2004 November | The Bull Speaks!

A Temporary Change

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This issue should be resolved before the end of the weekend.
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~M*

A Survivor!

Wow! Talk about miricles, will ya? Miss Jeanna Giese has done the impossible. She has survived a case of rabies without the vaccination!

I’m not sure how most people feel about rabies nowadays, but when I was growing up in the south-end of Appalachia there was no worse horror lurking in the forest and backyards than the killer Rabies. Every child knew what the signs were of infected animals. Everyone knew to never make contact with bats, and everyone was clear about which forest animals were the most common carriers. If you were bitten by any animal without a valid rabies vaccination tag you were trotted off to the doctor to start a painful series of injections in the faintest of hopes that should you acquire the disease you may – somehow – survive. For ages it was injections into the abdomen. Later, in the arm. My ex-wife had to suffer through the agony of waiting and not knowing when she was bitten by an un-vaccinated Chow dog in 1999. (The family moved, taking the dog, before its required quarantine was complete. I blame the County for not taking the dog into custody.)

To hear that a child survived the worst possible disease lightens my heart on this Thanksgiving Day. Yet, I need to ask: why this girl did not go to a doctor when first bitten? Was it believed that because the bat that bit her was living in a church that it could not carry rabies? Or was it that it was beleived that since the child was in church at the time ‘God would look after her’? Wiccan or Christian, one thing remains the same: God helps those who help themselves.
You’ve really got to wonder about people nowadays…. Anyhoo, here’s the story.

From Fox News Online and The Associated Press…

Girl First to Survive Rabies Without Vaccine

WAUWATOSA, Wis. â€??? A unique combination of drugs has made a 15-year-old girl the first known human to survive rabies without vaccination, doctors said.

A team of physicians gambled on an experimental treatment and induced a coma in Jeanna Giese to stave off the usually fatal infection, said Dr. Rodney Willoughby, a pediatric disease infection specialist at Children’s Hospital of Wisconsin. “No one had really done this before, even in animals,” Willoughby said. “None of the drugs are fancy. If this works it can be done in a lot of countries.”

Only five people in the world before Jeanna are known to have survived rabies after the onset of symptoms, said Dr. Charles Rupprecht, chief of the rabies section at the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention. But they had received standard treatment â€??? a series of rabies vaccine shots â€??? before experiencing symptoms.

Rabies, which attacks the brain and the nervous system, is considered untreatable with the onset of symptoms, which include fever, headache, anxiety, loss of consciousness. “Basically we had a race and Jeanna won. Her immune system won,” Rupprecht said at a news conference Tuesday. Rupprecht said the CDC is reevaluating its approach to rabies in people, and scientists are studying what drug combinations might work in infected animals.

Although the United States has only a few cases of human rabies each year, someone in the world dies of rabies every 15 minutes on average, Rupprecht said. Jeanna was infected when she was bitten by a bat while at church Sept. 12 but did not seek treatment. She began showing rabies symptoms Oct. 13 and was hospitalized two days later.

Willoughby said the treatment, which includes two anesthetics and two antiviral medications, will have to be duplicated in another patient before it can be credited as a rabies treatment. Willoughby said he would not reveal the exact drugs used until a report is published in a medical journal. Doctors do not know whether Jeanna will have neurological or physical problems from the attack on her immune system. Doctors hope to release her from a rehabilitation ward by Christmas. Her parents said she stood up for the first time Tuesday and recognizes people when they came in the room.

John and Ann Giese, of Fond du Lac, said they did not hesitate when doctors approached them about trying the experimental treatment. They already had been told their daughter probably would die. “Miracles can happen,” John Giese said. “We believed it from day one. We had to convince everyone else.”

Child-Killers , and those that make it possible.

I told myself that I’d not read the story about a mother, (Dena Schlosser of Plano, TX), killing her child by amputating the baby’s arms at the shoulder with a kitchen knife. I didn’t think I needed the heartache.

I was right. I didn’t need it. But I read it anyway.

And a good thing too! Otherwise I’d have missed out on the oh-so special words of wisdom from DePaul University law professor Michelle Oberman. Oberman has found the answer to the problem of murderous parents – “they are sick”.

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[Insert stunned look here.] Duh.

The Professor goes on to say that Texas is bringing some of the excess media attention from this type of case on itself with the way it prosecutes such cases.
“It gears up the criminal justice system for a death penalty prosecution, rather than approaching the cases as instances of profound mental illness,” Oberman said.

Well, hell yes they are gearing up for a death penelty prosecution! A child was butchered, you dipsh*t! And whether or not the bitch that did it is “mentally ill” or not is meaningless. If she did it, (She confessed to the crime, telling a 911 operator she’d cut off the arms of her baby girl.), then she should get her Consititutionally guaranteed trial and then have her Constitutionally ok’d execution.

And while me and the dear professor will go ’round and ’round on the best way to deal with child-killers, sane or otherwise, there is a more disturbing problem in this story. Get this, Schlosser had been investigated on child-neglect allegations this year, but Texas Child Protective Services had recently closed a seven-month investigation, concluding that Schlosser did not pose a risk to her children.

I don’t know about you, Dear Reader, but I’m about sick to my teeth of hearing of so-called “Child Protective Services” empowering child abusers and murderers. Not just in Texas, but nationwide! How many times in just the last two years, nevermind the last decade, have cases of child death or injury have had similar words in the newspaper coverage. Some agency ‘investigated’, and dropped the ball.

And a child pays.

Methinks it’s time that “Child Protective Services” means just that, rather than merely an easy Government paycheck for lazy bastards and bitches that really couldn’t care less about kids. Hell, wonder what we’d find if we investigated the child welfare of the kids of “Child Protective Services” workers? My guess is that we have foxes in the hen house. If that sounds like I’m accusing these social workers of child neglect and complicity in the deaths of untold numbers of kids in this country there is a good reason for it.
I am making that accusation.
~M*

A Friendly Reminder from the Past

“Four score and seven years ago, our fathers brought forth upon this continent a new nation: conceived in liberty, and dedicated to the proposition that all men are created equal.

“Now we are engaged in a great civil war. . .testing whether that nation, or any nation so conceived and so dedicated. . . can long endure. We are met on a great battlefield of that war.

“We have come to dedicate a portion of that field as a final resting place for those who here gave their lives that that nation might live. It is altogether fitting and proper that we should do this.

“But, in a larger sense, we cannot dedicate. . .we cannot consecrate. . . we cannot hallow this ground. The brave men, living and dead, who struggled here have consecrated it, far above our poor power to add or detract. The world will little note, nor long remember, what we say here, but it can never forget what they did here.

“It is for us the living, rather, to be dedicated here to the unfinished work which they who fought here have thus far so nobly advanced. It is rather for us to be here dedicated to the great task remaining before us. . .that from these honored dead we take increased devotion to that cause for which they gave the last full measure of devotion. . . that we here highly resolve that these dead shall not have died in vain. . . that this nation, under God, shall have a new birth of freedom. . . and that government of the people. . .by the people. . .for the people. . . shall not perish from the earth. ”

Abraham Lincoln
19 November 1863

That’s two. Dare I hope?

From Fox News Online:

Masked gunmen killed Sheik Ghalib Ali al-Zuhairi, a member of the Association of Muslim Scholars, which is an influential Sunni clerics group that has called for a boycott of nationwide elections scheduled for Jan. 30. He was shot as he was leaving a mosque in the town of Muqdadiyah and died in the local hospital, said police Col. Raisan Hussein.

Dare I hope that this is a sign that the Iraqi people have simply had enough of these weenies that are determined to destroy their country’s best chance for a bright future? And it also appears the Iraqi people are still honest enough with themselves to realize that sometimes you have to fight fire with fire – and masked gunmen with masked gunmen. So be it. I wish them luck if it is so.

I suspect that any day now there will be a rumor, quickly becoming a major news story, that these ‘masked gunmen’ are actually US Special Forces carrying out surgical hits to kill the roots of the insurrection. You know what? If that were to be the case, then I’d say it’s about damned time we woke up and saw the world for what it is and acted accordingly. Yes, let me find out that this is true and I’ll go outside and cheer in the street.

~M*

The Bad Example… (sarcasm)

(Hey! This is my 100th post on this new domain! w00t!)

Yesterday I posted about the internal family war that has started for no apparent reason. With the extended in-laws considering me dangerous, and a generally “bad influence on the children”. This coming, of course, from people that have not even seen their own children, in some cases, for years. [click on the photos for a larger image]

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Fine. Here’s you a chance to see me at work being that “bad influence”. This is the entire gang. Exausted and wet from the swimming pool, the woman on the left in yellow is my dear wife, Beth. I’m the grey-beard, and all the rest are our children. Yeah, six (6) of them. In order of age, Clancy, Kelli, Jacob, Sarah, Jack and Anthony. The youngest are twins. You can see already how bad a father figure I am, can’t you? Oh! The horror!

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Perhaps here…. This is a photo of me and my oldest three in the surf at Dauphin Island, AL. It was Jacob’s first ever encounter with the sea. And the first time for the girls since they were wee toddlers. Look closely… Can you see the horror in their eyes at being in the presence of their biological, but very Pagan, father? You see the fear, right? Especially on the faces of the oldest girl and my son, since they both happen to be devoutly Christian. You can tell they are scared to death that I’m going to convert them to my Pagan ways or make a good salty soup out of them any second by use of my magic wand and a heat ray there from…

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Oh! Here’s a good one. As you can see, I’m attempting to wrap the twins in a blanket so that they may be fed to my Hell Hound familiar, (the white fuzzy object on the left of the picture), with relative ease. (All Witches should have a familiar. All the TV shows say so! Mine is a Hell Hound that just happens to look like a fluffy white Shih Tzu.) You have no idea of how hard it is to get tender twins to feed to your Shih Tzu, er… Hell Hound, puppies nowadays. Either they are too fat causing lipid problems in the puppy’s blood count, or they are simply too fast for the short-legged beast to catch. I’ve found the ‘twins-in-a-blanket’ approach solves the running issue. As to weight, ya just got to simply starve the little blighters. Just ask my detractors. They will tell you I never feed the munchkins… Be sure to note the look of dread on both little boys and the satanic smirk on my face. I’m certain the nose ring helps me to look properly “satanic”.

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Rats! You’ve caught me!
Here I am in my usual ‘everyday wear’ advancing upon the throat of my daughter Sarah for a quick night-time snack of whole blood. Notice how I’ve stunned the poor lass by changing her into a Princess. (Frogs are so pass’ee, don’t you think?) Poor little child doesn’t know what’s sneaking up on her. Well, that’s actually a lie since she was overheard to say to a trick-or-treater that called me a ‘real vampire’, “Hey! That’s my vampire Daddy!”.
But I’m sure she shivered in fright as she said it.

I think I’m supposed to say “Muhahahaha!” right about now.

There. The truth is out. My evil ways and wicked appearance have finally done me in!
If you will send a note ahead I’ll be sure to be at home when you come to burn me at the stake. That *is* the usual form of execution for *my type*, isn’t it?
The address is 1313 Mockingbird Lane. Shall I make brownies for the Execution Party? RSVP.

Yours,
~M*, the bad influence and poor father figure.

Keeping a promise to myself and American Veterans

*January 2003…*
*I’m flat on my very sore back in an airbed on, I believe, the fourth floor of the Atlanta VA Medical Center in Decatur, GA. I’m sporting fifty-three shiny new staples down the back of my neck and upper spine. The pain meds are working, I survived a touch-and-go surgery, and my girlfriend has just washed my feet.
Life is Good.*

Granted, it didn’t *stay* good, but for *that* moment it was really, *really* great.
I felt so happy at no longer being quasi-paralyzed that right off I promised that when I was once again on my feet I’d do my level best to help every Veteran I could. I’d be an advocate, working inside and with the VA Health Care to get these people the same help that had saved my life.

Later, (*like three days later*), I discovered that the Veteran for damned sure needs all the help he/she can get with the VA Health Care system… Because left on its own it will screw over the Veteran and toss the remains into the street to live or die by his/her own wits. Fortunately for me, my condition was beyond the VA’s experience and I had surgeons from Emory University that came to the VA hospital to give me care and do my surgery, though I still damned near ended up – *quite literally* – tossed in the street.

Now, to be fair, not every hospital is like Atlanta VA Medical Center and/or Asheville VA Medical Center in Asheville, NC. Many are up to par with any civilian hospital. Others are simply superb, like Salem VA Medical Center and Hunter Holmes McGuire VA Medical Center in Virginia. These units, particularly Salem, continually score among the best in ALL categories of care.

Currently I’m under the care of the VA Gulf Coast Health Care System – Mobile Outpatient Clinic which, while in Alabama, is run by the VA Gulf Coast Veteran’s Health Care System in Biloxi, MS. This unit runs clinics in three states including clinics in Pensacola, FL. And the woman that is in charge down here has her own ideas of what a veteran is entitled to as far as care. She runs it with a fiscally iron fist, cutting everthing from the Pain Clinic to the ability of the doctors to even write prescriptions for eye-glasses. Even if that prescription is to be filled out of the system.

So now you can see that the care *can* be a somewhat hit-or-miss affair. Then there is the problem of VA employees that are rude, condescending, or just plain mean to Vets – and especially target the oldest and most infirm – like your fathers and grandfathers. One trip to the Biloxi Pharmacy will prove out this complaint. My wife was livid over what she witnessed there in the 15 minutes she stood in line. Imagine what happens over the course of an entire day…

That is part of my mission. I made that promise to help and I intend to keep it by attacking the problem from two directions.
1) I will endeavor to get *good, reliable,* information to as many Veterans as possible concerning eligibility, benefits, links to relavent websites, and locations of clinics.
- and –
2) I shall be a thorn in the side of the over-zealous, penny-pinching, bureaucrats that consider all Vets as only numbers, and those VA employees that consider all Veterans a nuisance, until every Vet is properly cared for and treated with the respect due.

I’ll not be able to do it all alone though. Especially with my own health problems. (It has taken almost two hours for me to write this article so far. I need many and regular position changes that make me leave the keyboard often. And I’m *still* fighting Social Security for an income…) I will often ask for volunteers for such things as getting the word out about new or changing programs. I figure our blogs and web-rings will go a long way to doing the job. Emails and flyers in hospitals and clinics will do the rest. I expect help will be there when I need it in order to keep my promise.

Surely there are more people out there than this one old cripple who care.

~M*

Oh no, not again…

If you read this blog and are much younger than me, then you probably won’t remember what I’m going to speak about here.
If you have never once been in uniform, or had a close loved-one in service, you may not even care.

It’s going to happen again. Already it has started, and though we will play Hell in trying to stop it, we never will unless we start the fight NOW!

I’m talking about the worst horror from America’s Vietnam War experience. I’m talking about the inhuman way that the returning soldiers were treated by mainstream America, and most especially the youth of the country. Do you remember the spitting upon soldiers by the so-called ‘Flower Children’? How about the paper bags of human feces flying over fences at troops walking off planes upon returning from Southeast Asia thrown by America’s ‘everyday kids’?
No?
How about the people on overpasses and other elevated sites urinating upon anyone in uniform? The beatings? How about the muggings, or the murders?

I remember, though I was yet a child.
I’m also a Veteran.
And I’ve not yet met a Veteran that doesn’t remember.

Well, get ready. Here we go again. The youth are already starting to talk of the military as a evil to be avoided at all cost. The media is, as expected, beginning its inevitable bloodhunt against soldiers in the field. Even the more conservative, (and my favorite), Fox News prefers to show the American soldier in the worst possible light so long as they can find ANY dirt at all – even if it is ‘made-up’ dirt. Don’t even attempt to look for better from any of the other networks. And even now many ‘never-served’ citizens are listening a bit too closely to this garbage.

How long now until vintage terms of endearment like “baby-killer” are resurrected?
How long now until a soldier rotating home is met with spit, or worse, as he walks off a plane?
How long now until America once again forgets its servicemen and veterans as it did three decades ago?

And *if* this happens again, who does the American soldier have to blame but *us* – the American Veterans here at home? It’s *our* job to make sure we’ve got *their* backs.

Never forget. Never let the rest of America forget. We owe it to them, we owe it to ourselves.
We *must* stop it. Now.

Mark Jones
Veteran
Mobile, AL

Stunned…. and furious

Dear Reader,
You know, there are times in life when you really can’t believe what is going on around you. This morning is one of those times. Here’s the drama so far, and remember, I’m giving this to you with my emotions raw. (That’s something else that is an unusual occurrence – my emotions being raw. I try to keep my feelings well armored.)

Yesterday, as previously mentioned, we were invited to a Brazell family dinner where it was certain we, (read: me) would not be welcome. This particular side of the family has, from the start, balked at Beth’s choice in a second husband. Too old, too bald, too strange, too non-Christian. The first three “too’s” really only used somewhat like adjectives for the “Too non-Christian” part. Forget the fact that the entire bunch is only “Christian” in the most convenient mode possible. That means they go to church when they feel like it or when there is no other choice. (OK, that puts me head & shoulders above them already, IMHO. At least I am not a hypocrite. My faith, (Wiccan), is within me and requires no such public displays to be valid.)
Anyhoo, we went.
The usual suspects were in attendance. One new one. ‘Auntie’ Karen’s husband. We were introduced, shook hands, and then the dispicable, hypocritical bastard wiped his hand on his trouser leg! I suppose to clean himself of ‘Pagan germs”. Dick-head.

We stayed for a bit, but the dinner time chosen straddled the twins nap time and left them cranky and whining. Beth, being the most mobile, took the kids through to say goodbye to MawMaw Brazell, (…the only reason we went in the first place), and then we were gone. The kids were snoring before we got home. They also got sick from something they ate there and are puking even now. Oh! I nearly forgot to mention the comments like “Feed that child! It looks like he never gets fed at home.” that we had to swallow while we were there.

Skip to 9AM this morning.
Kids have been puking all morning, (our mornings starting about 6AM in this house). A van pulls up in the driveway. It’s Uncle Arnold. My father-in-law’s brother. He entered our house, said hello to the kids, and then goes off on some line about us not having properly thanked his mother for dinner yesterday. As he talked, it became more apparent there was more to his little speech. Finally I interupted him and told him I knew there was another reason. Sure enough, I was right.

According to Arnold, “The Family” – being the fine, upstanding Christians they are – is, on the whole, completely offended by both my appearance, (nose ring, & ear ring… but wearing new khaki cords, GAP long sleeved shirt(no tattoos showing), no other jewelry(not even Pagan stuff), diabetic shoes and walking with a cane.), and my faith. When questioned though, it boiled down to that “The Family” is offended by my faith. So much so that they send the only one with balls enough to do so over to our house to tell me – in a roundabout way – that I’m no longer welcome. Beth and the kids are and will always be welcome, but not me. Unless, of course, I decided to conform to their “Christian ways”. Even had the nerve to say he was doing only what Jesus would do!

Can you imagine the gall? It took everything in me not to thwack the son-of-a-bitch across the skull with said cane! Looking back, I should have. To come into our house and tell us to divide our family like that! Well, the family is now divided all right. But not the way they thought.

We… Let me say that again: WE will abide by your wishes, Family Brazell. Never again will WE darken your doorsteps – ever. WE tried to live in harmony and peace with you as all families should. But your hypocracy, bigotry, and self-righteousness has killed any hopes we held for a normal life with you. So, WE will have a normal life without you. And the biggest shame of it all is that a 79 year old Great-Grandmother will now go to her grave never again seeing these three great-grandchildren. And any member of the family that conspires to let any Brazell see these kids will lose the right to visit them as well.
Everyone should consider themselves lucky we are willing to drop it with merely this slight rendering of Justice. Things *could* be much, much worse.
So says my wife, so says I, so mote it be! (…and, yes, that IS a Pagan term!)

A damned sad turn of events, eh? Well, to all of you other parents, grandparents, and extended families out there: Give some thought to what you might be losing before you let your self-righteous bigotry get out of control. The cost could be far higher than you might wish to pay.

Am I hurt? Yes. Am I furious? Damned skippy! And I’ve got every right to be, too!
~M*

More Vet News…

Benefits expanded for ex-POWs

Former POWs with strokes and common heart diseases are now eligble for disability compensation for those ailments.

The new rule, which took effect on October 7, 2004, also allows their spouses and dependants to be eligible for service connected survivors’ benefits if these diseases contribute to the death of a former POW.

(Source: Health Beat, Fall 2004 issue.)

BasketBrawl. Almost funny.

No one ever said you had to be bright in order to play basketball. These idiots proved it.

Get pissed and attack the fans, eh?

Ron Artest was suspended for the rest of the season.
Indiana’s Stephen Jackson was suspended for 30 games and Jermaine O’Neal for 25.
Detroit’s Ben Wallace drew a six-game ban, while Pacers guard Anthony Johnson got five games.
Four players were suspended for a game apiece: Indiana’s Reggie Miller and Detroit’s Chauncey Billups, Elden Campbell and Derrick Coleman.

All the suspensions are without pay. LMAO

And it may be the “without pay” bit that starts to hurt later – when the lawsuits begin.
Personally, I don’t think the punishments are harsh enough. It would suit me to see anyone shown on tape going after a fan sued, broken, banned from basketball for life, and serve a bit of time for assault & battery.
~M*

Notice to Veterans!

Have you fellow Vets currently enrolled in the Dept. of Vet. Affairs Health Care been following your Health Beat newsletter?

No? Well, get it back out of the trash and read it! Then go to the website listed there at the bottom of the third column. That website is MyHealtheVet. To save you the trouble, let me reprint the short column here:

New information at your fingertips

Veteran’s Day, November 11, 2004, marks the one year anniversary of the My HealtheVet website and the beginning of phase 2 of the project.

Currently at myhealthevet.com, you can view health information; use a prescription checker, health calculators, and self-assessment tools; access a health education library, and access benefits and resources.

Phase 2, implemented between Veteran’s Day 2004 and Spring 2005, will allow users to refill prescriptions, check appointments, look up co-payment balances, and share health information that would be helpful to your physician.

Another new feature will require users to register for the website by using the Registration Wizard. Existing users will be required to register again.
www.myhealthevet.com

I made my way over to the site this afternoon and registered using the Registration Wizard. Seems like Phase 2 is well under way. As a diabetic and a chronic pain sufferer I was thrilled to see the option that allows me to make notes in real time concerning my blood pressure, blood sugar, and pain levels, (and much more that didn’t apply to my case). All of this info I enter can be avail. to my primary care *if* I choose to share. Damned handy, that!

Get on over there, Veteran! Make your computer time count for you for a change!
~M*

Bad Bull! Bad!

Bad Bull!

I know. I admit it. I’ve been a slacker as far as posting today. So, to ease my mind I’ll just post a quick one here concerning topics in email I’m recieving….

1) “Why have you not commented on the Peterson trial?”
Hmmm… Thought I had at some point. Anyhoo, he’s guilty and should be executed. There, comment made.

2) “What is your take on Michael Jackson?”
Man, could that guy ever sing! But that was when he was a kid. Now he’s on a quest to become the first person to be born a poor black boy and die a rich white woman.
Generally I’d lump that into the “It’s his business” catagory and let it go. But the problem here is he’s using his wealth to cover the fact he is a pedophile. Hopefully a jury of his peers will see this and treat him as such. i.e.: Harshly.

3) “How’s your health now?”
In a word, crappy. But my attitude is off of late due to lack of good sleep. I’ll be back at the doc in a week or so, (need to check my dates…), and I’ll know more then. Definately need to schedule with the surgeons about more spine stuff though.

There, that’s the three most asked questions of late. So now I’m gonna haul my aching body to the bed and try once more to sleep. I’ve got things to do come morning from trying to contact my daughter Kelli, to wrangling the twins into the tub, to going to a dinner with the extended inlaws where I’m not welcome at all, (doesn’t *that* sound like fun?).

Nighty night!
~M*

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