It's been what, three years, since Essent has seriously gone after a hospital? Maybe not quite that long.
Anyway, Natchez Regional Medical Center, Natchez, MS, is in the sights this time. They lost $2M, so the company they keep won't awe them. 179 beds.
And, they might have a not-for-profit management team. Funny how that 
It would appear that the after-hours clinic is on the same vein as Dr. Salas.
See, Greg, you jumped ship too soon. Essent might actually get one! Something about a blind squirrel....
Saturday, March 07, 2009
Natchez on the Essent....3/9
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And they won't even have to have a naming contest!!!!
Essent went down to Natchez
He was lookin' for a soul to steal
He was in a bind
'Cause Essent was way behind
And he was willin' to make a deal
When he came across this young man
Sawin' on a fiddle and playin' it hot
And Essent jumped up on a hickory stump
And said boy let me tell you what
I guess you didn't know it
but I'm a fiddle player too
And if you care to take a dare I'll make a bet with you
Now you play a pretty good fiddle, boy
But give Essent its due
I'll bet a fiddle of gold
Against your soul
'Cause I think I'm better than you
The boy said my name's Frank
And it might be a sin
But I'll take your bet
And you're gonna regret
'Cause I'm the best there's ever been
Frank rosin up your bow and play your fiddle hard
Cause hell's broke loose in Natchez and Essent deals the cards
And if you win you get this shiny fiddle made of gold
But if you lose Essent gets your soul.
Essent opened up his case
And he said I'll start this show
And fire flew from his fingertips
As he rosined up his bow
Then he pulled the bow across the strings
And it made an [sic] evil hiss
And a band corporate lenders joined in
And it sounded something like this
[Instrumental]
When Essent finished
Frank said well you're pretty good old son
But just sit down in that chair right there
And let me show you how it's done
He played Fire on the Mountain
Run boys, run
Essent's in the House of the Rising Sun
Chicken in a bread pan picken' at dough
Granny does your dog bite
No child, no
[Instrumental]
Essent bowed his head
Because he knew that he'd been beat
And he laid that golden fiddle
On the ground at Frankie's feet
Frank said, Essent just come on back
If you ever wanna try again
I done told you once you son of a bitch
I'm the best there's ever been
And he played Fire on the Mountain
Run boys, run
Essent's in the House of the Rising Sun
Chicken in a bread pan picken' at dough
Granny does your dog bite
No child, no
ROTFLMAO!!!
Funny stuff...... I was thinking more along the lines of Robert Johnson going down to the crossroads to sell his soul to the Devil. Which is what this deal would be, and there would be Hell to pay if it went through.
Perhaps we need to tell those folks down Natchez way about this blogsite? Or will it be a case of misery-loves-company?
Blogger 11 has the right idea: The lawsuit is only bloggers 1-10.
Frank can be blogger 0, kind of patient-0.
LMAO
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