Here’s what you need to be armed with to faceplace the world this week.
Mark Twain never had to deal with the VA. Had he been forced to, I’m sure there would have been a rich, unembroidered story to go with it. This tasty little lie from Maple syrup Frank in the last bastion of 2nd Amendment sanity-Vermont.
(AP) Newark, New Jersey by staff writer Steven Jemerik:
Former Staff Sargent Oscar D. Grouch’s attorneys came forward last night just before the Camden Court House closed and filed a lawsuit accusing the Veterans Administration of impugning his good name and other imprecations that sully his former Sesame Street persona.
Sgt. Grouch served in Vietnam and was a survivor of the Khe Sanh siege in 1968, receiving the Purple Heart for numerous through and through gunshot wounds to the head. He suffered from PTSD for years until he was finally service connected in 1988. Unfortunately he was never able to overcome his early post-war habits and remained homeless and friendless.
Grouch finally landed a job at the Public Broadcasting Company with the help of President Jimmy Carter in late 1976. In spite of his mental aberrations and suffering from what would later be conclusively diagnosed with PTSD in 1982, he appeared to be headed to a great career in his signature role as his homeless self. He signed a permanent contract in 1980 cementing what appeared to be a solid income stream.
After a brief fling with Miss Piggy in 1989 -90, he again returned to homelessness and had been noticeably absent from Sesame Street productions. This week, when the news surfaced that his character was being used by the Veterans Administration to disparage all Veterans, he approached his fiduciary and indicated he’d had enough.
Terrance “Big Bird” Raven filed the papers on Mr. Grouch’s behalf and was accompanied to the courthouse by old friends Bert and Ernie who refused to divulge their last names citing a desire for anonymity.
The author was able to reach Kermit T. Frog, an old acquaintance who had this to say. “Oscar has always been a private man and carried a lot of guilt over things that happened over 40 years ago during his time in the Marines. Vietnam took a terrible toll on him and VA’s unconscionable attack on his character is uncalled for. In fact, it shows their indifference to the Veterans’ plight everywhere. Oscar served his country loyally and even to this day still prefers Army O.D. green -colored clothing. In spite of his homelessness, he is a role model for today’s youth. He has very high morals and would give his last dime to someone less fortunate.”
Mr. Raven held an impromptu press conference this evening and stated he has yet to hear VA venture an apology for their breach of good taste. “My client served honorably and was discharged honorably. I see no honor here. If this attack on my client’s character is what Veterans can expect from the Agency formed to look out for their best interests, I fear for what America is becoming. All Veterans should. Slander has no place in Veterans Affairs.”
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As usual, on Labor Day weekend, something magical happens. In our case it was rain finally after four months without. The roads have so much oil on them it’s like an ice-skating rink. Come to think of it, this must be a piece of cake for all them girlie men who moved up here from Kalifornia. How often does it rain down there? It must be a real slip ‘n slide for them on those rare occasions. For us, it’s an anomaly to go this long without some moisture. Fortunately I bored my well down to 332’. My neighbor Roger Ramjet didn’t plan for the 500 year drought and went to 160. He ran out last week for 22 hours. He also cheaped out and didn’t get a surveyor. The well’s on my property by an easy 19 feet but that’s a funny story for another day including the part about him having to move his outbuildings. Hey, it’s not like I made him move the well.
I file this under the ILP folder because some day I’ll get to DC on my greenhouse appeal and we can point to this as proof I really garden for vocational purposes.
The other magical thing that happens is Harvest Time. All those long hours sitting, tending, weeding, watering and watching the plants grow is over. The Squirrel Nutkin gene takes over and you find yourself stuffing eight cherry tomatoes in your mouth… just to see if you can. Everything goes into jars, bags, freezers and the dehydrator in a mad scramble. Wouldn’t it be neat if we had those ginormous cheeks like chipmunks and hamsters?
Likewise, at Rancho Grahambo, everything is going to come due in short order if it hasn’t already. The corn is slower than the seven year itch. Looks like we’ll be needing the six foot ladder to get the ears up high. It went over 10 foot 9 this year. Twice we’ve made the foray into the forest and twice we’ve been skunked. It’s close, though. This is white Silver Queen donated by members Leigh and Paul from Maryland. It’s “VA” corn. It promises much and takes forever. Yep. Take a closer look. Put your cursor on the picture and click it for zoomies. The stalks are throwing three ears and some have offshoots from down low in the dirt with another one. I figured 700 ears but it may be a real corn year. Of course, if it’s VA corn, it might be a good year next year or the year after.
The Italian Plums are holding out for Halloween. Everyone else’s are done and a memory. Not ours. VA chemtrails, dude. It’s a conspiracy to prevent them from ripening.
Zuke report: This one got away from me. I found it this morning and I doubt them little gals down at the food bank could lift it.
My long running dog and pony show has folded up. As most might know Molly had a heart attack March 6th and moved on to Tennis Ball Heaven. Dude departed for the Elysian Fields in June for no apparent reason, too. They were both eleven. Wally was inconsolable so we went out and got Kona to keep him company. Jez, if you thought parrots were expensive, try finding a cheap thoroughbred. Cupcake insisted it be a “real horse”. At 15 1/2 hands, he’s real and taller than the corn.
I’m guessing Kona was owned by a Marine before Sandy sold him to us. He has a “41” on his left rear leg. You know Marines. They’ll tattoo anything that gets drunk and holds still long enough. You’d expect something like a naked lady with big hooters in front of an anchor. Kona is also a Type 2 personality. You can shoot from the saddle and it doesn’t even faze him. More reason to believe the Marine theory.
As with any new 15 1/2-hander, you need a new barn he can get into. Our old one wasn’t even close on the headroom. I can see what’s on the horizon with Cupcake. “Honey, we ought to get another horse so we can go riding together…” So I built it with two stalls. A warm thank you to VA for the funding of the new “Equestrian Centre”.
Here’s the rest of the fruits. We don’t have nuts here. Strangely, Cupcake laughs when I say that.
There’s also the big cannon ball pumpkins for carving funny faces into and a host of other things we grew but I think that touched on the majority. Carrots and cukes aren’t unique but they’re sure fun to eat.
A warm thank you to member Ralph from Cape Hatteras, North Carolina for the Parris Island Romaine. I had the seeds checked out for Benzene residues but they’re okay. Seems the Marines are checking out their food and water more closely nowadays. Leigh’s Paul who sent the Silver Queen was a Marine too.
Get ready for indifference, ennui and boredom after the poor overworked VA employees listen to one too many of us vent in the weeks to follow. It would be interesting to see if they bring their good friends, the jack-booted VA police gestapo with them to the meeting to maintain “order” just in case someone becomes “agitated”.
We strongly suggest Vets dress up for this august occasion and try to evoke the proper amount of umbrage without becoming obstreperous and giving us all a bad name. Here’s a good suggestion:
Remember. No four-letter words like “When?” Be respectful. Take a number and sit down. Speak when spoken to. Avoid eye contact. Show suitable deference to VA employees. Never confront them. Show them you are content to wait 10 years politely for your benefits. In a word, be professional. Nobody likes a loud, obnoxious, homeless Vet begging for attention or demanding long overdue benefits. Show them there’s dignity in living in a trashcan.
Even with the dog days of August, I marvel that you loyal fans still take time to make sure we are armed and dangerous with the latest humor to fend off the depression associated with Hepatitis C. Few know or intuit that the disease and medications are horribly corrosive and detrimental to sane folks. Interferon can chip away at the foundation and leaves a shell of our former selves. Many fall into a funk that even the best humor cannot dispel. This is why I add these vignettes in between what some might consider droll legal humor.
And then there’s me-born on April Fool’s and infused with insane humor. My rainmaker, Law Bob Squarepants, is convinced I’m crazy as the shithouse rat. I take that as a subtle compliment. All the Interferon ever produced would not impair my ability to enjoy humor or to create it for others’ enjoyment. Fortunately, I also have you elves out scouring Middle Earth as well to fill the coffers. With all that verbiage out of the way, let us examine the month’s haul. My cousin Denise in Idaho is especially prolific. I’m not sure if that’s due to her locale or her persona but it is a rich vein nevertheless.
I heard last night from several of you that the Commander in Chief bombed out at the American Legion Convention in North Carolina Tuesday night. Apparently his best jokes couldn’t even get a good laugh or any protracted applause. He should realize that it’s difficult to find humor in waiting five years for an appointment at at a VA hospital. We recommend he hire Sharon Helman of recent VAMC Phoenix fame for a speech writer. She’s quite an accomplished policy wizard and just itching to rise from the ashes and soar again. Can it be that all us stupid, illiterate Veterans are finally seeing through this thin veil of obflustication? Well, hey. If those fellers with the funny hats down in Charlotte are pissed off, just imagine where that puts really intelligent folks like you and me on the “we’re mad as hell and we aren’t gonna take it anymore” meter…
I find SMC or Special Monthly Compensation S, as accorded to us true War Vets, to be highly misunderstood by-gasp-Veterans Service Officers who should, by rights, be well-versed in this. I just ran into one on another HCV helpsite and he is obviously a Veterans Service Officer. He was convinced that our VA lawyers are only entitled to a maximum of $5,500. I’m sure he misunderstood that. VSOs would prefer lawyers get out of the business entirely. Among possibly the most misunderstood is differentiating “S” (housebound) and the “AA” (Aid and Attendance 1 & 2) referred to here in Mr. Howell’s decision as SMC-HB and SMC-AA. Watch the walnut shell with the “S” pea under it closely as it is going to move around a bit and be shoved to the bottom and the rear.
This is a panel decision of three Judges (Kasold, Lance and Schoelen). They all signed it so it was unanimous and good law. The important thing to dial in on is that the VASEC is going to have to go back to 1945 for the definition of “S”. When he gets there, he’s not happy with what he finds but has to stoically suck it up. For those of you who haven’t yet experienced it, VA will drag in a long discussion of how you are not eligible for Aid and Attendance even though you specifically asked for a determination of Housebound. Here’s why.
38 USC § 1114 that deals with this lists the different levels of megadisability above and beyond what you and I call 100 percent schedular. We’re headed into Mr. Potatohead country where bits and pieces are missing. The levels of disability are listed as alphabetical letters with no apparent reason for why they started halfway through. SMC-K or Special K is the first and the second- cheapest at $101.50 a month. SMC-Q pays $67 a month and is a throwback to some unknown era. The next higher, even though non-sequential alphabetically, is S. S currently pays $341.44 which isn’t chump change. That will finance a nice Corvette payment monthly.
Next, as with all VA Statutes, the VASEC has to get his mitts on it and rearrange what goes where and why we have difficulty with this. 38 CFR § 3.350(i) Special aid and attendance benefit) is hidden beneath 38 CFR § 3.350(h) which deals with the Aid and Attendance ratings. It’s also the very last one. VA must cross that AA bridge every time to get to the S. It’s a magic rite of passage.
“The Vet filed for AA or, in the alternative, for Housebound. We will first discuss his entitlement to A&A and the reasons for his denial.”
Part of the mystery is the form used. Here’s VAF 21-2680 and voilà-mystery solved. Hundreds of you have emailed me with the plaint “But I never asked for A&A”. Equally more have said their VSO said if they were strong enough to make it to a VAMC or the VSO offices then they (the service officer) could not, in good conscience, file a AA/HB request for examination and determination of status. Bad form.
Which brings us to our friend and fellow Veteran Mr. Robert L. Howell (no relation to Messieurs Bell and Howell) of the Korean Misunderstanding.
Copy of Howell 04-0624 opinion final
Old Bob got the pretzel brain syndrome over in Korea in ’55 and was eventually service connected at 70% thirty years later in 1981. His schizophrenia, put politely, was probably PTSD but the VA was still hammering out the details on what that was in 81. Shell shock and the thousand yard stare had fallen out of fashion by then and they were still fleshing out the DSV I or II Manual definitions. Schizoid worked and Bob could care less what they called it. In April 1982, they gave him the Full Ride VA scholarship with P&T. Everything went swimmingly right up until the twenty first century when the Bobmeister wrote in and said “Yo. I think I need some extra help here. My wife is now doing everything but change the diapers.”
Well , you know the drill. Bob Howell! Coooooooome on Down and let’s see what’s in Monty’s Cookie Jar! so they could fit him for his new necktie. Bob outsmarted them by ten and said negatory, folks. My mental disorders prevent me from attending the C&P party. VA being VA, immediately got out the Ouija Board and construed this to mean he wanted both A&A and S. Only at a VARO could they torture this interpretation out of a plea for help.
And away this went. The BVA, like total ditzes, strapped on the stethoscopes and MD gear and waded in. Additionally, the shrinks and doctors all just wrote down what Mrs. Howell said about Bob’s condition(s) verbatim. Bob stepped in it too when he arrived in a wheel chair but said he didn’t use one around the house. The Veterans Law Judge must have been out on the golf course by eleven that morning laughing his ass off at how dumb Vets were and hitting in the high seventies. Unfortunately, when you play the adjudications game, you have to kowtow to the rules. The VLJ went waaaay off the reservation on this one. I’m of a mind that he honestly didn’t even know what “housebound” really was and acquiesced to his minions and the status quo.
About here is where the shit got pretty deep. And I’d like to add that comment about “when motivated” was a purposeful dig. The BVA are like a bunch of kids all dressed up in robes and playing judge. They are easily swayed by their boss who wants to husband the VA’s funds for his buddies. Thus if everyone plays ball, everyone gets a present in the December paycheck for being a “Team member and concerned stakeholder” in the proper outcome of Veterans Law. One little problem. Let’s go back to 1945.
When they got to Court, everyone started looking at when SMC S was born, to whom and what the parentage of it was. Sometimes these things have strange beginnings and even stranger definitions. Lo and behold, so did SMC S. Being “housebound” actually wasn’t entirely what was envisioned by Congress in ’45. As usual, something was lost in the translation. Ever tried the old party game where you lean over to Jim and say Steve got a promotion today? Jim leans over to Sheila and says Steve got a raise. Sheila turns to Dora and says Steve got laid off today. By the time it gets to around twenty reiterations in the loud, ETOH-driven room, old Steve got divorced and Sandi got the house, the Beamer and the kids.
What was lost here is very important:
You will notice this is a completely different interpretation first brought to light in Mr. Howell’s case. The Office of General Counsel idiotically defended this denial right into Court and then had to say “Yeah, Well. Mr. Howell’s right. We agree. We really don’t have a legal leg to stand on here on how we screwed him with the “housebound” definition. So… how’s about you remand this back down to us at the BVA denial factory and we get a fresh horse and a new rope and rehang him all proper-like, hear?”
And that’s just exactly what Judges Kasold, Lance and Schoelen did. It was all they could do. It’s like repatriating an illegal Hispanic immigrant on the next bus back to Tijuana. Unpleasant- but all they could do legally. I do like the way they gutted the OGC on Espiritu and LeShore.
I’d have to research it but I do not believe I found any more of Mr. Howell’s travails at the Court. With Kenny “the Woodbutcher” Carpenter, Nicholson’s krewe probably decided to fold up the tent and go home. Mr. Howell must have lived happily ever after and gotten R 1 or 2.
Our teaching moment is quite simple. Housebound, as defined by VA, is far more restrictive that Congress’. Add to it that it is also violated to this day on a regular basis using the same logic declared void and manifestly in error back in 2006-over eight years ago.
Housebound, as defined by Congress, means your disabilities keep you from leaving the house to go to work. In order to work, most of us have to leave the house-ergo having to stay home because you can’t work is what makes you “substantially housebound”. That’s a far cry from what VA tries to imply. Make sure you understand the difference. To me, being 100% schedular with a ripsnorting good case of the schizzies and being seventy-ish is a pretty good recipe for housebound all in itself. Why VA didn’t see that in Mr. Howell will remain a mystery for the ages.
Knowledge on why these things are important, Ladies and Gentleman Vets.
Much has been said of VA’s hierarchy of raters known as Decision Review Officers, abbreviated as DROs. Their job is so thankless, their retention rate so low and the perks these days being bonusless, that many move on to greener pastures and leave us with a severe dearth of them. This is the primary reason we have such constipation at the VA when it comes to the dreaded DRO review. Most know that is a 600-day black hole. These are the high GS-12s and 13s-the ones with a 10 to twelve year tenure that see a dark dead end to this as a future. Much better while they are young and salable to move over to Allstate or USAA. With that said, let’s look more closely at these storied individuals…
The DRO as he sees himself:
The DRO as seen by his supervisor:
The DRO as seen by VACO hierarchy:
The DRO as seen by Veterans:
The DRO as seen by his ‘little people’:
The DRO as seen by his coworkers
The DRO, and, by extension, the whole VA ‘problem’, as seen by the current administration:
Day 58 of 168 on Sovaldi. Kidneys stabilized. Anemia is my constant companion. Welcome to Camp HCVets.
BVA released their 3rd Quarter batch of decisions on Friday evening. HCV cases jumped from 446 this year cumulatively to 562. I have not had a chance to peruse them but feel free to investigate and report back on the tenor and quality of the decisions. Remember, we did see an upswell in successful jetgun grants recently in the second quarter based solely on their inherent unsanitary attributes. Here’s the link for you.
Here’s the jetgun win I spotted-seventh one down.
And #8, too.
I was contacted by a Vet seeking to readjudicate an old award pre-Bradley that entailed the same or similar circumstances. To review, Bradley was awarded TDIU for one, single disability as the predicate for the total disability rating. Nevertheless, he had additional ratings that added up to 60% (or more) which ostensibly entitled him to VA’s Special Monthly Compensation ‘S’ worth about $300+ back then. He took Kenny the Carpenter up to the Fed. Circus and finally made VA read 38 USC §1114(s) exactly as it was written-not the way Dr. Peake insisted it was intended. Jim Buie did much the same and refined it further by adding up his disabilities not in the order received, but in the amount of percentages. Once one rating was granted at totally disabling (100% schedular), he merely moved the old, less-than 100% TDIU rating over into the SMC column to attain his SMC-S. VA doesn’t cotton to you playing their 3 card Monte game as they do. They fought him long and hard but to no avail.
Importantly, though, I came across a little-known panel decision from 2006 that illuminates another old ploy of VA’s to deny us “substantially housebound” status which I am currently seeking. It, too, was repped by the Kenster. In a nutshell, VA said I was totally disabled (100%) by a secondary disease (Porphyria Cutanea Tarda) yet they low balled me at 10%. After a DRO review, they zeroed out the DC 7815 Porphyria rating and substituted DC 7704 for 40% for phlebotomies. This was clearly and unmistakably erroneous (CUE). A total disability is just that-total. What Diagnostic Code they choose to use is immaterial.
The focus of the argument is twofold. I maintained prior to this that I was “substantially housebound in fact”. I lacked the requisite additional 60% rating or ratings above and beyond the 100% schedular or, in the alternative, a TDIU rating based on one single disability. VA regularly uses an odd means test if you can call it that. Their conceptualization is that if you can make it to the CBOC (community based outpatient clinic) or VAMC without an ambulance, they you must not be very “housebound”. Hell, for all we know, the ambulance is not even a viable excuse. Your mere presence at a VA medical facility argues against the fact that you are at home- ergo you aren’t housebound. Game. Set. Match.
As I gave Rick advice on how to combat what I felt was an interesting point of law worthy of review for error, my research led me to Howell v. Nicholson. There I found the argument to defeat these idiotic straw man inventions VA used in 2009 to defeat my request for SMC-S based on a purely “substantially housebound ” reading.
Copy of Howell 04-0624 opinion final
Read this on page 7:
The Howell court decided to define what ‘substantially’ finally meant here and this was in 2006. You will find that this didn’t percolate down to the VA judicial branch at the OGC or VBA level. It may have but I doubt they take any of this seriously until called out numerous times.
This is the stuff legends are made of. First, the Secretary (or what was to become the later DVA) insists on one broad interpretation of what “substantially confined” is and then
Having synthesized the essence of the interpretation, the Court proceeds to apply the coup d’ grace on the Veterans Law Judge.
That, fellow Veterans, is your can opener when you get hit with something like this. I have read numerous decisions that cite to the fact that the Veteran was able to attend his/her appointments and thus was free to move about the country.
The holding is well-cited and will stand you in good stead when they try to pull the blinders over your eyes. Always remember, Veterans. VA doesn’t know the law any better than your VSO or you. They make stuff up and run with it. If you are lucky enough to catch it or have an astute rainmaker who does, you will prevail. I can’t count how many Vets have come to me over the years and try to quote law to me to show why they lost. If 67% of all VA decisions are overturned, remanded, vacated or set aside for error or incorrect reasons and bases at the CAVC, then the smart money says appeal it. What is remarkable is that only a small number of Vets do so. Go figure.