he’s in (wait for it) a nursing home where they are doing a&a for him.

    These tales are just a small sampling of how VA wastes your money and time as a taxpayer- and our time as Veterans or litigators. How about you file a claim for PTSD and you deployed to the Sandbox?  VA is going to pay QTC/VES/LHGS about $615.00 to do a Acceptable Clinical Evidence  (ACE) review on your records (without you there in person) and determine that exposure to Burn Pits did not cause your Bent Brain. Result? Denied. But you filed for it based on your Purple Nurple and the CIB. Tough shit.  If you file a 995 and complain a week later, $10 bucks says they’ll tell you to file it on a 526 a month or six weeks later.

    Welcome to the new Appeals Management Act and the “supplemental” PACT Act that purports to clean up the Agent Orange and Burn Pit shit. If this doesn’t convince you to hire an accredited VA representative to help do it, then you must enjoy failure. Even the much-vaunted Claims Sharks Sherpas cannot fathom the depths of this kind of asymmetrical lawfare. I love it. I conducted a-sym warfare for 2 years and it’s the only game in town. Or, as Forest Gump put it- stupid is as stupid does.

    As it’s Christmas, or nearly so, I’d like to wish all of my readership the best of the season and hopes for a heapin’ helpin’ of the same next year. We’re still batting a .1000 on SMC claims and Appeals at asknod so all of you waiting take heart. We always win because, well, we’re right and they aren’t. That’s why I compare it to fishing with hand grenades or 40% DuPont Stump dynamite.

    P.S. I reckon y’all have heard we’re having a long spell of rain and a lot of flooding. One of my local readers sent this in.

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VA-WHO DETERMINES THE EFFECTIVE DATE?

Happy Thanksgiving to you all. I hope this finds you and your significant other in good health. Or if you live in lower Utah, ditto to your significant others. Since we don’t ostracize anyone for their religious/political beliefs or pronouns, we have managed to evade a lot of flak from those who take umbrage with us. Other Veterans help sites use the forum model and open themselves up to all manner of participants. And  no, I’m not schizophrenic and think there are more than one of me. We is Cupcake, Pickles and the horses. But now we’ve grown. We took on a few kitties to avoid them going to the gas chamber. Meet Coconut. Rainbow is a recluse..

Pickles and Coconut

I’ve even found a way to make peace with our resident Karen down in Melbourne Florida. She means well but obviously her upbringing was decidedly liberal. As Winston Churchill once said “They serve also who only stand and wait.” I’d add to that and say “for someone to say something that offends them.”  The world is populated with those who do… or do not do. To try is to fail. Trying implies ultimate defeat. Which is the subject of my diatribe today.

Going to work for VA in a GS-level position rather than an SES-level is immaterial. You’d think that Batchelor’s Degree you got in Haircombing 403 from Harvey Wallbanger University would be just the ticket to success. It probably will be if you’re willing to sell your independence to the VA for 20 years.

Let’s look at VBA “examiners”. This is a misnomer. A  VA claim, when it becomes “secondary ready for decision”, is assigned to a Coach. A Coach is a 10-year, delay and deny specialist. He makes the call as to grant or deny. If it’s “clean”, he sends it out to the Quality Control Freak. They/she/he send it through a computer program to search for a defect which might result in a too-high rating like SMC M instead of an L ½. Then, after 4 Quality control inspections, it goes back to a 14-year RVSR who probably will never make Coach for yet another gander. Finally, after incorporating six mistakes into the proposed rating, they hand it off to a 75 IQ VSR to write up. He uses the M 21 Adobe fill-in-the-blanks program and writes the decision. This is why the decisions read like Dick or Jane authored it. And guess what? The effective date will almost always be wrong and never in your favor either. Shut the front door.

This is what concerns me. Most Veterans, and their VSO representatives, are so overjoyed to get the dang thing done- and any rating- lowball or otherwise- that they don’t pay much attention to the date the VA assigns. VA is guaranteed to screw you out of a lot of money on this. The VSO dude will say “Don’t make waves by poking the Bear.” Funny. That’s what Combat Louie always used to say. It’s also what Ron Peterson, my DAV VSO rep said in 1992 when the Seattle RO handed me my 0% for tinnitus.

VA knows most of you are timid and not ones to confront authority. They hand you poor service, delayed medical care and interminably  long waits to grant your claims. An incorrect effective date is part of their criminal pattern. Their mantra is if the Vet don’t bitch, it’s the correct date. Right?

Let me give you an example. I represent Chris who filed in ’72 for getting hit by a jeep out on the PSP at An Khe one afternoon during a hot refuel of their Huey gunship. VA gave him a pair of Zeros and he got the standard ‘leave the bear alone” speech. Finally, in 2015 after he was still 0%, he figured it out and began filing. We finally got VA to go get his records down at Ft. Hood at the Wm. Beaumont Hospital in 2018. They granted each and every thing I filed Chris for but repeatedly granted on the date filed. They just ignored my §3.156(c) requests as if they didn’t exist.

The first admission of 1972 finally took place in DC and VLJ Evan Deichert agreed wholeheartedly. We got the grants for the disputed items (bad back with radiculopathy into the lower extremities) and Fort Whacko Texas immediately gave him the 2015 original reopening date even though the VLJ had granted 1972.

Back to the BVA for the 1972 date. I wasn’t going to waste time on a HLR. On remand, Fort Whacko yet again showed their prowess in ratings capabilities and lowballed him using the 2023 Diagnostic codes- not the 1972 codes in use at the time he filed. Yep. Back to the BVA. We didn’t get Deichert but we did get a high-IQ VLJ who agreed with my diagnostic codes. Back to Ft. Whacko. But Honey chile we’re not done yet. Oh, hell no.

One of the things we argued in front of Deichert for was a compensable rating for the hole in the roof of Chris’ mouth from the cheekbone falling out a few years after the shoddy 1968 surgeon’s work down in the heart of Texas. The other was for a&a- not Housebound but specifically for §3.350(b)(3). SMC L, babycakes. During each one of those above BVA expeditions, we kept doing the old granny thing in the drive thru at Burger King with “where’s the a&a beef?”. The VA raters would look up at the ceiling and mumble “oh. Yeah. That SMC. So it was no surprise when they finally handed out the shiny new SMC at the S rate. Yep. Back to the BVA.

Most Vets would have gone to the water closet room to shit or go blind permanently by the second trip. Not me. This turned into a pissing contest and each time I went back to the BVA, they’d AOD me and crank out another killer decision each time.  No remands for a duty to assist. Hell, one of the VLJ gals even went into capital letters to bold it just in case the Rocket Boys in Waco were suffering the illness for which there is no sympathy (hangovers) and needed more guidance. And then what?

Yeppers. Fort Whacko welcomed us back with- “Here’s your a&a dickweed and the effective date is July 25th, 2025- the date we got the remand back from the VLJ. Now get lost, bubba”. Roger that. File a new 995 and ask for the real date. This time, Ft. Whacko gave us a resounding Oh Hell no– a giant big step up from the traditional ‘no’ we’d been getting. Back to the BVA again for the correct date. I’d pointed out November 2018 as the date the Psychologist said he went plumb bugfucky and the TBI examiner suggested to his wife Robin that she might consider outfitting him with one of those dog shock collars when they went out in public.

Once again, as expected, our friends at the BVA were happy to see us to grant anything I put in front of them. By now, this must have provoked some betting on how soon his next appeal would arrive. We’re on #7 now, I think. Last but not least, we asked for that rating for a hole in his mouth. They sent him out for umpteen c&p exams and the actual oral surgeon who did the dental exam said “Whoa, dude. That’s waaaaaay past dental shit. We fill holes in teeth-not holes into the sinus cavity.” The experts at Fort Whacko took this to mean Chris wasn’t entitled to anything more than that 1972 rating at Zero percent for his broken jaw because… well because the jaw bone is all healed up and I guess they think he should have filed for a hole in the roof of his mouth back in ’72. You know VA ratings. They simply say “you don’t quite qualify” but don’t explain the secret handshake to win.

Back to the BVA. But this time we got a decision that agreed with the Puzzle Palace in Texas. Nope. The jaw was healed. Zero is the number and counting of the rating shall be Zero. Neither shall thy count NSC nor shall thy count 10%. Well shit. Who you gonna call? Ghostbusters? No sir. You go to the CAVC and ask them why a hole in the roof of your mouth is noncompensable and better yet- why they don’t use a different diagnostic code if broken jaw ratings don’t take roof holes into account.

You don’t have to be member of Mensa to figure out what was, and still is, going on here. Effective dates are just the tip of the iceberg. VA tried like the devil to bury the 1972 §3.156(c) date and hoped we were just a couple of country bumpkins who couldn’t light a fart. Each time we prevailed, they figured they could still roll us like a drunken sailor at 2 AM on the effective date. Then the diagnostic code scam. I’d guess they’re plumb shitting bricks trying to figure out how much a hole in your mouth back to 1972 is going to set them back. But that is not the end of the matter. Ol’ Chris  (through me) hasn’t even begun to discuss his Barry bumps yet. We’re waiting for them to crank out the 2018 SMC L a&a rating and close out the claim first.

Another thing is the downstream effects of these retro claims. VA has now awarded Chris over 30% back to 1972. Actually, it’s 50%. We scalped them for that already but what about Wife No. 1, 2 and 3 and all the dependent children who grew up eating nothing but bread crusts and water? Right. We filed for that back in January of this year. VA put it into cold storage and doesn’t quite know where to start… or whether they want to.

So, the score after ten years is pretty impressive. Chris hasn’t yet gone out and bought an Electric Hummer for a buck and a half yet… but he could without even cutting into his 401K. He was a CPA. Chances are they’re still driving a 2001 Kia with the smaller 4-cylinder engine. I’m guessing it has about 205 K on the odometer and bald tires, too.  But for them this isn’t just a Happy 2025 Thanksgiving. It’s been a happy year and we’re still throwing rocks at the front window of the David Koresh Memorial Regional Office. Sometimes life hands you lemons. I know. I got 28 years of them- a veritable shit ton. The repair order is simple- you just need to find a good VA representative with bartender skills to mix in vodka, a soupçon of Cointreau and make Lemon Screwdrivers out of them.

 As an aside, John and Ray have asked me to join them this Wednesday next- the day before we give thanks for all our blessings, for a video Zoom show on Exposed Veterans. The time is the same as on Thursdays- 1900 hrs east and 1600 hrs out here on the wild and whacky west coast. If I didn’t know any better, with all the crazy shenanigans afoot these days, I’d swear old Dr. Timothy Leary was out here spiking our public water supplies with LSD. Good thing I have a well, huh?

https://riverside.fm/studio/exposed-vet-productions?token=5fd0e978d400ad0429f2f297687213271459bdc9

And lastly, I wish to thank all those who have, or will, put their trust in me and let me spank the VA for their sins. I can’t begin to tell you how blessed I feel to be allowed to do this. As John Belushi observed, “We’re on a mission from God”.

P.S. the LRRP sends us the usual humor fresh from Oregon (where else?).

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FOR ENFILADING FIRE, ALWAYS PLACE YOUR PIGS ON YOUR FLANKS

I know. That title sounds pretty onerous but it was a wise piece of advice in the 60’s that carries over into the litigation world. Meet Roger the chef. Roger enlisted in June of 1964 just in time to enjoy a year’s vacation in Sunny Southeast Asia. As most know, being a cook doesn’t mean you’ll never have to pick up your 16 and defend your base. Nevertheless, Roger did manage to avoid becoming a full time Eleven Bravo in everything but name only. Roger lives down near Biloxi, MS and has for a long time. He came to me because he’d hit the wall. No matter what he did, VA thwarted him. Stir in Multiple Sclerosis and you got me hooked like a smallmouth with a Mepps No. 2 through his lip. Read on.

Roger lived a good life and worked hard. Then, in 1989, he began to come down with MS. VA said it wasn’t on the Agent Orange list and to get lost. What he did have was a shit ton of other diseases that were on the list so it made sense to every one of his doctors except the VA’s Benefits Administration doctors. Long about 2019, Roger’s Chronic kidney disease  (CKD) which wasn’t on the AO list either, began to go south- most likely due to nasty DMII and tons of peripheral neuropathy. By now, Roger was stove up pretty bad from the MS and had gotten his wheelchair driver’s license. Sure enough he had the Diabetes but VA said No way that CKD has anything to do with DM II. It’s caused by HTN and McDonald’s. Claim denied.

Roger found me back in 2023 and after I did a LRRP on his claims file in VBMS, I constructed a perfect horseshoe ambush to draw them Raters into. Allow me to explain. In all my years of doing this, I’ve spotted VA’s technique to prolong a claim out a few years. Yeah. You’ll win sometime in the future but not this year, bubba. We’re in the delay and deny mode. Here’s how it begins. You go down to them chuckleheads at the DAV or AmLeg and they file something longer than a 18-wheeler and claim you for everything but your funny bone. Here, Roger filed for CKD and DM II and a bunch of other things. A big-ass bunch of other things including IHD. VA denied the CKD first, because… well, because they can. Shoot. That’s Duh!101 dude. Then they granted the DMII and IHD due to Agent Orange. He refiled for the CKD due to DMII as a secondary and they promptly 86’d it and said no- it was HTN.

First thing was Roger needed more $. He needed to get into R1 pronto but VA kept short-sheeting his bed. His house need a SAH grant. He needed an automobile grant. His wife needed a&a, too. God Bless Mednick Associates. They built a rock solid IMO and we finally prevailed at the Board the next year on his MS. Now, I had to do some sweeping up. I tried to go for the Loss of use as well as the Barry bumps but that pancaked for lack of a true diagnosis of loss of use. I was pretty confident- maybe too confident. I’d snagged the A&A for the IHD but they weren’t granting any more Ls or even Barry Bumps.  This time I was going for a second a&a.

So, while I’d been reconnoitering his efolder, I spotted that CKD≠DMII and devised the perfect ambush. I just knew if I filed him for the CKD again along with the HTN, they’d just deny the CKD and then grant the HTN under the PACT act. These bozos are very predictable.  So I did the HTN and got the grant about a week later. A Zero % of course but I planned on that. Next, I filed a supplemental for the CKD as a secondary to the HTN and used VES’s very own DBQ and medical opinion from 2019 for my IMO. I wish you all could have watched their gears grind to a halt. It was textbook shit or go blind. After about a month, with nothing for it, they had to grant. I mean, they’re the ones who opened their fat yaps and blamed it on the HTN, not me.

So Rog pulled an 80% out of that and then it was off to the SMC races. I started pumping  claims  into the chamber and held the release down while racking that slide back and forth and shot that magazine dry. You know what that does. It’s like poking a hole in one of them big wasp nests hanging off the barn. Every Tom Dick and Harry came flying out of the Jackson RO and formed up shoulder to shoulder. I’d gotten into a little bugtussle with them back in ’18 and almost got thrown out on my ear. I doubt they’ve forgotten that. Here I’d put the triple whammy on them and they were gonna show me. I’d hit them with Loss of use of both uppers and lowers as well as a double aid and attendance for the CKD and the MS. Holy shit Batman. I reckon they put every GS 14 swingin’ dick they had on this. The VBMS Notes section read like a Coach’s convention.

So they decided to just outright cheat. They started manufacturing VA regulations out of whole cloth. I mean, what could they do? They walked into this like babes in the woods. That’s why I chose the title about enfilading fire. You throw out the bait and they take it. Then they just run into the evidence they built. We called M 60s Pigs not because they were heavy or a bitch to keep working. They positively inhaled ammunition. In today’s parlance, it’s a .308 calibre and you can cut trees down with them. Used to be when the gooks heard that chainsaw fire up, they all kept their heads down. No banzai charges or excessive shows of valor.

The interesting thing you’ll note in the BVA decision is the whole big argument about “one a&a to a customer” was blatantly ignored.  The BVA hierarchy can’t have their Board Members calling the Secretary and his worker bees ignorant ladies of the night and raised by wolves.  Instead, the VLJ put on his blinders and focused myopically on the wheelchair thus ignoring decades of SMC precedence and §4.63 to declare he was wheelchair-bound thus proving beyond doubt that he had loss of use. This should be a teaching moment for all of you in this predicament. The correct cite is Hime v. McDonald, 28 Vet.App. 1, 7 n.1 (2016) . You can actually use BVA decisions to illustrate a point of law.

Here’s the reading list.

redacted RD 9.15.2025

Redacted 10182 filed 9.25.2025

Redacted BVA R1 11.6.25

I’m waiting on the Jackson 5 down in Mississippi to screw this up in their rating decision and only grant the O. Right now, they have all their coaches on deck pondering that SMC O and not knowing how to convert it to R1.  All they know is the SMC Ratings calculator doesn’t work after SMC M. But what does this say about the VLJ? Why didn’t he complete the SMC formula and take it to §3.350(h) an it’s natural conclusion? My guess, and it’s pure conjecture mind you, is he’s a former Marine JAG and he ate the crayon before he finished coloring in the decision…

Life is good. So is Elk meat. A happy Veterans Day was had by all. I passed on Applebee’s again for the free meal. They don’t have single malt scotch in their bar. The rain has been heavy and in copious quantities so the folks in California have been choosing other states to emigrate to. Boy howdy if them chowderheads ever discover we don’t have forest fires and power outages every afternoon, we’re gonna get flat overrun. Too bad it’s against the law to set up a horseshoe perimeter at the border on I-5 and place Pigs on both flanks of the Bridge…

P.S. LRRP humor from Ed.

 

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THE SMELL OF NAPALM IN THE MORNING

I reckon the only folks who would remember that phrase are diehard Apocalypse Now movie buffs or those of us who actually smelled it. I suppose it goes hand in hand with the old saw “”For those who have served, freedom has a taste — and a price — that the protected will never know”. There are many iterations of P. McCree Thornton’s fabled phrase but they all convey the same sentiment. Personally, I get way more goosebumps out of the fourth stanza of the National Anthem. As for napalm, it really just smells like burnt gasoline-lots of it. As for those of us who raised our right hand and swore to defend our Motherland? Try selling yourself into slavery for a few years and then report back and share your sentiments. The rewards of that service can never be measured in free meals at Applebee’s™.

Veterans are a special breed of human. Perhaps that’s why we’re becoming as rare as hen’s teeth. When there isn’t a draft or a war requiring a shit ton of young men and women to fight, the services actually have to devote an inordinate amount of time and energy trying to recruit sufficient numbers of souls to sign up. I get that. You’re right in the prime of youth and have enough testosterone or estrogen to cover the continental US about a foot deep. Your body is saying it’s time to practice procreation-and lots of it. The last thing it’s saying is “Gee. I think I’ll become celibate for a few years and get credits for free college”. Oh hell no.

Several days ago, our President attended a NFL football game and swore in 300 recruits to the military. He was met with boos from the crowd. It seems emblematic of a new National mood; one of dissatisfaction with anything political. Whether you think of him as “Orange Man” or as our Commander-in-Chief, one hundred years from now folks will remember that 300 aspiring members of our military were booed for their choice to serve their country and possibly forfeit their lives.

I guess I don’t have to point out that fifty or so years ago there were Americans who booed my fellow servicemen and me for our choice to do something very similar. George Santayana anyone? Regardless of who, exactly, they were booing, be it the President or the newly sworn in, their sentiment is frightening. Worse, we are required to acknowledge them as fellow Americans.

Some of us might aver that  a nation is judged by how it treats its Veterans. Our first President stated “The willingness with which our young people are likely to serve in any war… shall be directly proportional to how they perceive veterans of earlier wars were treated and appreciated by our nation.”

While most of us don’t carry a grudge forever, I know a lot of Veterans- myself included- who would give their eye teeth and large quantities of George Washington coupons for the great honor of being allowed to pee on Henry Fonda’s daughter’s grave. But that’s a subject for another day.

Much has been said about Veterans-both good and bad. Bill Calley got the short end of the stick after My Lai. Capt. Medina got medals. I admire him because I know the truth. I almost got the poopy end of the punji stick for calling in nape and frying a hoard of Pathet Lao on the verge of overrunning some SOG folks at Xieng Kouang near the Plain of Jars one morning. I neglected to ask permission before clearing Misty 22 in hot. I’d do it again even if it meant a guaranteed Court Martial. There were six of my fellow servicemen down there and they expected no less.

This illustrates the bond Veterans have with one another. Once you become one, you join what used to be called the 3 percenter club. It’s one percent now. After Sunday’s treatment of our newest recruits, I fear it may become a fraction thereof. When it does, we’ll be cluelessly questioning where America went wrong-and blaming each other.

America is a compendium of disparate faiths and races. We were once considered a melting pot but now it’s more a miasma of competing ideologies rather than a proud citizenry composed of many who consider themselves Americans. It’s my belief that when you move Heaven and Earth to get here to our shores, you might aspire to assimilate yourself into our society. That has changed.

Servicemen don’t have that problem. They’re on a mission from God to become… servicemen in defense of our country. When they separate or retire and become freshly minted Veterans, they don’t have that problem. It’s not some sick militarily-ingrained psychosis. It’s bred of a desire to keep America free. Face it, we have it cush here. I suppose there will always be dissent or a glass-half -empty mentality that somehow it should (or could) be better. One thing’s for sure. White entitlement doesn’t exist in the military or the Veterans ranks.

As our reward from a grateful nation, we get free food from so-so restaurants for one day of the year. We get a parade or two and a “Thanks for your service” or a “Welcome Home!” Don’t get me wrong. This isn’t a complaint blog. It’s an observation based on fifty-odd years of sitting in the bleachers watching. The truth is I’m a) not a parade kind of guy and b) I don’t need a bunch of attaboys to get through life. I’d bet the majority of America’s Veterans would second my emotion. Sometimes you can be happy just knowing you did something good for others without expecting a trophy or reward.

My greatest reward was making it home alive and being able to help Veterans get their benefits in a meaningful way-not a clean pair of socks and a new toothbrush at a VA standdown for the homeless. And bubba, when I say benefits, I’m not talking about a 10% rating for tinnitus or hemorrhoids. I’m talking the highest and best rating I can produce for you even if it means not getting a dime for doing it.

There’s also a unique difference between Veterans advocates. Some do it as a business and some do it because they want to make life better for their fellow Veterans. I pride myself in being one of the latter and I’m sure I could roust out a passel of former clients who would attest that I kick ass and take names. The reason is simple. I was one of those who had no one to mentor me or effectively fight for my rights. I traversed the desert like Moses for 28 years. I had to learn how to win because nobody was teaching us the secret handshake or the password.

I hope this finds all of you Veterans in a better spot soon if you’re not already. I also offer a hand to those who just cannot get any traction at the VSO outfits across our fruited plains. Asknod now, in 2025, actually comprises a loose consortium of like-thinking attorneys and Agents who all work together in concert by focusing on certain aspects of VA law like musculoskeletal injuries, weird diseases and mental depression. If I can’t do it, I have at least ten others who can…and will and more importantly, are damn eager for the honor of being allowed to do so.

Outside of Happy Veterans Day,  that’s all I’m gonna say about that.

P.S. One of my Veteran buddies was ragging on me last week and saying I need to take some time off and let my hair down. I didn’t have the heart to tell him I went AWOL in early October to Idaho…

It’s a gourmet meat thing. You wouldn’t understand.

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RECENT ARTICLE IN WAPO ABOUT FRAUD IN VETERANS’ CLAIMS

It’s funny how certain things rear their ugly heads right smack dab in the middle of nasty articles about all us lyin’ stinkin’ Vets just looking for a handout. A week after that article came out, I was doing a chronological review of  a Vet I agreed to represent. I began the research last Saturday and completed it late Monday. What I found was conclusive evidence of what can only be described as blatant fraud. 

Up to now, I’ve had a few questionable cases where the evidence, or the Veteran, exhibited a fact pattern that was simply too unbelievable or incredulous. Not all of these are simple DD 214s with erasures of the OTH and a whiteout job to insert “under honorable conditions”. Some folks arrive looking genuine but with egregious inexplicable errors.

I don’t just inspect the claim. I investigate the Veteran. If you claim you were in the Nam but your 214 shows you didn’t even enlist until 1976, it’s an easy bullshit call. And then there are the guys who claim their shit was so secret they couldn’t even be awarded medals for fear of spilling top secret secrets. I like the Brown Water Navy guy who was on a destroyer that sailed up the Mighty Mea Kong (Mekong) River in search of the Bad Guys. Couldn’t remember the name of the destroyer nor which fork of the 48 possible routes they took up the river.

The best one by far was the babe who came to me seeking help. Her 80 yr.-old hubby was in the Ghostwalker Krewe. You know, the 400 guys who squeezed into an old C 54 prop job back in 1959 and flew from McChord AFB to Osan Korea non-stop. That bird would have been lucky to have hit Bingo near where Amelia Earhart augered in. 400(did I mention there were 400 of these stalwart souls) deplaned, boarded Zodiacs (before they were even invented) and trekked in from the westerly Coast near Inchon at 12 midnight. They made it all the way inland twelve miles to a Nukular Power Plant to take pictures. She stated they posted one soldier every 100 yards all the way there. That left 190 11Cook10s to assault the power plant.  Seems the technicians were out for lunch (at 12 midnight) and nobody was there. They all made it out alive and never got medal one for it. Too secret. Check it out- https://asknod.org/2018/01/27/khe-sanh-50-years-later/

So, here comes Johnny Vet with a brand new shiny SMC L and says ‘Dude, I’ve hit the wall on getting to SMC T. American Legion just don’t get this SMC gig. Help me, hoss.’ Now, I’d allow as it sounded legitimate but it took me about 3 weeks to dig down through the pile of new POAs to get to him. By then the Washington Post article was out and everyone was talking about us filthy rich Veteran Welfare Queens.

This feller (Johnny Vet) was in for 6 years in the USAF (99-05). He made it to E 3 by 2001 but then started going backwards. It might have had something to do with that ’01 hit-and-run MVA at 2330 at Misawa AB. He separated as an E2 in ’05 because he couldn’t reach a legal BMI before promotion. But that wasn’t what caught my eye. He got the usual 30-40% for a handful of musculoskeletal things when he separated… and then the trail went cold… until 2021. All of a sudden this ol’ boy was filing something every 3 weeks nonstop. He suddenly had more things wrong with him than he did right.

Now, it would seem if you worked in the motor pool at Bagram Air Base in 2003 that you’d see a few vehicles come in with blood on the seats. That’s a bummer but if it was going to give you bent brain syndrome, it stands to reason that this would infest your dreams from that day forward. For me, them kind of movies are like permanent reruns on Tubi and begin about 2200 most nights. After 55 years, they lose their intensity. But it didn’t even get to him until almost 20 years later in 2021. And boy howdy did it suddenly begin eating him alive. He shot all the way up to 100% in short order with not so much as one confirmed stressor. Seems he had nightmares nonstop and had been for years but plumb forgot to file for it. And then the TBI showed up out of the blue on top of all that right after. STRs showing LOC and reporting to the field hospital with headaches, vertigo and temporary loss of hearing? Nada. Nothing. No record of anything more serious than the flu. And then rhinitis and sinusitis began acting up. I’m at a loss as to how many months you have to snort pepper to get that bodacious a sinus infection before you drive down to VES to the c&p. I mean, we’re talking a real daisy here.

The bummer on the rhinitis goldmine hit home when Johnny Vet found out VA kinda tops out on that PACT crap at 30%. As for getting his double 100% for TBI with PTSD, he must never have heard that was VA Rating Trick Number 1. They always just roll it over into the 100 for the PTSD. That’s so predictable. Suddenly, his claims game was getting increasingly more complicated. By spring of this year he had about 6 pages of Code Sheet with 16 10%s for knees(bilateral of course), ankles (ditto), funny bones, painful scars, hemorrhoids etc. In other words, he’d hit the wall and that hoped-for SMC T was still waaaaay out of reach. Who you gonna call? Ghostbusters?

His wife had been cranking out buddy letters all along saying he was mega- hors d’ combat and was relegated pretty much to Fort Livingroom and his M1A1 recliner. His headaches were almost constant… except on those miraculous occasions when they relented… when he had to attend a c&p exam or the VAMC for a new ailment or checkup…alone….unaccompanied. He even cranked out a “Headache Log Diary” recording every last one for 2024. He struck out on three where he was out and about or at the VAMC during one of them. The VA doctors also noted he always arrived by himself unaccompanied and fully ambulatory. Always…Boy howdy that sure didn’t fit the significant other’s narrative of having the ambulance on speed dial.

And then he called me. He needed that final push to T and knew I had the Magic Wand. And the funny thing is I almost bought it until I spotted one last VA Form 21-4138 Buddy letter from someone who claimed to be a 30-year retired Squid. Said purported squid claimed he just happened to be in the neighborhood and willingly offered to shepherd my Johnny through the claims process. He then certified under oath by signing his name on page two in Block #9 that the statements on that 4138 were true and correct to the best of his knowledge and belief. The 4138 went on as to what a hot mess my Johnny Vet was and that he was credible and the Squid’s BFF. Why, after just a year of sitting around and shooting the shit with him (in those brief interludes between all those headaches), he could tell John Boy’s credibility was right up there with Jesus, Mary and Joseph (and the donkeys they rode in on) and he deserved to be granted that T.

The gentleman’s name was Thomas Barr. So being an inquisitive guy, I googled him. Turns out him and his wife are located right there in Johnny’s home town of Manila PI. Shucks, this ol’ boy was too good to be true. He was so motivated that him and his wife had devoted themselves to helping poor Vets who were getting screwed over by VA.  He had “The Plan” to fix your problems… just like all the rest of them claims sherpas. Life Changing Veterans Benefits LLC (or Inc.) was the name and VA claims is their game. For a paltry sum (available on request) they’ll fix your problems licketyspit. https://www.lcveteranbenefits.com/about/

Cathy Barr of LC Veterans Benefits LLC

I couldn’t look away. Check out this picture. Ensign (O-1) and a Maverick? Three medals and a shiny new PHM below them wings? And a crooked nametag? What’s wrong with this picture? Wait a minute. If this VA Claims Engineer is so red hot, why in the Sam Hill am I being asked to be the Sherpa of last resort? In fact, I don’t even see a NDSM on his chest. That screams 1976 to 1990. So how do you get a PHM during a time of peace? This smelled worse than a three day-old fish under the back seat.

ENS Thomas Barr 

Turns out Johnny Vet insists the Tomeister left him in the lurch this January right on the cusp of getting his SMC T. He went submarine silent and did his best Halloween ghost imitation. Now why is that? We, the “Consortium” of SMC Jedi Knights, talk to each other almost every day. If one of us gets a call for our services for high SMC ratings, we tend to make sure we’re not getting smoke blown up our patooties. And we tend to ask one another about FNGs. At one point, we had a twofer- two claims sharks from Blue Cord Patriots trying to get SMC T and they were basically asking us to rep them to learn how to do a SMC T claim/appeal. When I refused, they just called up Wes and asked him next. Shoot. That’s about as subtle as a fart in church on Sunday morning.

Now, it could be my Johnny Vet is genuine- but then it could be he is just a shill for Mr. Barr to learn how to summit Mount TBI and get the big bucks.  I learned the hard way back in ’15 in my dustup with the Wounded Wallet Krewe to make sure I couch any of my suspicions of nefarious behavior as mere musings of what it appears to look like. That’s a far cry from accusing someone of actually being guilty of something. Could be Mr. and Mrs. Barr are pure as the driven snow and God’s gift to Veterans. I reckon I’ll never know-just like I reckon the real story on them 400 Ghostwalkers will remain under wraps. But it would make a great Hollywood movie.

My daddy explained to me once that the best conspiracy is a conspiracy of one. If there are two, one of them is going to discuss it with his girlfriend. If you involve 400, that conspiracy is going to have more holes in it than a screen door. So how did dey do dat? Where are the other 399 cooks and military po-licemen who embarked on that dangerous mission? How do you sail a destroyer up the Mekong where it’s about 12 feet deep? All these queshuns and no answers.

Happy Halloween. File this one under Trick or Treat. Or how to screw up your SMC Claims…

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