A Brief Explanation of Some Heart Stuff

28 06 2009

Okay, kids, here’s a little medical lesson for the day…

The vast majority of the time the media has no idea what it’s talking about when reporting medical events.  Just assume they are either getting the details wrong or using the wrong terminology.  It was decades ago, when I realized how incorrectly most medical stories were reported, that I figured the media were probably getting a LOT of the news wrong in general and I stopped taking most of what I heard at “face value”.  A doctor I worked for was interviewed for a radio piece because a famous person was having the sort of procedure done that this doctor did.  Not only did they get the doctor’s name wrong, they explained the procedure incorrectly and pronounced the name of the procedure incorrectly.  I shook my head the entire way through the “story” and purposed in my heart to question the media all the time in the future.

That’s the general lesson for the day.  Now for the specific lesson…

1)  When someone tells you that a person died from a)  cardiac arrest, or even more impressively, b)  cardiopulmonary arrest, all this means is that they died because a)   their heart stopped beating effectively enough to support life (or stopped altogether), or, in the case of b)  their heart and lungs stopped working.  EVERYONE who dies, let me repeat that, EVERYONE who dies, suffers from cardiac arrest/cardiopulmonary arrest.  Period.  If your heart is beating you are alive, even if you are “brain dead”.  You can suffer a respiratory arrest, which left uncorrected ALWAYS leads to a cardiac arrest.  Also, if a person is in cardiac arrest they are not breathing, which is a respiratory, or pulmonary, arrest.

2)  Cardiac arrest is not the same as heart failure which is not the same as a heart attack.  These are three separate entities.  They CAN be found in conjunction with one another, but one doesn’t necessarily lead to the another, and because one suffers one it doesn’t mean it was caused by another.

A cardiac arrest is exactly what it sounds like.  The heart stops, or arrests.  This is incompatible with life.

Heart failure is when part or all of the heart ceases to operate well leading to inadequate pumping which in turn leads to a build up of fluids and decreased oxygenation.  A person with heart failure is sick or compromised to varying degrees.  This can be a chronic condition, or an acute (sudden onset) condition, or a chronic (longstanding) condition with an acute exacerbation.

A heart attack, or myocardial infarction (MI), is when the blood supply to the heart itself is disrupted (by a clot, or occlusion from coronary artery disease or  a spasm) and part of the heart muscle dies.  This is an acute condition.  Depending on the vessel involved and the degree of blood supply disruption it can be mild to severe. 

Angina is a term which basically means chest pain.  It is heart pain caused by a diminished oxygen supply to a part of the heart.   A person can have angina in the absence of a heart attack.  A person can have a heart attack in the absence of angina.

In addition to the above terms, you should know about SCA, or Sudden Cardiac Arrest.  This is when the heart simply stops beating in a manner which supports life.  This is usually attributed to a direct blow to the chest or to an electrical conduction abnormality. 

The treatments/interventions for each of these conditions can vary.  A person with a heart attack does not need CPR until they suffer a cardiac arrest.  A person with a cardiac arrest has not necessarily had a heart attack.  A person with heart failure may go into cardiac arrest.  A person who suffers a heart attack may well go into heart failure.  A person with heart failure may suffer a heart attack.  A person with respiratory arrest needs to have that problem addressed.  Solving the lack of oxygen problem keeps the person from going into cardiac arrest.  A person with a heart attack needs to have blood flow restored to the heart.  The vessels that are affected need to be opened up.  A person in heart failure needs to have fluids removed and have their heart given meds to work stronger and more effectively.  A person in sudden cardiac arrest needs to be shocked/defibrillated immediately.  CPR alone does not bring a person out of sudden cardiac arrest.

It’s probably because I’m a nurse, but it really makes me insane to hear the illumati in the media discuss medical stuff that they clearly haven’t done a picogram of homework on.  They sound stupid and they don’t even know it.

The reason I am posting this is because of the recent death of Michael Jackson.  I grew up on Michael’s music and watched with increasing dismay over the years as he morphed into someone I ceased to recognize.  He must have been a much tormented individual.  He lived a very private life.  The cause of death originally reported and reported and reported by the media was “cardiopulmonary arrest”, which means nothing, except that basically the cause of death was death.  The coroner’s job is to determine what lead to the cardiopulmonary arrest.  In the case of Michael Jackson one can speculate to many causes. 

Did he have coronary artery disease (CAD)?  Did he overdose on medications which caused respiratory depression/arrest which lead to cardiac arrest?  Did he do some sort of drug that caused spasms in his coronary arteries?  Did he have a cardiac arrhythmia (abnormal heart beat) that caused clots which blocked his arteries?  Did he have hypertension, high cholesterol, kidney disease, liver disease, lung disease???  Did he have some sort of inflammatory condition?  Did he have NONE of these issues and did he suffer a sudden cardiac arrest?

I don’t believe that it is important that WE know what happened to him (unless he was given an overdose of meds from a source other than himself or some purposeful crime against him was committed), but it IS important for his children to know in case there is a condition which they might have inherited that they should be screened for and monitored for in the future.

Whatever the report ends up being, listen the words of the coroner’s report, and NOT the interpretation of some media talking head. 

Remember, most of them don’t have a clue what they’re talking about…

This has been a simple overview of basic heart stuff you might want to know.  It is in no way comprehensive.  I hope it helps you be a more informed consumer of the average news story about Michael Jackson and others who suffered “cardipulmonary arrest”.





28.99%

24 06 2009

My friend Donna is a small business owner.  She has poured heart and soul into her retail business for the past two years and has been starting to show regular profits. 

If you’ve been paying attention to things in the news lately, you know that Bank of America is one of the banks that should be out of business, but instead was handed over FORTY FIVE BEEEEEEELION dollars of bailout money. 

That’s 45 billion of your dollars, my dollars, and Donna’s dollars.  Now, Donna has been an excellent customer of Bank of America and has tied all of her business accounts to the financial giant (she did this before it became clear that the lunatics were in charge of the asylum).

And in thanks for all the bailout money it got from Donna, and in thanks for Donna’s excellent support of said institution, the interest rate on her small business credit card was jacked up to….yep, you guessed it….a whopping and usurious TWENTY EIGHT POINT NINE NINE PERCENT.

How many small businesses are out there who also got the “Dear Customer” letter?  Donna’s not sure how she’ll get rid of her business’ credit debt before this onerous interest rate suffocates her business.  That interest rate gobbles up the profits she is making.

I reallllly need a very good explanation as to why this country is not letting bad businesses fail.  Failure isn’t a bad thing!  In some circumstances it’s the BEST thing.  B of A should be dead and buried by now and not sticking its bony zombied hands into every single pocket that they can.

I ask you, who in their right mind would seek out B of A in the future with interest rates like that?  Will this cost it customers?  Certainly it must.  If it costs enough customers, will it do well as a business in the future?  Certainly it cannot.  If it continues then to fail as a business, will we again have to bail the Loan Sharks out?  I guess we will.  So, in order to keep from having to let the Loan Shark stick its skeletal hand into our left pocket, we have to let it stick it into our right one by doing business with it???  We can no longer vote with our feet when it comes to Bank of America (GM, Chrysler, ETCETERA).

This is stupid.  This needs to stop.  Bank of America should not get the “good try award”.  It needs to go away and if it figures out a better way to do business, then it should come back, but not until then!

We should look at it like Thomas Edison did when it took 10,000 attempts at making the lightbulb…

“I have not failed. I’ve just found 10,000 ways that won’t work.”

Thomas A. Edison

If Edison were alive today and making the 8,972nd iteration of his light bulb, I’m sure the American government would be forcing us to buy bulbs that lasted 42 seconds even thought they were crap because Edison was “too big to fail”.  We might never gotten our light bulb.

How many bigger and better things are we going to lose out on because we are propping up businesses where being not good enough IS good enough and where there’s no incentive to be the best because you’re going get your money one way or the other?  And how many small businesses who are trying to be good enough, and maybe even trying to be the best, go out of business because these not good enough businesses aren’t allowed to suffer the natural consequences of being bad?





“I’ll be back.”

21 06 2009

Some think that Arnold Schwarzenegger’s “I’ll be back” line is the best movie line ever.  Others perhaps think Rhett Butler’s “Frankly my dear, I don’t give a damn” takes that honor.  Me?  I am thinking I’m partial to this one:

My dad will like this  for sure, so I think it’s fitting to put this clip here as a Happy Fathers’ Day shout out to my pop!





What is YOUR diagnosis??

16 06 2009

Sorry about the quality of this picture.  It’s a cell phone snap of an abdominal CT scout film taken recently where I work:

Positive Pregnancy Test by you.

This 22-year old female presented with abdominal pain and bloating of some months duration, recently much worse.

You be the doctor.  Look closely.  What is YOUR diagnosis?  And is there another test that you might have considered doing at some point before sending your patient (this patient) in for a CT scan…





Photo Friday – “Prohibition”

12 06 2009

Todays Photo Friday challenge is “Prohibition”.  We were to share things we are prohibited to do in our own hometowns.  You must check out Jan’s entry at “A Curious State of Affairs” for a mind-boggling collection of prohibitions found within a four minute stroll from her home!

I am only sharing a single photograph.  There is something about a prohibited sign that makes me want to do just what I am told not to do.  A few months ago I was in a nearby park with my nephew and coerced him into my lawlessness!

Lawlessness In The Garden of the Gods by you.

 Enjoy your friday!  I’m off to work!  :-)  

Advance Diary

 Friday 19th June:  Author’s choice -  The Colours of Summer

Friday 26th June: Author’s choice – Looking Down (from a great height perferably – or from an upper window)

 





Congratulations Are In Order…

8 06 2009

This is my little brother Low and his brand new fiancee, Kristine! 

Low and Kristine

It’s been a banner year for Low and the bannerness of it just continues.  And now, with the soon-to-be addition of Kristine to our family, it’s a banner year for us, too.  Kristine is a charming, sweet, intelligent, God-fearing and serving/missions minded young woman and we are blessed that she is choosing my brother as her partner in life.  You can tell how much they love each other in the first minute you spend with them.  He’s a lucky boy, that Low, a lucky boy.

Looking forward to having Kristine as my new sister-in-law!

(credit my Pops on the photo)





Yellow

7 06 2009

Yellow Umbrella by you.





“Live Free or Die”

17 05 2009

The following is the latest offering of “Imprimis”.  Imprimis is a publication of Hillsdale College in Hillsdale, Michigan.  It’s a small little magazinelette to which I subscribe.  The monthly offerings are usually very good, this one is a must read.  It’s long, but so very much worth the time it will take to read it. 

Live Free or Die

 

 

MARK STEYN’S column appears in several newspapers, including the Washington Times, Philadelphia’s Evening Bulletin, and the Orange County Register. In addition, he writes for The New Criterion, Maclean’s in Canada, the Jerusalem Post, The Australian, and Hawke’s Bay Today in New Zealand. The author of National Review’s Happy Warrior column, he also blogs on National Review Online. He is the author of several books, including the best-selling America Alone: The End of The World as We Know It. Mr. Steyn teaches a two-week course in journalism at Hillsdale College during each spring semester.

 

The following is adapted from a lecture delivered at Hillsdale College on March 9, 2009.

 

 

 

MY REMARKS are titled tonight after the words of General Stark, New Hampshire’s great hero of the Revolutionary War: “Live free or die!” When I first moved to New Hampshire, where this appears on our license plates, I assumed General Stark had said it before some battle or other—a bit of red meat to rally the boys for the charge; a touch of the old Henry V-at-Agincourt routine. But I soon discovered that the general had made his famous statement decades after the war, in a letter regretting that he would be unable to attend a dinner. And in a curious way I found that even more impressive. In extreme circumstances, many people can rouse themselves to rediscover the primal impulses: The brave men on Flight 93 did. They took off on what they thought was a routine business trip, and, when they realized it wasn’t, they went into General Stark mode and cried “Let’s roll!” But it’s harder to maintain the “Live free or die!” spirit when you’re facing not an immediate crisis but just a slow, remorseless, incremental, unceasing ratchet effect. “Live free or die!” sounds like a battle cry: We’ll win this thing or die trying, die an honorable death. But in fact it’s something far less dramatic: It’s a bald statement of the reality of our lives in the prosperous West. You can live as free men, but, if you choose not to, your society will die.

 

My book America Alone is often assumed to be about radical Islam, firebreathing imams, the excitable young men jumping up and down in the street doing the old “Death to the Great Satan” dance. It’s not. It’s about us. It’s about a possibly terminal manifestation of an old civilizational temptation: Indolence, as Machiavelli understood, is the greatest enemy of a republic. When I ran into trouble with the so-called “human rights” commissions up in Canada, it seemed bizarre to find the progressive left making common cause with radical Islam. One half of the alliance profess to be pro-gay, pro-feminist secularists; the other half are homophobic, misogynist theocrats. Even as the cheap bus ‘n’ truck road-tour version of the Hitler-Stalin Pact, it made no sense. But in fact what they have in common overrides their superficially more obvious incompatibilities: Both the secular Big Government progressives and political Islam recoil from the concept of the citizen, of the free individual entrusted to operate within his own societal space, assume his responsibilities, and exploit his potential.

 

In most of the developed world, the state has gradually annexed all the responsibilities of adulthood—health care, child care, care of the elderly—to the point where it’s effectively severed its citizens from humanity’s primal instincts, not least the survival instinct. Hillary Rodham Clinton said it takes a village to raise a child. It’s supposedly an African proverb—there is no record of anyone in Africa ever using this proverb, but let that pass. P.J. O’Rourke summed up that book superbly: It takes a village to raise a child. The government is the village, and you’re the child. Oh, and by the way, even if it did take a village to raise a child, I wouldn’t want it to be an African village. If you fly over West Africa at night, the lights form one giant coastal megalopolis: Not even Africans regard the African village as a useful societal model. But nor is the European village. Europe’s addiction to big government, unaffordable entitlements, cradle-to-grave welfare, and a dependence on mass immigration needed to sustain it has become an existential threat to some of the oldest nation-states in the world.

 

And now the last holdout, the United States, is embarking on the same grim path: After the President unveiled his budget, I heard Americans complain, oh, it’s another Jimmy Carter, or LBJ’s Great Society, or the new New Deal. You should be so lucky. Those nickel-and-dime comparisons barely begin to encompass the wholesale Europeanization that’s underway. The 44th president’s multi-trillion-dollar budget, the first of many, adds more to the national debt than all the previous 43 presidents combined, from George Washington to George Dubya. The President wants Europeanized health care, Europeanized daycare, Europeanized education, and, as the Europeans have discovered, even with Europeanized tax rates you can’t make that math add up. In Sweden, state spending accounts for 54% of GDP. In America, it was 34%—ten years ago. Today, it’s about 40%. In four years’ time, that number will be trending very Swede-like.

 

But forget the money, the deficit, the debt, the big numbers with the 12 zeroes on the end of them. So-called fiscal conservatives often miss the point. The problem isn’t the cost. These programs would still be wrong even if Bill Gates wrote a check to cover them each month. They’re wrong because they deform the relationship between the citizen and the state. Even if there were no financial consequences, the moral and even spiritual consequences would still be fatal. That’s the stage where Europe is.

 

America is just beginning this process. I looked at the rankings in Freedom in the 50 States published by George Mason University last month. New Hampshire came in Number One, the Freest State in the Nation, which all but certainly makes it the freest jurisdiction in the Western world. Which kind of depressed me. Because the Granite State feels less free to me than it did when I moved there, and you always hope there’s somewhere else out there just in case things go belly up and you have to hit the road. And way down at the bottom in the last five places were Maryland, California, Rhode Island, New Jersey, and the least free state in the Union by some distance, New York.

 

New York! How does the song go? “If you can make it there, you’ll make it anywhere!” If you can make it there, you’re some kind of genius. “This is the worst fiscal downturn since the Great Depression,” announced Governor Paterson a few weeks ago. So what’s he doing? He’s bringing in the biggest tax hike in New York history. If you can make it there, he can take it there—via state tax, sales tax, municipal tax, a doubled beer tax, a tax on clothing, a tax on cab rides, an “iTunes tax,” a tax on haircuts, 137 new tax hikes in all. Call 1-800-I-HEART-NEW-YORK today and order your new package of state tax forms, for just $199.99, plus the 12% tax on tax forms and the 4% tax form application fee partially refundable upon payment of the 7.5% tax filing tax. If you can make it there, you’ll certainly have no difficulty making it in Tajikistan.

 

New York, California… These are the great iconic American states, the ones we foreigners have heard of. To a penniless immigrant called Arnold Schwarzenegger, California was a land of plenty. Now Arnold is an immigrant of plenty in a penniless land: That’s not an improvement. One of his predecessors as governor of California, Ronald Reagan, famously said, “We are a nation that has a government, not the other way around.” In California, it’s now the other way around: California is increasingly a government that has a state. And it is still in the early stages of the process. California has thirtysomething million people. The Province of Quebec has seven million people. Yet California and Quebec have roughly the same number of government workers. “There is a great deal of ruin in a nation,” said Adam Smith, and America still has a long way to go. But it’s better to jump off the train as you’re leaving the station and it’s still picking up speed than when it’s roaring down the track and you realize you’ve got a one-way ticket on the Oblivion Express.

 

“Indolence,” in Machiavelli’s word: There are stages to the enervation of free peoples. America, which held out against the trend, is now at Stage One: The benign paternalist state promises to make all those worries about mortgages, debt, and health care disappear. Every night of the week, you can switch on the TV and see one of these ersatz “town meetings” in which freeborn citizens of the republic (I use the term loosely) petition the Sovereign to make all the bad stuff go away. “I have an urgent need,” a lady in Fort Myers beseeched the President. “We need a home, our own kitchen, our own bathroom.” He took her name and ordered his staff to meet with her. Hopefully, he didn’t insult her by dispatching some no-name deputy assistant associate secretary of whatever instead of flying in one of the bigtime tax-avoiding cabinet honchos to nationalize a Florida bank and convert one of its branches into a desirable family residence, with a swing set hanging where the drive-thru ATM used to be.

 

As all of you know, Hillsdale College takes no federal or state monies. That used to make it an anomaly in American education. It’s in danger of becoming an anomaly in America, period. Maybe it’s time for Hillsdale College to launch the Hillsdale Insurance Agency, the Hillsdale Motor Company and the First National Bank of Hillsdale. The executive supremo at Bank of America is now saying, oh, if only he’d known what he knows now, he wouldn’t have taken the government money. Apparently it comes with strings attached. Who knew? Sure, Hillsdale College did, but nobody else.

 

If you’re a business, when government gives you 2% of your income, it has a veto on 100% of what you do. If you’re an individual, the impact is even starker. Once you have government health care, it can be used to justify almost any restraint on freedom: After all, if the state has to cure you, it surely has an interest in preventing you needing treatment in the first place. That’s the argument behind, for example, mandatory motorcycle helmets, or the creepy teams of government nutritionists currently going door to door in Britain and conducting a “health audit” of the contents of your refrigerator. They’re not yet confiscating your Twinkies; they just want to take a census of how many you have. So you do all this for the “free” health care—and in the end you may not get the “free” health care anyway. Under Britain’s National Health Service, for example, smokers in Manchester have been denied treatment for heart disease, and the obese in Suffolk are refused hip and knee replacements. Patricia Hewitt, the British Health Secretary, says that it’s appropriate to decline treatment on the basis of “lifestyle choices.” Smokers and the obese may look at their gay neighbor having unprotected sex with multiple partners, and wonder why his “lifestyle choices” get a pass while theirs don’t. But that’s the point: Tyranny is always whimsical.

 

And if they can’t get you on grounds of your personal health, they’ll do it on grounds of planetary health. Not so long ago in Britain it was proposed that each citizen should have a government-approved travel allowance. If you take one flight a year, you’ll pay just the standard amount of tax on the journey. But, if you travel more frequently, if you take a second or third flight, you’ll be subject to additional levies—in the interest of saving the planet for Al Gore’s polar bear documentaries and that carbon-offset palace he lives in in Tennessee.

 

Isn’t this the very definition of totalitarianism-lite? The Soviets restricted the movement of people through the bureaucratic apparatus of “exit visas.” The British are proposing to do it through the bureaucratic apparatus of exit taxes—indeed, the bluntest form of regressive taxation. As with the Communists, the nomenklatura—the Prince of Wales, Al Gore, Madonna—will still be able to jet about hither and yon. What’s a 20% surcharge to them? Especially as those for whom vast amounts of air travel are deemed essential—government officials, heads of NGOs, environmental activists—will no doubt be exempted from having to pay the extra amount. But the ghastly masses will have to stay home.

 

“Freedom of movement” used to be regarded as a bedrock freedom. The movement is still free, but there’s now a government processing fee of $389.95. And the interesting thing about this proposal was that it came not from the Labour Party but the Conservative Party.

 

That’s Stage Two of societal enervation—when the state as guarantor of all your basic needs becomes increasingly comfortable with regulating your behavior. Free peoples who were once willing to give their lives for liberty can be persuaded very quickly to relinquish their liberties for a quiet life. When President Bush talked about promoting democracy in the Middle East, there was a phrase he liked to use: “Freedom is the desire of every human heart.” Really? It’s unclear whether that’s really the case in Gaza and the Pakistani tribal lands. But it’s absolutely certain that it’s not the case in Berlin and Paris, Stockholm and London, New Orleans and Buffalo. The story of the Western world since 1945 is that, invited to choose between freedom and government “security,” large numbers of people vote to dump freedom every time—the freedom to make your own decisions about health care, education, property rights, and a ton of other stuff. It’s ridiculous for grown men and women to say: I want to be able to choose from hundreds of cereals at the supermarket, thousands of movies from Netflix, millions of songs to play on my iPod—but I want the government to choose for me when it comes to my health care. A nation that demands the government take care of all the grown-up stuff is a nation turning into the world’s wrinkliest adolescent, free only to choose its record collection.

 

And don’t be too sure you’ll get to choose your record collection in the end. That’s Stage Three: When the populace has agreed to become wards of the state, it’s a mere difference of degree to start regulating their thoughts. When my anglophone friends in the Province of Quebec used to complain about the lack of English signs in Quebec hospitals, my response was that, if you allow the government to be the sole provider of health care, why be surprised that they’re allowed to decide the language they’ll give it in? But, as I’ve learned during my year in the hellhole of Canadian “human rights” law, that’s true in a broader sense. In the interests of “cultural protection,” the Canadian state keeps foreign newspaper owners, foreign TV operators, and foreign bookstore owners out of Canada. Why shouldn’t it, in return, assume the right to police the ideas disseminated through those newspapers, bookstores and TV networks it graciously agrees to permit?

 

When Maclean’s magazine and I were hauled up in 2007 for the crime of “flagrant Islamophobia,” it quickly became very clear that, for members of a profession that brags about its “courage” incessantly (far more than, say, firemen do), an awful lot of journalists are quite content to be the eunuchs in the politically correct harem. A distressing number of Western journalists see no conflict between attending lunches for World Press Freedom Day every month and agreeing to be micro-regulated by the state. The big problem for those of us arguing for classical liberalism is that in modern Canada there’s hardly anything left that isn’t on the state dripfeed to one degree or another: Too many of the institutions healthy societies traditionally look to as outposts of independent thought—churches, private schools, literature, the arts, the media—either have an ambiguous relationship with government or are downright dependent on it. Up north, “intellectual freedom” means the relevant film-funding agency—Cinedole Canada or whatever it’s called—gives you a check to enable you to continue making so-called “bold, brave, transgressive” films that discombobulate state power not a whit.

 

And then comes Stage Four, in which dissenting ideas and even words are labeled as “hatred.” In effect, the language itself becomes a means of control. Despite the smiley-face banalities, the tyranny becomes more naked: In Britain, a land with rampant property crime, undercover constables nevertheless find time to dine at curry restaurants on Friday nights to monitor adjoining tables lest someone in private conversation should make a racist remark. An author interviewed on BBC Radio expressed, very mildly and politely, some concerns about gay adoption and was investigated by Scotland Yard’s Community Safety Unit for Homophobic, Racist and Domestic Incidents. A Daily Telegraph columnist is arrested and detained in a jail cell over a joke in a speech. A Dutch legislator is invited to speak at the Palace of Westminster by a member of the House of Lords, but is banned by the government, arrested on arrival at Heathrow and deported.

 

America, Britain, and even Canada are not peripheral nations: They’re the three anglophone members of the G7. They’re three of a handful of countries that were on the right side of all the great conflicts of the last century. But individual liberty flickers dimmer in each of them. The massive expansion of government under the laughable euphemism of “stimulus” (Stage One) comes with a quid pro quo down the line (Stage Two): Once you accept you’re a child in the government nursery, why shouldn’t Nanny tell you what to do? And then—Stage Three—what to think? And—Stage Four—what you’re forbidden to think . . . .

 

Which brings us to the final stage: As I said at the beginning, Big Government isn’t about the money. It’s more profound than that. A couple of years back Paul Krugman wrote a column in The New York Times asserting that, while parochial American conservatives drone on about “family values,” the Europeans live it, enacting policies that are more “family friendly.” On the Continent, claims the professor, “government regulations actually allow people to make a desirable tradeoff-to modestly lower income in return for more time with friends and family.”

 

As befits a distinguished economist, Professor Krugman failed to notice that for a continent of “family friendly” policies, Europe is remarkably short of families. While America’s fertility rate is more or less at replacement level—2.1—seventeen European nations are at what demographers call “lowest-low” fertility—1.3 or less—a rate from which no society in human history has ever recovered. Germans, Spaniards, Italians and Greeks have upside-down family trees: four grandparents have two children and one grandchild. How can an economist analyze “family friendly” policies without noticing that the upshot of these policies is that nobody has any families?

 

As for all that extra time, what happened? Europeans work fewer hours than Americans, they don’t have to pay for their own health care, they’re post-Christian so they don’t go to church, they don’t marry and they don’t have kids to take to school and basketball and the 4-H stand at the county fair. So what do they do with all the time?

 

Forget for the moment Europe’s lack of world-beating companies: They regard capitalism as an Anglo-American fetish, and they mostly despise it. But what about the things Europeans supposedly value? With so much free time, where is the great European art? Where are Europe’s men of science? At American universities. Meanwhile, Continental governments pour fortunes into prestigious white elephants of Euro-identity, like the Airbus A380, capable of carrying 500, 800, a thousand passengers at a time, if only somebody somewhere would order the darn thing, which they might consider doing once all the airports have built new runways to handle it.

 

“Give people plenty and security, and they will fall into spiritual torpor,” wrote Charles Murray in In Our Hands. “When life becomes an extended picnic, with nothing of importance to do, ideas of greatness become an irritant. Such is the nature of the Europe syndrome.”

 

The key word here is “give.” When the state “gives” you plenty—when it takes care of your health, takes cares of your kids, takes care of your elderly parents, takes care of every primary responsibility of adulthood—it’s not surprising that the citizenry cease to function as adults: Life becomes a kind of extended adolescence—literally so for those Germans who’ve mastered the knack of staying in education till they’re 34 and taking early retirement at 42. Hilaire Belloc, incidentally, foresaw this very clearly in his book The Servile State in 1912. He understood that the long-term cost of a welfare society is the infantilization of the population.

 

Genteel decline can be very agreeable—initially: You still have terrific restaurants, beautiful buildings, a great opera house. And once the pressure’s off it’s nice to linger at the sidewalk table, have a second café au lait and a pain au chocolat, and watch the world go by. At the Munich Security Conference in February, President Sarkozy demanded of his fellow Continentals, “Does Europe want peace, or do we want to be left in peace?” To pose the question is to answer it. Alas, it only works for a generation or two. And it’s hard to come up with a wake-up call for a society as dedicated as latterday Europe to the belief that life is about sleeping in.

 

As Gerald Ford liked to say when trying to ingratiate himself with conservative audiences, “A government big enough to give you everything you want is big enough to take away everything you have.” And that’s true. But there’s an intermediate stage: A government big enough to give you everything you want isn’t big enough to get you to give any of it back. That’s the position European governments find themselves in. Their citizens have become hooked on unaffordable levels of social programs which in the end will put those countries out of business. Just to get the Social Security debate in perspective, projected public pension liabilities are expected to rise by 2040 to about 6.8% of GDP in the U.S. In Greece, the figure is 25%—i.e., total societal collapse. So what? shrug the voters. Not my problem. I want my benefits. The crisis isn’t the lack of money, but the lack of citizens—in the meaningful sense of that word.

 

Every Democrat running for election tells you they want to do this or that “for the children.” If America really wanted to do something “for the children,” it could try not to make the same mistake as most of the rest of the Western world and avoid bequeathing the next generation a leviathan of bloated bureaucracy and unsustainable entitlements that turns the entire nation into a giant Ponzi scheme. That’s the real “war on children” (to use another Democrat catchphrase)—and every time you bulk up the budget you make it less and less likely they’ll win it.

 

Conservatives often talk about “small government,” which, in a sense, is framing the issue in leftist terms: they’re for big government. But small government gives you big freedoms—and big government leaves you with very little freedom. The bailout and the stimulus and the budget and the trillion-dollar deficits are not merely massive transfers from the most dynamic and productive sector to the least dynamic and productive. When governments annex a huge chunk of the economy, they also annex a huge chunk of individual liberty. You fundamentally change the relationship between the citizen and the state into something closer to that of junkie and pusher—and you make it very difficult ever to change back. Americans face a choice: They can rediscover the animating principles of the American idea—of limited government, a self-reliant citizenry, and the opportunities to exploit your talents to the fullest—or they can join most of the rest of the Western world in terminal decline. To rekindle the spark of liberty once it dies is very difficult. The inertia, the ennui, the fatalism is more pathetic than the demographic decline and fiscal profligacy of the social democratic state, because it’s subtler and less tangible. But once in a while it swims into very sharp focus. Here is the writer Oscar van den Boogaard from an interview with the Belgian paper De Standaard. Mr. van den Boogaard, a Dutch gay “humanist” (which is pretty much the trifecta of Eurocool), was reflecting on the accelerating Islamification of the Continent and concluding that the jig was up for the Europe he loved. “I am not a warrior, but who is?” he shrugged. “I have never learned to fight for my freedom. I was only good at enjoying it.” In the famous Kubler-Ross five stages of grief, Mr. van den Boogard is past denial, anger, bargaining and depression, and has arrived at a kind of acceptance.

 

“I have never learned to fight for my freedom. I was only good at enjoying it.” Sorry, doesn’t work—not for long. Back in New Hampshire, General Stark knew that. Mr. van den Boogard’s words are an epitaph for Europe. Whereas New Hampshire’s motto—”Live free or die!”—is still the greatest rallying cry for this state or any other. About a year ago, there was a picture in the papers of Iranian students demonstrating in Tehran and waving placards. And what they’d written on those placards was: “Live free or die!” They understand the power of those words; so should we.

 …

 

 





A Bit of Prognostication…

15 05 2009

I’m peering into the future.

I’ve been thinking “now, why would Obama REALLY want to close the Guantanamo Bay detention facility?”.  I really doubt it has anything to do with some high moral ground upon which he believes he’s standing.  I think he wants to close Gitmo because he wants to eventually close the whole naval base there, pack up, and leave.  Gitmo is just step one.

The United States holds an in perpetuity lease on the property, but I think Obama is planning on vacating the place entirely and tearing up the lease and he’ll probably do it as some big grand gesture while he apologizes for the imperialism and arrogance of his country.  He wants to lift the embargos and reopen all ties with Cuba but Cuba is not just going to say “yeah, sure, come on back and be our friend”.  They’re going to want something, and the base is the something they’ll want.

However, I believe that as part of the “deal”, some of those 30,000 or so acres will be set aside for American “investors” to get first shot at buying.  And those Americans who will be given the first shot will somehow be tied to Obama and the opportunity will be a quid pro quo in some way.

Mark my words.

P.S.  My last bit of prognostication was that Luis Caldera would take the fall for the NYC flyover debacle.  Like I said, no real fallout for the ridiculous stunt except for Luis Caldera being the patsy for it…a puppet on a string…





Mothers’ Day

10 05 2009

My Mom is in town visiting for Mothers’ Day.  This has become a tradition since the migration to Colorado started.

Kayla (from my Zambia team) wanted to see what my Mom looks like, so, Kayla, here’s me and my Mom, Cheryl, at a Mother’s Day luncheon yesterday.

So glad to have you here, Mom!

My Mom and Me, Mothers' Day 2009 by you.

My Mom doesn’t know how to use a computer, maybe her friend Ruth will come on by here and print up this picture for her!)





Helpful Swine Flu Link

4 05 2009

I was forwarded this by my friend, (and office manager of one of my jobs) Holly.  We work in the vaccination world, so we get lots of calls and questions about swine flu.

Thought I’d pass it along to you.  Information is power!

Click HERE.





A Short Memory…

28 04 2009

When I heard that there was a photo-op staged in New York city featuring a low altitude flyover by a jumbo jet being chased by an F-16 fighter jet, I thought “Surely, you jest, who’d do anything that stupid?”.

I saw the footage myself…one of the planes that serves as Air Force One flew low over the “ground zero” area of Manhattan and the Statue of Liberty.  It was escorted by a fighter jet.  Immediately MY brain went to pictures of 9/11.  I cannot even IMAGINE what it must have made those who were there in New York when those planes flew in low over their city and slammed into the Twin Towers feel!!!

Did these administration people REALLY think this was a good idea?  Do they REMEMBER 9/11 and what it looked like for those on the ground in NYC and those watching TV?????

Mayor Bloomberg has the right to be furious.  All of NYC has the right to be furious.  They SHOULD be furious.  This was insensitive.  Uuncaring.  UNBELIEVABLE.  Good grief.  TRY PHOTOSHOPPING!  Don’t recreate the worst and most frightening event in our recent history in order to get a pretty picture.

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Apparently Rahm Emanuel and Obama himself are upset about the decision to do this.  I don’t believe they are upset.  I don’t believe they didn’t know it was going to happen.  Obama is such a narcissist I simply don’t think it crossed his mind that this might be something that might be scary to other people.  All Obama had to say was that it was a “mistake” and that he was “in the dark”.  No apology.  Dude doesn’t think NYC deserves an apology for scaring the daylights out of them.  The guy who would take the fall (which there won’t be one, trust me) for this “mistake” is the Director of the White House Military Office, Louis Caldera.  This is a position which has always been held by active military.  While Caldera did serve in the armed forces, he’s a lawyer who most recently “served” as a California state lawmaker.  A super great patsy for Obama if he needed one, who I’m sure, controls him like a puppet on a string.

Honestly, I think this is Obama and his minions looking to see just how far they can go and not suffer any consequences.  It’s like a trial balloon, only a really freaking scary one.  More new memories, a gift from an administration whose memory is short…or is it?

Oh, and did I mention that this little stunt cost “us” between $300,000 and $400,000??  Yeah.  Nice.  Real nice.  Scare everyone nearly to death, and then charge them for the pleasure…





Swine Flu

27 04 2009

The swine flu is strange because it jumped species…from pigs to humans.  Even stranger still, this particular strain can be passed from human host to human host.  Should you be worried?

It’s something to keep an eye on, but nothing to panic over.  I think that for the U.S. the stats are that only one person has been sick enough from this swine flu outbreak to require hospitalization.  And there are less than 100 documented cases at this time.

Ordinary garden variety seasonal flu takes the lives, on average, of 36,000 people per year.  This year’s flu was relatively mild.  If you got the flu shot this year (I got my very first one this year) it does NOT offer you any protection from the swine flu.

You want to keep from getting the flu?  From getting the swine flu?  This nurse’s advice?

WASH YOUR HANDS!!!!!!  WASH THEM OFTEN!!!!!!!  WITH SOAP and WATER!!!!!!  And keep your hands away from your face. 





Deep In The Heart of Texas

18 04 2009

I’ve been thinking about Texas lately.  In large part because I am “worst case scenario girl”.  Which is weird, because I am also a hopeless optimist about some things.  Figure that out.  I had a Texas “aha moment” this morning.

Anywhooo, I look at what is happening in the United States and have been wondering just what would the United States look like if it completely fell apart.  Let’s just say at some point in our history we get to a place where we are so weakened politically, socially, and economically that we become prey to the world.  As I see it, this is how the United States would end up being broken down geographically…

1.  The south finally secedes but doesn’t last long on its own as it is quickly overtaken by South American communist nations backed by Russia.  They call themselves The Confederate States of America.  No surprise there.  Russia doesn’t let them fly the the confederate flag either.  Doing so is punishable by death or life spent in the Bayoulag.  Missouri is misspelled on all Russian maps as “Misery”.

2.  The northeast and much of the midwest joins the EU.  They retain the name The United States of America, but the rest of world snickers about that.  Ultimately they change the name of their country to United Socialist States Republic, the USSR.  They get sued by Russia for name infringement and ultimately change their name once again.  This time they pick “Changeland”.  No one has a problem with that. 

3.  Northern California and the Pacific northwest is annexed by Russia without a fight.  They are glad to finally feel “at home” in their own country.  This elation, as you can imagine, doesn’t last long.  Because of their wealth, Russia taxes the snot out of them and just for fun takes away most of their property and freedoms, but they are simply called teabagging racists when they protest.  Russia doesn’t care what their concerns are or how they feel.  Nyet.  They’re just trying to make it fair for all of Russia. 

4.  Hawaii is finally taken by Japan after a brief battle.  Nothing at all changes for them except that they now spend Yen.  And schoolchildren are thrilled because now it’s totally easy to draw their new flag.  No one could ever get all those colors and lines correct on the old Hawiian flag

5.  Southern California, Arizona, New Mexico, Nevada, and Utah are taken by Mexico.  It’s an easy transition.  The states become Mexican states without changing their names.  They are forced to speak Spanish as it’s the official language of Mexico.  They’re all like “hey wait!  We didn’t make YOU speak English when you came here and English was the official language!!”.  Mexico is like “lo siento, pauvracitos!”  It’s illegal to send money from Mexico to any relatives who might be living elsewhere in the defunct USA.  Mexico becomes unofficially known as Nuevo New Mexico.  They thought about New Mexico, but that was already a state, and New New Mexico sounded totally estupido, so Nuevo New Mexico, or NNW it becomes!  The former Americans are not allowed to refer to themselves as American-Mexicans or wave the former flags of their states.  In an unexpected coup, the formerly-American-now-Mexican women band together with the previously-Mexican-American-now Mexican women and the original-Mexican women and successfully get “Mexico” changed to “Mexica”.  Mexicans born in Mexico now call themselves OMs, for Original Mexicans.

6.  Minnesota and the Dakotas voluntarily approach Canada in order to save themselves from everyone else eyeing them.  They become one province, Dakotasota.  They learn french, because they want to, not because they have to, eh.  Without an intact America to provide ipso facto protection from the wolves at its door, Canada (and Dakotasota) ALSO joins the EU.  The EU decides it needs to change ITS name to embrace its new North American members (and by now there are Asian, Middle Eastern and African nations who have joined as well).  It doesn’t want to make anyone feel disenfranchised and so it becomes the World Union.  “Woo Woo Woo” becomes the offical chant of support for this new megasuperpower.  Which is good, because chanting “EU EU EU” sounds an awful lot like “EWW EWW EWW”, which just isn’t all that great of a chant if you know what I mean.  Sharia law is now the official body of law for the WU.

7.  Idaho, Montana, Wyoming, and Colorado attempt to band together, but are landlocked, and this becomes a big issue for them as Mexico, Russia, Canada, and the EU/WU refuse to allow airspace or waterway access.  So, they survive, but are cut off from the rest of world.  Most there are okay with that and live simple but extremely hard lives like settlers before them.  At least they have some of the best national parks there to visit, but it’s a long horse ride to get to any of them.  They pick a particulary dreadful name for their new nation…Big Red.  No one really knows why this is what it ended up being, but the other choice was Idamocowy.  Even Big Red sounds good next to that.  Boulderites are initially given the option of relocating to Oregon, but so many refused that Big Red simply forced them to secede.  So they become like Lisotho.  A little “island” nation completely surrounded by its neighbor.

9.  Alaska.  I haven’t fully decided what I think would come of Alaska.  Probably part of it would end up Russian and part of it Canadian.  It’s full of oil and diamonds and other resources, so the fight might be ongoing and bloody.

10.  Everyone sort of just forgets about Puerto Rico. 

11.  China quietly sits by waiting for some of the dust to settle and then, in the boldest, fastest, and most imperialistic land grab EVER, steamrollers across the Pacific taking Japan (and Hawaii), Guam, Kwajelien, the Marshall Islands, the Russian states of America, and Nueva New Mexica, and Central America (they want the Panama Canal) in one fell swoop.  And then it decides to take Antarctica, just because no one really “owns” it yet and there were a couple of million soldiers with nothing else to do.

12.  Texas asserts its (non-existant on paper, but existent deep in the hearts of many Texans) “right to secede” and becomes the nation that all those years ago it planned to be able to become if it ever wanted to, as evidenced by their flag.

The Texas State Flag

Which brings us to Texas and the “aha moment” I had this morning.  The flag of Texas is what the United States flag would look like if there was only one state.  How did it take 44 years to have this dawn on me?

Texas thrives on its own as a breakaway Republic and carries on what had once been the great American Experiment.  Even though it will totally destroy it’s cool shape, Texas allows Oklahoma to join the fledgling nation.  It decides to go by “Texas”.  It makes its motto “Don’t Mess With Texas” and no one does.  Cuba, having realized that they’ve been wrong all these decades, really wants in on the Texas Experiment.  No one answers their calls.

And that is how “worst case scenario girl/hopeless optimist girl” can see it happening, tongue only partly in cheek.





Trail Canyon Trail

17 04 2009

A redunant name for a beautiful hiking trail in the foothills of Los Angeles.  “A place so beautiful, they named it twice”.  I went back “home” to the L.A. area for the Easter weekend.  Phil and the kids and I headed out on Monday morning to find the trailhead.  The trail we were seeking leads to a waterfall, as all of the hikes I go on with them do.  This waterfall was along the Gold Creek.

The book we were using as our guide was published in the 80’s, so sometimes the directions are hit or miss.  This one was a HIT!  The only “glitch” was that the sign we were looking for which would lead to the trailhead was missing on the way.  When we turned around to look from the other direction, there it was, and once we found it the directions were spot on.

We hiked in about 2 1/2 miles up (and 2 1/2 miles back, which is good, it’s always good to hike out as far as you’ve hiked in!) on a well maintained trail which completely lacked any evidence of human presence…no trash, no graffiti, no dog poop….barely even shoeprints in the softer areas.

We forded the stream a number of the times on the way there, but didn’t even get our feet wet.  I was a bit worried to be hiking since I jacked my right knee up back in December, but it held up nicely.  I was very careful about foot placement and avoiding any pivoting on it.  I tell you this just to show that the hike, though not totally easy, was doable even for the gimp in the group.  (So you could do it, too!)  The hike took us through lush green woods along paths liberally decorated with itty bitty wildflowers.  This purple beauty measured less than an inch across.  Didn’t even see the teensy weensy red bugs crawling around until I uploaded my pictures!

Purple Flower, Red Bugs by you.

And it took us through more poison oak than any of us had ever seen in our lives!  Phil and at least a couple of his kids are really prone to getting horrific rashes from it and warnings rang out frequently about avoiding touching it!  (And upon arriving home, all clothes were stripped and washed, and showers were taken, it was that bad!)  I haven’t heard if any of them broke out or not, but Richard was already sporting some nasty rashes from his LAST excursion into the wilderness.

Back to the hike.  We came around one bend and found ourselves in a manzanita forest.  Manzanita is a bush that is found in the chaparrel biome.  Manzanita is spanish for “little apple”, I guess because the seeds look alot like little apples.  The trunk and branches are a deep rosey red, and they are smooooooooth and satiny.  Any way, these were huge TREES!  Never seen anything like it.  Phil shows how tall the bushes usually are.  The trunks were so thick you couldn’t get your arms around them.

Phil and the Manzanitas by you.

The trail led us to something I can only describe as a CLIFF.  Rocks jutting out high over a small canyon.  Richard loves to rock climb.  I am afraid of heights.  He decided to pick his way down to the canyon.  I wanted to take a picture of him doing it, but couldn’t get close enough to the edge to do that, so I took a picture of him disappearing through a crack in the CLIFF.  Bye Richard.  I hope I see you again!

Richard Gives Me the Heebies By Rock Climbing... by you.

He took the short way down, we took the long way down, and we met back up at the bottom.

The last bit of the hike was a little steep and the dirt a bit loose, but when when we rounded the last corner before the waterfall, we entered a little bitty paradise!  The cataract measured about 50 feet tall and tumbled into a small, clear pool.

The Gold Creek Falls (Real name?  Dunno!) by you.

There was a large sycamore tree at the edge of the pool which had a high green and lacy canopy.  The canopy provided shade and showed off a brilliant blue sky above it.  Off came shoes and socks!  The bottom of the pool was firm and sandy/pebbly.  But boy oh, the water was cold!  Of course I orchestrated one of my famous foot pictures, but I couldn’t stand being in the water for more than a minute or so.

Foot Picture in the Basin Pool by you.

My feet are wimpy because they have spent all winter in shoes (and I just got a pedicure further removing any protective toughened skin!).  But Jonathan’s feet suffered no such wimpiness.  This kid was swimming in that cold water!

Jonathan Braves the Cold Water and Gets Soaked Through! by you.

Head to toe wet.  Brrrrr.

Alaska and Avie Get Cold by you.

We played and laughed for a time and decided this would be a great place for a picnic.  Plenty of large flat rocks to serve as a picnic table. I don’t know if we got lucky that day having the place to ourselves, or if it is a little visited place.  I wonder if we went back in the summer for that picnic if there would be a horde of people vying for the best seats on the rocks!

Time to put our shoes back on and go.

Playing in the Basin by you.

A hidden place which seemed to have been created, at least for that day, just for us!

For the LORD your God is bringing you into a good land—a land with streams and pools of water, with springs flowing in the valleys and hills…Deuteronomy 8:7 (NIV)

Some of the best times of my life are spent exploring God’s creation with my big brother and his kids.





Compilation of Beatles Videos and Lyrics!

8 04 2009

 Do You Love The Beatles?


 
Click ont the title, and you’ll get the video and lyrics!!!!  Pretty awesome!!

A Day in the Life
A Hard Day’s Night
A Taste of Honey
Across The Universe
Act Naturally
All I’ve got to Do
All My Loving
All Together Now
All You Need Is Love
And I Love Her
And Your Bird Can Sing
Anna (Go To Him)
Another Girl
Any Time At All
Ask Me Why
Baby It’s You
Baby You’re A Rich Man
Baby’s in Black
Back In The USSR
Bad Boy
Because
Being for the Benefit of Mr. Kite!
Birthday
Blackbird
Blue Jay Way
Boys
Can’t Buy Me Love
Carry That Weight
Chains
Come Together
Cry Baby Cry
Day Tripper
Dear Prudence
Devil In Her Heart
Dig A Pony
Dig It
Dizzy Miss Lizzie
Do You Want to Know a Secret
Doctor Robert
Don’t Bother Me
Don’t Let Me Down
Don’t Pass Me By
Drive My Car
Eight Days a Week
Eleanor Rigby
Every Little Thing
Everybody’s Got Something to Hide Except For Me and My Monkey
Everybody’s Trying to be My Baby
Fixing a Hole
Flying (instrumental)
For No One
For You Blue
Free As A Bird
From Me To You
Get Back
Getting Better
Girl
Glass Onion
Golden Slumbers
Good Day Sunshine
Good Morning, Good Morning
Good Night
Got To Get You Into My Life
Happiness is a Warm Gun
Hello, Goodbye
Help
Helter Skelter
Her Majesty
Here Comes The Sun
Here, There And Everywhere
Hey Bulldog
Hey Jude
Hold Me Tight
Honey Don’t
Honey Pie
I Am the Walrus
I Call Your Name
I Don’t Want to Spoil the Party
I Feel Fine
I Me Mine
I Need You
I Saw Her Standing There
I Should Have Known Better
I Wanna Be Your Man
I Want To Hold Your Hand
I Want To Tell You
I Want You (She’s So Heavy)
I Will
I’ll Be Back
I’ll Cry Instead
I’ll Follow the Sun
I’ll Get You
I’m a Loser
I’m Down
I’m Just Happy to Dance with You
I’m Looking Through You
I’m Only Sleeping
I’m so tired
I’ve Got A Feeling
I’ve Just Seen a Face
If I Fell
If I Needed Someone
In My Life
It Won’t Be Long
It’s All Too Much
It’s Only Love
Julia
Kansas City/Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey
Komm Gib Mir Deine Hand
Lady Madonna
Let it Be
Little Child
Long Tall Sally
Long, Long, Long
Love Me Do
Love You To
Lovely Rita
Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds
Maggie Mae
Magical Mystery Tour
Martha My Dear
Matchbox
Maxwell’s Silver Hammer
Mean Mr. Mustard
Michelle
Misery
Money (That’s What I Want)
Mother Nature’s Son
Mr. Moonlight
No Reply
Norwegian Wood
Not a Second Time
Nowhere Man
Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da
Octopus’s Garden
Oh! Darling
Old Brown Shoe
One After 909
Only A Northern Song
P.S. I Love You
Paperback Writer
Penny Lane
Piggies
Please Mister Postman
Please Please Me
Polythene Pam
Rain
Real Love
Revolution 1
Revolution 9
Rock and Roll Music
Rocky Raccoon
Roll Over Beethoven
Run For Your Life
Savoy Truffle
Sexy Sadie
Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band
Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band (Reprise)
She Came In Through The Bathroom Window
She Loves You
She Said, She Said
She’s A Woman
She’s Leaving Home
Sie Liebt Dich
Slow Down
Something
Strawberry Fields Forever
Sun King
Taxman
Tell Me What You See
Tell Me Why
Thank You Girl
The Ballad of John And Yoko
The Continuing Story of Bungalow Bill
The End
The Fool On The Hill
The Inner Light
The Long And Winding Road
The Night Before
The Word
There’s A Place
Things We Said Today
Think For Yourself
This Boy
Ticket to Ride
Till There was You
Tomorrow Never Knows
Twist and Shout
Two of Us
Wait
We Can Work It Out
What Goes On
What You’re Doing
When I Get Home
When I’m Sixty-Four
While My Guitar Gently Weeps
Why don’t we do it in the road
Wild Honey Pie
With a Little Help From My Friends
Within You Without You
Words of Love
Yellow Submarine
Yer Blues
Yes It Is
Yesterday
You Can’t Do That
You Know My Name
You Like Me Too Much
You Never Give Me Your Money
You Really Got a Hold on Me
You Won’t See Me
You’re Going to Lose That Girl
You’ve Got to Hide Your Love Away
Your Mother Should Know





Why Socialism Won’t Work In America…

7 04 2009

It’s rather simple, really.

Socialism and major socialist programs (like healthcare) won’t work (and haven’t worked) in America simply because most in America have lived much more prosperously than most people in other nations…and because of that, their expectations are higher.

Socialism, even at its best, is a step down from the American dream. 

Europeans have never lived the American dream.  Their expectations reflect that. 

Americans will want capitalism quality from socialism “equality”.

And that just ain’t gonna happen.





Ophemisms…”Words. Just Words.”

4 04 2009

Since we are all about changing what we call things in my country, I decided to create a new word to use instead of “euphemism” which can be used when Obamessiah and his faithful rename something in their attempts to strip the word of its original power, or to change its meaning entirely.

I have ALWAYS, and I mean ALWAYS been juuuust a little bit irritated by the renaming of things.  Like when “we” decided “we” should call blacks “African-Americans”.  The only real African-Americans are americans who used to live in Africa but now live in America, not anyone with dark skin who may or may not be of African decent.  I mean, I am of European decent, but I don’t want to be called a “European-American” for heaven’s sake.  I’m okay with being “white”.  In fact, one of my friends/co-workers called me out when I refered to a patient as being “black”.  “We prefer the term ‘African-American’”.  I explained to her my reasoning behind using black instead, and she understood, but wished I would use African-American instead of black in the future, for her at least.  So I did.  Hence the birth of the African-American jelly bean.  I substituted “African-American” for black wherever I could.  She got the humor in it but also really got my point…just because it’s black doesn’t mean it’s from Africa…and let me off the hook.

Other euphemisms I don’t like?  “The Korean conflict” instead of “the Korean war”.  “Physically challenged” or ”other-abled” instead of “handicapped” or “disabled”.  The changes I dislike the most are those changed for political reasons or to be politically correct. 

Which brings me back around to the new Ophemisms, which I find particularly odious.

“Man caused disaster” instead of “terrorism”, “Overseas Contingency Operation” instead of “Global War on Terror”, “detainees” instead of “enemy combatants”.  Newspeak, just like George Orwell wrote about.

Apparently there is a Winston Smith sitting at a desk somewhere in Washington DC who receives scraps of paper with items on them that need rewriting in order to make them fit in with Big Brother’s agenda for his society and to change the perceptions of the people (my favorite changes were the rewriting of chocolate rations and the creation of Comrade Ogilvy out of thin air).  So this DC Winston wannabe rewrites what the administration needs whitewashed, hands them to the administration which trots them out, thus changing history in a way, or at least attempting to change the meaning of history and words by changing the words themselves.  “Detainee” means nothing.  “Enemy combatant” says something.  “Man caused disaster”?  This befuddles me entirely.  Since this crowd is also the global warming crowd, and global warming is also (to them) a man caused disaster, does this not put all of humanity on the same scale as far as guilt in disasters is concerned?  Does that not put the average world citizen who goes about his/her daily life just living and creating greenhouse gases in the process into the same category as those who seek to kill and destroy just for death and destruction’s sake?  Are they saying that we are all just terrorists in our own way?  Or are they saying terrorism is just another “disaster”.  And we are tired of disasters because the words disaster and crisis have been used to describe pretty much anything remotely bad and have thus lost their power as descriptive words altogether.

Words mean something.  Words have historical value.  In WWII millions were terrorized, tortured, and died in death pogroms and death camps across Europe.  Would these people also just be “detainees” in todayspeak?  We call that “the holocaust”.  Holocaust is a word that is ripe with emotion and depth.  It MEANS something.  It stirs up our pathos, our horror, our disgust, and our shame.  The holocaust wasn’t the “European Detainee Contingency”, or the “Continental Pajama Party”.  It was the holocaust.

Calling the war on terror the “Overseas Contingency Plan” intimates that we don’t have to deal with terrorism on our soil.  It’s not overseas when it happens here.  Terrorists are HERE.  Or they are coming here.  They don’t stay overseas.  I guess calling it the “Overseas Contingency Plan” is doubleplusgood to some, but for me?  It’s doubleplusungood.

If you haven’t read George Orwell’s “1984″ or “Animal Farm”, it’s time you did so.  Both are powerful and deliberate editorials on government and what it can do when it has too much power.  Both contain elements of rewriting words and changing their meanings and intents and how doing this plays into ongoing perpetration of ideology and the watering down of truths.

It’s time we start to take a really hard look at the changes going on around us and stop taking things at face value.  Like Obama said, words are important.  They aren’t “just words”.  When running for president, Obama gave a speech where he talked about the importance of words.  Because he DOES place importance on words, we need delve deep into the words he is using…especially into his new words.  He is changing terminology for specific reasons, and my question is WHY?  What is his intent in doing so?  Trust me, there’s a specific agenda in it.

It’s time to really listen to the words being spoken.  And especially to the reinvented words.  And it’s time to start asking “to what end are these changes being made?”.

Afterall.  Words aren’t just words.





Photo Friday – “Clocks”

3 04 2009

So, this week’s Photo Friday topic is “Clocks”.  I LOVE love love love love timepieces.  I have two clocks in my house that are particular faves.  This one is a “Baby Ben” and it was given to me by my friend Heather many years ago to remind me that some clocks, like friendships, require regular windings and occasional resettings when the time gets off.

 Baby Ben by you.

This second clock was given to me by a patient many years ago.  He made it by hand.  I have been given many lovely gifts over the years by people for whom I have cared.  This is my favorite!

 Awesome Clock by you.

These pictures were taken within minutes of each other…both of the times are wrong!  :-)

And finally, this one is especially for Jan of the blog A Curious State of Affairs, because this is the stupid kind of stuff Americans do!  :-)

Little Bitty Big Ben by you.

 For you players, you know the Mr. Linky drill!

Coming up on Photo Friday:

Friday 10th April: Author’s choice: Easter Celebrations

Friday 17th April: Mrs Nascar’s choice: Statues

Friday 24th: Tall T’s choice: Heritage (something that reminds you of your nationality or your heritage)

Friday 1st May: Tall T’s choice: Future (something that you look forward to in the future, or something that reminds you of the future)

I have not suggested a topic for future Photo Fridays in AGES.  Do you have any ideas of something you might like to see interpreted?  If you do, please share!





I Wasn’t Going To Say Anything…

2 04 2009

but, okay, I changed my mind…

Obama has given another crappy gift.  This time to the Queen of England.  I was prepared to cut him some slack on the iPod gift.

HOWEVER, I just learned that before giving her the gift, he loaded it up with “footage” of him giving speeches.

This guy is a real narcissist!

And before you start telling me about the gift the queen gave to the Obamas (a picture of her and her husband in a silver frame) and how that must be narcissistic as well, know that this is the gift she gives all visiting dignitaries.  It’s a crappy gift, too, but it’s the same crappy gift for everyone…it’s what she does, and she’s the queen, so whatev.

I almost can’t wait to see what he does next!  When he meets with the “president” of Russia, might I suggest an autographed basketball?  (Yes, Virginia, signed by Obama, not some NBA player.)