A Great Deal for Propane Unpurchased!

Boy am I lucky. But you could be a lot luckier than me.

It was like winning the lottery, or so it seemed. For the very first time I got a real letter from United Propane of Paducah, KY. Up until now getting a letter from the company had odds like winning the lottery. Heck I entered their customer service lottery unsuccessfully several times: Posted on website several times, snail mail via the USPS, and telephone calls to the local dealer. 

Today, I won!!! ……. Sort of. For only $79 and change, I don’t have to pay $239 for not buying their gas. That’s a win, I think. At least after reading about the experience of others who bought propane via United Propane, I got a much better deal. Keep reading and you might get even luckier and not have to pay United Propane at all.

Here’s what the losers look like.

Up in Maryland in 2009, here’s a story about real price gouging: http://forums.somd.com/life-southern-maryland/172792-united-propane-consumer-robbery.html

In 2011, it doesn’t look like they are doing any better: http://forums.somd.com/life-southern-maryland/235946-united-propane-st-leonard-horrible.html

For another view, see http://www.ripoffreport.com/fuel-companies/united-propane/united-propane-overcharged-fo-57f79.htm and http://www.ripoffreport.com/utility-companies/united-propane-gas/united-propane-gas-taken-cust-40659.htm

I shop around for the best deals on propane each year. A couple of years ago I switched to Amerigas after dealing with Economy Gas in Dickson, TN for 2009-2010. Why? Because their prices were too high. That’s simple, right? Not really if you deal with United Propane, the supplier for Economy Gas.

In 2009 when I entered into a contract with Economy, the first thing they did was replace a 500 gallon tank with a 350 gallon tank. That was so they could make more trips? … shoulda known something was up. Then they didn’t like my gas fireplace even thought it was converted to propane. I could live without it.

Propane is propane. It burned just fine. They filled my tank when needed. I didn’t have any problem, but my Dad did. Twice the truck driver ran into the ditch along his driveway. It’s a nice wide, nearly level stretch where the driver had the problem. The last time we had to get a tractor to pull the truck out. Now the ditch is too deep to mow. Inexcusable. Inhaling fumes?

In the summer of 2010, I could not get a competitive price from Economy Gas, so I told the office manager that I would not be using their services; I got a  better deal. Now, I thought they would come get their tank. Nope. In September (a month later) I called again and told them to come get the tank. They said they would. Nope. I called again in October with the same request. They agreed. Well, they did in May, I think it was. In the meantime, the blasted tank was in my way.

You’d think by now this would be settled. It wasn’t. I got a bill for two years of tank rental, concrete blocks, a pig tail, and a penalty for NOT BUYING THEIR GAS! The bill was well over $200 approaching $300.

Propane is explosive, and so am I. They produced a copy of the contract. I hadn’t had a copy. Sure enough, they only allow contracts to be broken if they get a written request. I didn’t take well to that news. I wasn’t interested in paying an extra year of rental. The concrete blocks were mine. The pig tail—what the heck is that?—came and went with the tank. And, I was blowing fumes about being charged for not using their service when they acknowledged three times that I would not be using their services. Only in a lawyer’s mind can a verbal acknowledgement of a contract termination not be effective. 

I wrote letters. I emailed their website. Over and over. I even sent them a bill for storage of their tank. Last month (June 2012) I finally got a letter from their collections manager wanting nearly $240. We went around and around on the phone.

Considering that their CEO made $2.3 million last year, I’m sure he has better things to do than worry about customers. They don’t allow their managers to talk to customers. So I wrote yet another letter by email back to their collections office so they could forward it to their lawyers for a determination. 

I only have to pay $79 for not using United Propane. 

All you have to do to be luckier than me is to avoid using propane gas from United Propane and their subsidiaries.

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What happens if a state opts out of Medicaid, in one chart

If governors opt their states out of the health law’s Medicaid expansion — as many are now threatening to do — it’s the poorest Americans who would find themselves getting the rawest deal.

We treasure our individualism and freedom to choose. For those without insurance or hope of getting insurance, their choice is removed. They are either enslaved to a welfare system that is inadequate or to a job that provides inadequate compensation to allow them to make rational choices or to gain additional training for a better job. Furthermore, when life takes away their choices, it puts additional burdens on the rest of us. Of course, if you’re rich you probably don’t notice these unfortunate souls.

So, is Tennessee going to screw over those less fortunate to save a few dollars for the rich?

(Reblogged from motherjones)

My Veteran View

Veterans Day always seems a little strange to me. Like many of my age, I involuntarily served voluntarily. I know it’s Rah, Rah time for many good-hearted people who really want to celebrate our veterans. That’s good. But, it’s really hard to celebrate the veterans status that came about because of something we did that was dreadfully wrong even though some of what we did was justified. 

I was a “Radar O’Reilly” in a finance unit, a job most people would envy. I saw rampant drug use, outrageous racial discrimination, loads of intolerance, and justification for a bad war. I knew people like me who were in service because we had to be; we did our jobs well because that was the best way to be a part of a unit and support our fellow soldiers, not because we approved of what the military was doing.  

I’ve often felt that I did more for my country as civilian, career federal employee. Government services has been talked down so much over recent years, that people don’t know what the government does. They also forget that the military is also government, and parts of it are not greatly different than the civilian side. I’m glad the people support our soldiers today; the support could give way to the feelings of the ’70s quickly.

Because I was a good soldier, I got an all expense paid temporary duty (vacation) to tour Berlin as part of a military group.  I saw history up close and in detail.  

It was an spooky feeling standing in arm’s length of the Berlin Wall looking over the broken glass embedded in its top past the barbed wire and mine field to an East German guard tower with powerful binoculars trained on me as I looked at him through my telephoto camera lens. At my feet were memorial wreaths laid where people escaped East Germany, but never made it to live in the West.

While in uniform I crossed into East Berlin with my military tour group. Aside from the beautiful mall and buildings just past the checkpoint, the rest of the city remained much as it looked after the war. In government buildings we passed, more binoculars watched us looking for one of us to violate anti-photo rules of certain places. The eyes of the citizens told the story of oppression and guarded speech. I realized that they were people not very different than us. Fate had determined their lot, nothing more.

I saw the huge mounds of war rubble. I saw the bullet holes in the building and canal walls. I saw where thousands died horrible deaths in debilitating fear. I saw the monuments to propaganda on both sides as the Cold war continued; the fear was still real.

When the wall came down years later, it was emotional for me. I had been there. It was hard to believe. When I went back in ‘91, only pieces of the wall remained, now covered with political graffiti. Only traces of the wall remain, mostly remnants of the oppressed culture are in the hearts of the people. They have survived. As a Army sergeant in 1971, I can’t say that I did much to help the change. But, like thousands of others, I did my part. It changed my life and my views.

I’m glad to say that I did my job well—I supported my fellow soldiers. But, if I could fix history, I would not have needed to be a soldier and now a veteran. Celebration is a whole bundle of mixed emotions.

(Reblogged from robertreich)
So do you want to live in a society dominated by a few rich lords while the rest of us are peasants? That’s where we’re headed.

So do you want to live in a society dominated by a few rich lords while the rest of us are peasants? That’s where we’re headed.

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I found this interesting. If you ever wondered which side of the fence you sit on, this is a great test!

Well, first of all, if a Republican makes a list, apparently women don’t exist.

Also, how do you “choose” a job with health insurance? Have you tried looking for a job lately? Or God forbid you can only work part-time - you get royally screwed in terms of benefits. And you can’t just “shop for it” if you have any pre-existing condition. Even without one, plans for women run upwards of $250 a month for the most bare-bones programs.

If a Democrat is homosexual, he or she demands equal rights, like human beings. If a Republican is homosexual, he or she campaigns for the Right and hides in the closet until they can’t take their self-hatred any more.

If a Republican is down-and-out, he or she probably has a safety net of wealthy family members to rely on. Or they’ll just collect unemployment like hypocrites.

If a judicial decision happens that a Republican doesn’t like, he or she gets red-faced and cries “Constitution! Founding Fathers! Christian Nation!” If something happens that a Democrat doesn’t like, he or she sighs, rolls up their sleeves, and gets to work changing it.

Here’s the bottom line, people: Society always moves forward. We take small steps backward (Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell… sigh), but eventually the progressives always get their way. A hundred and fifty years ago, conservatives would have choked on their pheasant if they found out that their great-great-grandchildren wouldn’t have child labor and women would be able to vote and minorities would have all the same rights as white people and schools and fire departments would be socialized.

A lot of people ask me if running this blog ever bums me out. It really doesn’t. These people, in the end, are always wrong. Always. We always get our way eventually.

(via stfuconservatives)

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