Wednesday, June 25, 2014
Monday, May 26, 2014
A requiem to a son ( a son goes to war)
My Son Goes to War
I remember the day I said goodbye to a boy going to war
And came home a man.
I truly miss that boy; but I understand,
It wasn't so long ago I held you on my knee
and now I look at you and you're taller than me.
I watched you as a child playing army in the yard
and now the Army is home and the weeds stand guard.
I long for the days when we fished by the lake
I baited your hook while time skipped away...
The days grew short and the nights grew long
When I think of you so far from home...
I remember the day I said goodbye to a boy,
going to war...
And came home a man.
I truly miss that boy;
but I understand...
Now that I'm old and my days are short,
I hold our memories close to my heart
Your smile and your face never far from my mind
I pray for your health.... all of the time.
And now I when I leave this earthly plane
I know that I have completed a life mundane
But when I look back and see what I've done,
My best achievement and that is my sons...
I remember the day I said goodbye to a boy,
going to war...
And came home a man.
I truly miss that boy;
but I understand...
I remember the day I said goodbye to a boy going to war
And came home a man.
I truly miss that boy; but I understand,
It wasn't so long ago I held you on my knee
and now I look at you and you're taller than me.
I watched you as a child playing army in the yard
and now the Army is home and the weeds stand guard.
I long for the days when we fished by the lake
I baited your hook while time skipped away...
The days grew short and the nights grew long
When I think of you so far from home...
I remember the day I said goodbye to a boy,
going to war...
And came home a man.
I truly miss that boy;
but I understand...
Now that I'm old and my days are short,
I hold our memories close to my heart
Your smile and your face never far from my mind
I pray for your health.... all of the time.
And now I when I leave this earthly plane
I know that I have completed a life mundane
But when I look back and see what I've done,
My best achievement and that is my sons...
I remember the day I said goodbye to a boy,
going to war...
And came home a man.
I truly miss that boy;
but I understand...
Tuesday, May 20, 2014
In the End we all die alone.
1) Having been a patient on Hospice I learned very quickly that the people caring for you find it easy to speak to you as a client/ patient and not a dying human being. They talk around you, through you, but not with you...I do not want to appear callous towards those care givers because they do an important and difficult job, what I am saying is being on this side of death, perspective becomes well, selfish, fearful, and lonely.
What I know now, that I wish I knew then, is, that a dying persons process is their own, it is their journey and no one alive knows what it is like to reach the end of this journey...their death is real, their dying is real and no matter how strong they may appear, they are afraid...
And did I treat patients in this manner? Was I distant, was I superfluous, did I try to actually place myself in the patients shoes? I do not think I did...who wants to confront death, and now that I have had to, I feel alienated, alone, and cast aside like no one really cared. Now I know how my patients felt, because that's how I felt.
Yes I did my best to keep them comfortable and yes I tried to keep the families aware and educated to the death process but I seem to have forgotten that this is the patients moment, their,trail and tribulation with the inevitable, and who am I to cast my views, ideas, the myriad treatment modalities, when most of the time the patient just wanted you to know they were frightened and just needed someone to allay their fears and ease their pain and curiosity of the impending death.
2) the pervasive use of indwelling intravenous catheters, eg. Groshongs, Hickman's,and Picc lines etc. This prevents multiple needle sticks and allows the patient more comfort and less anxiety.. A nurse as well as a trained family member can access this to give pain meds and anti emetics. No one I know enjoys suppositories and most anti emetics are in this form... The reason most patients do not have this comfort measure is the fear of infection and the fear of an air embolism but as with anything in health care, if you do as policy and procedure dictate, their is nothing to fear..
A) The great injustice dying patients are faced with now, not then is the lack of proper analgesic treatment. Now that the Feds are prosecuting doctors for improper pain management, eg. Pain clinics, patients abusing narcotics, nation wide addiction, etc. The trickle down effect has reached the physicians who treat dying patients...
Before the narcotic situation, most doctors gave carte Blanche to analgesics. Whatever it took to make the patient comfortable was okay. Now I have the unenviable task and witness to patients being allowed to languish in excruciating pain all because the physician fears repercussions from the Feds. There are on going law suits now because of this sad phenomenon. And patients are still dying in Horrible pain...
B) I was witness to this with one of my patients last year when the patient kept requesting increases in his liquid morphine and when addressed this and I asked the doctor, his answer was, " No, I'm not giving him another damn thing, he's just a a GD addict"! My retort was, " but doctor he's dying of liver cancer that has metastasized to the bones, so he is in valid excruciating hip and back pain"! The doctor looked at me and said, " the answer is no, if he's in that much pain send him to the ED"!
I knew there was no way I could help the patient, so I went to the patients house and did the best I could to comfort him, and finally did have to call an ambulance and have him transferred to the hospital, therefore incurring further costs to an already overtaxed system, and all the physician had to do was write a simple script for an increase and or different narcotic...
3) I suppose the biggest surprise that people see when a loved one dies is, that no matter how prepared you are for their impending death, no matter how much counseling you've received, no matter how strong your faith, nothing can prepare you for that moment when your loved one breathes their last...
I have watched family members jump in the bed with their loved ones, scream, cry, yell, any emotion you choose, all the while begging the love one not to go, " please come back, don't leave us"! It can be gut- wrenching...
So no matter how "ready" they say they are...they really are not.no one wants to loose loved ones.
4) having seen countless patients die it makes living easier because it makes you realize that death is the great equalizer, it comes to us all, and there ain't a dang thing you can do to stop it. Yes you can slow it down and yes even sometimes evade it, but when your day, your hour, your minute, your second comes, well, vaya con Dios!
Being in the health field as long as I have you would think we, nurses, become use to death maybe even apathetic, but that is far from the truth, I can see every face I've covered with a sheet, every body I've transferred to the morgue, every patient I've performed CPR on, and I believe I will see them until death comes to me, then I will be at peace. You see when people in the professions that see death on a regular basis, they become haunted by the incidence and faces of the dead...it doesn't happen every day but as I age and since my recent bout with near death, they come to me more... And it is unsettling.
5) if there were any words I could say to comfort people on the journey of life is that please, believe me when I say, it is short, fragile, and we take it too much for granted. Research death, talk about it, to your family and your children, ( this society steers away from it because we fear it so, most other cultures embrace death, celebrate it by memorializing their lives), understand that this body is just a shell of who we really are and that we will all be together again in the vast dust clouds of stellar nurseries. From star dust we are born to star dust we return...death is just part of life.
And when you witness a loved one die and we all do and will...hold them, give them a kiss and let them go because what they were is already gone. I know, I watched my daughter die and I thought I would die right along with her...
When I was younger and one of my tasks preparing dead bodies was to give them a bath and clean up any mess that may be present...sometimes I found myself looking in the eyes of the deceased and asked them, " where are you, where do we go, and what's it like"? I have yet to receive an answer. Humans search their entire lives for all the unanswered questions to the enigmas of life and yet we still do not know what happens when we die.
But we all will someday...
I hope this enlightens as well as informs. I can expand or detract any and all of what I have submitted. Sometimes I can get a little "wordy" as you can see!!
My name is Michael R. Ivy
I am a RN by profession and work part time as a nurse consultant now.
I also own Ivy Leaf Film Productions Inc.
www.ivyleaffilm.com
My blog post address is
http://miguel-ivy-marquez.blogspot.com/
I am enjoy writing as a side line and great keeping me out of therapy...
I have written five novels, a myriad of articles, short stories, screenplays and scripts.
We are in production for two projects at this time and
We are proud to announce promoting the first horror film festival in this area, to be held Oct. 31,2014. At the Frank theaters in Murrells Inlet SC...press release to be sent out this Monday.
I am also an accomplished musician and write and compose all the music scores for our films, weddings, commercials, and music videos,
My band opened up for Charlie Daniel's and Nantucket way back in 1989,
And we toured the east coast...
I have two grown boys, one is president of my company and he is chief editor for a local television station.
My other son is in the military and served two tours in Iraq during "Enduring Iraqi Freedom".
My politics are to the left of center
I am a human secularist
I will attach a photo for you. I am honored that you chose me to talk with you and will be honored to write for,you in the future since I know so much about the medical field...
Some subjects that are eye opening
nurses and doctors carry MRSA in their nares
Nurse and doctors continue not to follow hand washing and glove policies
Mistakes made by nurses are hidden by incident reports and most patients never know about them.
I have a lot of info for the asking.
Sincerely,
Mr. Ivy
;If any one had told me when I was in high school that I would live to see sixty I would have laughed at them, told them they were crazy and turn my hi-fi record player with Alice Cooper, up as loud as it would go. Now that I am approaching sixty who is laughing? Definitely not I.
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; 1969 was the summer of my dreams; we had just moved to Albuquerque New Mexico from a tiny village in south west Missouri called Nixa and man was I in for a culture shock. If you do not know anything about either then allow me to elucidate. I was moved from the good ole country hillbilly Ozark's, to the cosmopolitan sprawling electric city of Albuquerque, population then over a quarter of a million.<
;I remember dreading what was to come, rounding the curves through Tiejeras Canyon thinking I was going to ride horses to and from school and live in a pueblo adobe home. When we rounded the last curve on interstate forty,to my surprise, lay and city that stretched the horizon. Homes everywhere, schools, shopping malls, restaurants, you name it , I saw it! I did not know how to react. I am sure I was somewhat afraid but I think the excitement of not having to ride a horse to school put that fear in the trunk with the
;I eagerly sat forward and scanned the road; I saw a plethora of enigmatic people, the sites, and signs of a real city. I asked my father if this was our home and he acknowledged with a gruff yup, and focused on the road. I asked where we would stay and he pointed to a KOA sign and I knew instantly that this meant camping; ugh, I thought, tents, heat, bugs, outdoor toilets, I was just about to gently voice my disapproval when we pulled I to the Howard Johnson's next door. I looked skyward and said," there is a a God"... This begins the best years of my life. Excluding having my children this was the best time in my life.
Fast forward years later and here I languish, no employment, no hope of employment, no income, no ability to start over, and feeling like nothing more than an unsightly blemish on my families butt. I wake daily wondering why I am still here. <
; I remember dreaming as all teenagers do, I would be a rock star, a writer, a poet, a painter, etc...well I am all of these but unknown to anyone but my family. Now all my dreams are called delusions of grandeur and more akin to someone with dementia. Maybe I have that too. I've had Cancer, I've fallen for a ladder fracturing most of the bones in my face and right eye, I've been bitten my a poisonous snake, I survived a perforated bowel because my appendix ruptures causing peritonitis and almost killing me, yet I am still alive. Why. Why, why; is this some punishment for all the crap I did in my youth, or is this a precursor and peak of what hell looks like. Whichever I wish it would get on with it and stop fucking with me. I'm tired, tired and more tire of the day to day crap of existing. And that is what I am doing. Existing, not living, not thriving, not producing, not providing, no I am existing.<
<i> I am also burdened with the guilt I am placing on my dear wife and family... This is not how my life was suppose to be... I knew I might never be a rock star or rich, but I did think I might have a good life, pay my bills, have a good job...and as of three years ago, I had all that. Now with the Cancer and degenerative diseases I have , it's all gone!
Yes I could write on and depress you further or make my family think I'm suicidal,( which I'm not), but I will spare you the misery. Let's just end on a goof note that when this generation arrives at this senior age, don't be surprised or upset if things did not turn out as you planned. If you are a good sheep and do what mom and dad say, most like you will live a long boring, predictable life...so do what I should have done. Burn the wick at both ends, say no to something, say yes to something, argue at everything and try everything at least once. I tell my family if I had know I was going to live this long I would have certainly done more damage than I did.
And now they say;"Stairway to Heaven" might be plagiarized ?!?!? What the hell?
And the band played on!
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; 1969 was the summer of my dreams; we had just moved to Albuquerque New Mexico from a tiny village in south west Missouri called Nixa and man was I in for a culture shock. If you do not know anything about either then allow me to elucidate. I was moved from the good ole country hillbilly Ozark's, to the cosmopolitan sprawling electric city of Albuquerque, population then over a quarter of a million.<
;I remember dreading what was to come, rounding the curves through Tiejeras Canyon thinking I was going to ride horses to and from school and live in a pueblo adobe home. When we rounded the last curve on interstate forty,to my surprise, lay and city that stretched the horizon. Homes everywhere, schools, shopping malls, restaurants, you name it , I saw it! I did not know how to react. I am sure I was somewhat afraid but I think the excitement of not having to ride a horse to school put that fear in the trunk with the
;I eagerly sat forward and scanned the road; I saw a plethora of enigmatic people, the sites, and signs of a real city. I asked my father if this was our home and he acknowledged with a gruff yup, and focused on the road. I asked where we would stay and he pointed to a KOA sign and I knew instantly that this meant camping; ugh, I thought, tents, heat, bugs, outdoor toilets, I was just about to gently voice my disapproval when we pulled I to the Howard Johnson's next door. I looked skyward and said," there is a a God"... This begins the best years of my life. Excluding having my children this was the best time in my life.
Fast forward years later and here I languish, no employment, no hope of employment, no income, no ability to start over, and feeling like nothing more than an unsightly blemish on my families butt. I wake daily wondering why I am still here. <
; I remember dreaming as all teenagers do, I would be a rock star, a writer, a poet, a painter, etc...well I am all of these but unknown to anyone but my family. Now all my dreams are called delusions of grandeur and more akin to someone with dementia. Maybe I have that too. I've had Cancer, I've fallen for a ladder fracturing most of the bones in my face and right eye, I've been bitten my a poisonous snake, I survived a perforated bowel because my appendix ruptures causing peritonitis and almost killing me, yet I am still alive. Why. Why, why; is this some punishment for all the crap I did in my youth, or is this a precursor and peak of what hell looks like. Whichever I wish it would get on with it and stop fucking with me. I'm tired, tired and more tire of the day to day crap of existing. And that is what I am doing. Existing, not living, not thriving, not producing, not providing, no I am existing.<
<i> I am also burdened with the guilt I am placing on my dear wife and family... This is not how my life was suppose to be... I knew I might never be a rock star or rich, but I did think I might have a good life, pay my bills, have a good job...and as of three years ago, I had all that. Now with the Cancer and degenerative diseases I have , it's all gone!
Yes I could write on and depress you further or make my family think I'm suicidal,( which I'm not), but I will spare you the misery. Let's just end on a goof note that when this generation arrives at this senior age, don't be surprised or upset if things did not turn out as you planned. If you are a good sheep and do what mom and dad say, most like you will live a long boring, predictable life...so do what I should have done. Burn the wick at both ends, say no to something, say yes to something, argue at everything and try everything at least once. I tell my family if I had know I was going to live this long I would have certainly done more damage than I did.
And now they say;"Stairway to Heaven" might be plagiarized ?!?!? What the hell?
And the band played on!
Friday, May 9, 2014
Be a father...I dare you.
Single Parenting
"A Fathers Perspective"
My life as a single parent began on a cold Illinois February evening; my wife stated, matter of fact, I had thirty days to find a place to live and to take the kids with me. I looked at my wife and stated " your kidding?" Her response was curt and to the point, "no", " thirty days." I lay there in bed with her and stared out into the cold winter night...it had just snowed and everything had that eerie snow quiet sound... " move out" kept reeling in my head and the visions of sugar plums and Santa Claus wished away like a fog on a windy day....
What am I to do, I thought, I am in my last semester of pre-law, hoping to take my LSATs that spring, and now, with no job, no prospects for a job, I am suppose to up and move myself and my little boys; age seven and five respectively; Into a world unknown. I rolled over in the bed and asked my wife what I had done to deserve this and worst what about our children... She stated " I married a rock musician, not a lawyer!" Yes I had played professionally as a guitar player and quite assuredly almost was a success, even opened up for Charlie Daniel's at the Triad arena in Greensboro NC. Yessiree I was on my way... But through circumstance beyond my control, life chose a path for me and being a rock star and raising children on the road was not in the stars... Not my stars at least.
I never slept that night and walked slowly as a man to the gallows to my sons room and sat in a rocking chair and I sat there and watched their little chests rise and fall in rhythm, not a care in the world and possibly dreaming of Ninja Turtles or He-Man. I slowly rose and walked over to my baby's bed and sat easily as not to awake him abruptly. I rubbed my warm head across his brow and I began to weep. My son awoke to my stirrings and looked at me quizzically and asked, "why are you crying daddy?" " oh it's nothing, I just had a bad dream and it sacred me!" My son sat forward and held me as if he was the one to do the comforting, and he did. My eldest son, stirred and awoke asking what was going on, and my baby said Daddy had a bad dream but he's ok now..." Morning son" I said to my eldest and his reply was," can we have pancakes this morning daddy?" I hugged my baby and kissed him gently on his crown and walked over to my eldest and hugged him in kind and gently said pancakes would be great. " you guys get up, wash, your face and hands, and get dressed for school, I laid out your clothes here at the end of your bed, I will start on the pancakes, ok?" My baby boy asked hurriedly, " can we have sausage too?" I smiled and nodded my head and said " hurry up now, no lolly- gagging!" To this they laughed trying to figure out who was lolly and why was she lagging?
After a week of thinking, crying, asking, and crying some more, I decided I had to tell my boys...I decided to take them to one of their favorite places, ( Lincoln park), and break the news there. We did play most of the day, I had packed PB&J's,chips, and requisite red Kool-Aid, and finally got the courage and called them over to the picnic area and they helped me spread a patch quilt blanket beneath a large old oak tree the air still chilly from the winter with Spring in the wings... We sat, ate quickly, and finally I said "let's go sit in the car, daddy's freezing." We picked up our remnants of lunch and made our way to the car. My eldest son holding my hand asked me what was wrong and why I hadn't been smiling and talking that much... I told him things had changed at home and we had to talk. I looked down at my son and watched his perpetual innocent smile turn into a worried frown. They knew I said to myself, maybe not the dynamics, but they knew.
After getting in the car and settling down, I told the boys to look at me and I told them from the start that no matter what they hear they were not to blame. Now they looked at each other and titled their heads perplexed. I gathered my strength and let out a sigh... " you're mommy wants us to move out." I looked at their cherub faces and expected, I don't know what, but instead it was just quiet. My baby said, " move where"? I took another deep breath, " mommy wants us to find another house to live in, by ourselves. Mommy won't be moving with us." My eldest son said, " are you guys getting a divorce?" I was surprised he even knew this word let alone understood its meaning... " yes son" I replied... In unison my sons asked why, and I began to cry which caused a cacophony of emotion that lasted a good ten minutes. The situation was taking hold and the prospect of being alone hit home..." What did we do wrong daddy?" " I reminded them it was never them...Mommy just wants a different life and of course she will still see you, come to school, watch you play games, and everything, she just won't live with us.
Finally the crying abated and the car became tomb quiet... I started the car when my son asked, " so what do we do when we get home, do we have to pack all our toys, what about our bikes, what about our Nintendo's etc etc etc... The questions of what happens now begins and
lasts the rest of their lives.
The effects of the divorce never go away, their is no closure, no relief from the loneliness, pain, and abandon which is what their mother did. I could sit here and inform the reader of all the inequities, ignorance, and suffering she caused but it is counter productive and in the end it is she that must endure the wrath of abandoning her sons.
"To all seasons there is a time. A time to grow up, and time to laugh and time to cry and a time to die and to all seasons here and heaven, turn turn turn" . This was my season, our season, the hand dealt and I was frightened to death. I will not bore you with the chronological order of what happened next, just that rearing two babies was the hardest job I had ever undertaken yet it was and is the most single significant event that made me what I am today. I am a single parent who reared two beautiful boys from babies to men.
Was it easy? Hell no! I ended up dropping out of school, worked as a towel boy at a tennis club, then got a job after one of the tennis members realized I was poor, raising two babies, and living on four dollars an hour. She just so happened to be the director of a lab at the local hospital and got me a job as a phlebotomist,( I drew blood), this earned me six dollars an hour which to me was a godsend... Wow take home after taxes cleared me three hundred and twenty eight dollars every two weeks and my dedicated and punctual ex sent me three hundred and forty dollars a month in child support. Man I was living the high life, especially when rent was four hundred dollars a month not counting utilities, cable, car insurance, gasoline, after school care, and of course food....we lived on lots of Mac and Cheese, Totinos Pizzas, oat meal, hot dogs, and anything else that was cheap.
Someone suggested I go to nursing school which coincidentally the medical field had been my bread and butter for most of my life so I figured why not. I had all the prerequisites out of the way, so long story short four years later I earned my Associates Degree in Nursing... I finally got a job as a Certified Nursing Assistant and worked nights while going to school... To this day I do not know how I achieved this...I guess because I had two babies that depended on me... And if it had not been for the kindness of a few individuals who watched my boys while I worked and went to school I guess I would still be a CNA....to those few I dedicate this article...thank you.
All in all I did the best I could to make a life worry free for my boys... They played every sport from baseball to basketball; my baby took Tae Kwon Do and my eldest excelled at wrestling, even going to state his first year... Yes we lived in a trailer, but it was home... My baby was embarrassed telling people we lived in a trailer and years later he apologized for belittling me and our predicament. It's ok, we did what we had to do.
I guess if you ask me what was the hardest part of being a single parent it would be that....being a single parent. Nature chose Homo Sapiens to be couples, not single... It takes two to raise children and my biggest loss was the softness a woman provides. Yes I hugged and kissed and rewarded and stayed with then when they were sick, but they missed out on the touch of a mommy. I remember my childhood and I would not trade the world for the soft touch of my mother...the way she rubbed my hair, wiped my brow when I was sick, showed me how to make pancakes, and most of all being there when I came home from school, with an apron on, the aroma of fresh baked cookies permeating the home and her hugging me ever so tight and kissing me on the cheek smelling of Chanel number five and Ponds cold cream. That I never gave my sons, and it hurts they never knew the experience.
As I close , I do not ask you for sympathy, maybe just a little accolade or recognition that not all single parents are women. I did the best I could under the circumstance dealt me. Yes I have regrets, don't we all, but never a regret for having my children, raising them, loving them, and watching them grow into successful bright, hard working and ethical men. I guess I did something right.
For those of you facing this same dilemma one word of advise. It will be the hardest thing you've ever done, but it will come to a conclusion and they will leave the nest...all you can do is always be there for them...no matter what...through good, and bad, ups and downs, sickness and wellness, and always tell them you will be there for them... Never ever stop hugging them and kissing them and tucking them in at night...always read stories, and play, play, play...I promise you they will remember the good far easier than the bad...but and this is a big but...
Do not delude yourself to the fact that divorce destroys children, they never get over it, they never forget, and they blame themselves...all you can do is hold them when they cry and ask where's my mom or dad, and reassure them you will never abandon them.
Promise me....promise them...you only get one chance at this and there are no do-overs. Bless you all and remember, you can do it!
"A Fathers Perspective"
My life as a single parent began on a cold Illinois February evening; my wife stated, matter of fact, I had thirty days to find a place to live and to take the kids with me. I looked at my wife and stated " your kidding?" Her response was curt and to the point, "no", " thirty days." I lay there in bed with her and stared out into the cold winter night...it had just snowed and everything had that eerie snow quiet sound... " move out" kept reeling in my head and the visions of sugar plums and Santa Claus wished away like a fog on a windy day....
What am I to do, I thought, I am in my last semester of pre-law, hoping to take my LSATs that spring, and now, with no job, no prospects for a job, I am suppose to up and move myself and my little boys; age seven and five respectively; Into a world unknown. I rolled over in the bed and asked my wife what I had done to deserve this and worst what about our children... She stated " I married a rock musician, not a lawyer!" Yes I had played professionally as a guitar player and quite assuredly almost was a success, even opened up for Charlie Daniel's at the Triad arena in Greensboro NC. Yessiree I was on my way... But through circumstance beyond my control, life chose a path for me and being a rock star and raising children on the road was not in the stars... Not my stars at least.
I never slept that night and walked slowly as a man to the gallows to my sons room and sat in a rocking chair and I sat there and watched their little chests rise and fall in rhythm, not a care in the world and possibly dreaming of Ninja Turtles or He-Man. I slowly rose and walked over to my baby's bed and sat easily as not to awake him abruptly. I rubbed my warm head across his brow and I began to weep. My son awoke to my stirrings and looked at me quizzically and asked, "why are you crying daddy?" " oh it's nothing, I just had a bad dream and it sacred me!" My son sat forward and held me as if he was the one to do the comforting, and he did. My eldest son, stirred and awoke asking what was going on, and my baby said Daddy had a bad dream but he's ok now..." Morning son" I said to my eldest and his reply was," can we have pancakes this morning daddy?" I hugged my baby and kissed him gently on his crown and walked over to my eldest and hugged him in kind and gently said pancakes would be great. " you guys get up, wash, your face and hands, and get dressed for school, I laid out your clothes here at the end of your bed, I will start on the pancakes, ok?" My baby boy asked hurriedly, " can we have sausage too?" I smiled and nodded my head and said " hurry up now, no lolly- gagging!" To this they laughed trying to figure out who was lolly and why was she lagging?
After a week of thinking, crying, asking, and crying some more, I decided I had to tell my boys...I decided to take them to one of their favorite places, ( Lincoln park), and break the news there. We did play most of the day, I had packed PB&J's,chips, and requisite red Kool-Aid, and finally got the courage and called them over to the picnic area and they helped me spread a patch quilt blanket beneath a large old oak tree the air still chilly from the winter with Spring in the wings... We sat, ate quickly, and finally I said "let's go sit in the car, daddy's freezing." We picked up our remnants of lunch and made our way to the car. My eldest son holding my hand asked me what was wrong and why I hadn't been smiling and talking that much... I told him things had changed at home and we had to talk. I looked down at my son and watched his perpetual innocent smile turn into a worried frown. They knew I said to myself, maybe not the dynamics, but they knew.
After getting in the car and settling down, I told the boys to look at me and I told them from the start that no matter what they hear they were not to blame. Now they looked at each other and titled their heads perplexed. I gathered my strength and let out a sigh... " you're mommy wants us to move out." I looked at their cherub faces and expected, I don't know what, but instead it was just quiet. My baby said, " move where"? I took another deep breath, " mommy wants us to find another house to live in, by ourselves. Mommy won't be moving with us." My eldest son said, " are you guys getting a divorce?" I was surprised he even knew this word let alone understood its meaning... " yes son" I replied... In unison my sons asked why, and I began to cry which caused a cacophony of emotion that lasted a good ten minutes. The situation was taking hold and the prospect of being alone hit home..." What did we do wrong daddy?" " I reminded them it was never them...Mommy just wants a different life and of course she will still see you, come to school, watch you play games, and everything, she just won't live with us.
Finally the crying abated and the car became tomb quiet... I started the car when my son asked, " so what do we do when we get home, do we have to pack all our toys, what about our bikes, what about our Nintendo's etc etc etc... The questions of what happens now begins and
lasts the rest of their lives.
The effects of the divorce never go away, their is no closure, no relief from the loneliness, pain, and abandon which is what their mother did. I could sit here and inform the reader of all the inequities, ignorance, and suffering she caused but it is counter productive and in the end it is she that must endure the wrath of abandoning her sons.
"To all seasons there is a time. A time to grow up, and time to laugh and time to cry and a time to die and to all seasons here and heaven, turn turn turn" . This was my season, our season, the hand dealt and I was frightened to death. I will not bore you with the chronological order of what happened next, just that rearing two babies was the hardest job I had ever undertaken yet it was and is the most single significant event that made me what I am today. I am a single parent who reared two beautiful boys from babies to men.
Was it easy? Hell no! I ended up dropping out of school, worked as a towel boy at a tennis club, then got a job after one of the tennis members realized I was poor, raising two babies, and living on four dollars an hour. She just so happened to be the director of a lab at the local hospital and got me a job as a phlebotomist,( I drew blood), this earned me six dollars an hour which to me was a godsend... Wow take home after taxes cleared me three hundred and twenty eight dollars every two weeks and my dedicated and punctual ex sent me three hundred and forty dollars a month in child support. Man I was living the high life, especially when rent was four hundred dollars a month not counting utilities, cable, car insurance, gasoline, after school care, and of course food....we lived on lots of Mac and Cheese, Totinos Pizzas, oat meal, hot dogs, and anything else that was cheap.
Someone suggested I go to nursing school which coincidentally the medical field had been my bread and butter for most of my life so I figured why not. I had all the prerequisites out of the way, so long story short four years later I earned my Associates Degree in Nursing... I finally got a job as a Certified Nursing Assistant and worked nights while going to school... To this day I do not know how I achieved this...I guess because I had two babies that depended on me... And if it had not been for the kindness of a few individuals who watched my boys while I worked and went to school I guess I would still be a CNA....to those few I dedicate this article...thank you.
All in all I did the best I could to make a life worry free for my boys... They played every sport from baseball to basketball; my baby took Tae Kwon Do and my eldest excelled at wrestling, even going to state his first year... Yes we lived in a trailer, but it was home... My baby was embarrassed telling people we lived in a trailer and years later he apologized for belittling me and our predicament. It's ok, we did what we had to do.
I guess if you ask me what was the hardest part of being a single parent it would be that....being a single parent. Nature chose Homo Sapiens to be couples, not single... It takes two to raise children and my biggest loss was the softness a woman provides. Yes I hugged and kissed and rewarded and stayed with then when they were sick, but they missed out on the touch of a mommy. I remember my childhood and I would not trade the world for the soft touch of my mother...the way she rubbed my hair, wiped my brow when I was sick, showed me how to make pancakes, and most of all being there when I came home from school, with an apron on, the aroma of fresh baked cookies permeating the home and her hugging me ever so tight and kissing me on the cheek smelling of Chanel number five and Ponds cold cream. That I never gave my sons, and it hurts they never knew the experience.
As I close , I do not ask you for sympathy, maybe just a little accolade or recognition that not all single parents are women. I did the best I could under the circumstance dealt me. Yes I have regrets, don't we all, but never a regret for having my children, raising them, loving them, and watching them grow into successful bright, hard working and ethical men. I guess I did something right.
For those of you facing this same dilemma one word of advise. It will be the hardest thing you've ever done, but it will come to a conclusion and they will leave the nest...all you can do is always be there for them...no matter what...through good, and bad, ups and downs, sickness and wellness, and always tell them you will be there for them... Never ever stop hugging them and kissing them and tucking them in at night...always read stories, and play, play, play...I promise you they will remember the good far easier than the bad...but and this is a big but...
Do not delude yourself to the fact that divorce destroys children, they never get over it, they never forget, and they blame themselves...all you can do is hold them when they cry and ask where's my mom or dad, and reassure them you will never abandon them.
Promise me....promise them...you only get one chance at this and there are no do-overs. Bless you all and remember, you can do it!
I never Was
I Never Was
I never was a Bauder or a Beurling,
I never was a hero or a king,
I never was a Patton or Westmorland
All I've ever been is just an ordinary being.
I never went to school at Harvard
I never went to school at Yale.
I never went to school at Clemson
Instead my Alumni is a hen...
I never was a rich man
I never owned a yacht
I never owned a mansion
Damn that's saying a lot.
I never was a rock Starr or famous
I never met Demri and Layne
I never amounted to anything
Boy isn't that an effing shame
I never was good at relationships and marriage
I never was good at being prepared
I never was able to save any money
Which left me unbelievably scared
I was never good at anything
I was never good at one thing
I was never listened to
Pretty much I was unseen
I never was!
I never was a Bauder or a Beurling,
I never was a hero or a king,
I never was a Patton or Westmorland
All I've ever been is just an ordinary being.
I never went to school at Harvard
I never went to school at Yale.
I never went to school at Clemson
Instead my Alumni is a hen...
I never was a rich man
I never owned a yacht
I never owned a mansion
Damn that's saying a lot.
I never was a rock Starr or famous
I never met Demri and Layne
I never amounted to anything
Boy isn't that an effing shame
I never was good at relationships and marriage
I never was good at being prepared
I never was able to save any money
Which left me unbelievably scared
I was never good at anything
I was never good at one thing
I was never listened to
Pretty much I was unseen
I never was!
Your Hospital stay could kill you.
Your Hospital Stay could Kill You
You will be a patient some day and what you do not know will most assuredly kill you. At the present there are myriad types of resistant bacteria in the institutions we like to call Medical Centers. This epidemic is permeating throughout hospitals and carried by the very people responsible for your care. That's right, your white clad, scrub wearing nurse and the doctor who orders all those tests. It is a fact, upward of seventy percent of healthcare workers carry a resistant strain of bacteria in their nares( nose), and hand washing and glove policies mostly ignored. How would I know this you ask...I am a Registered Nurse and I have Renal Cell Cancer which forced me to be on the other end of the needle.
I cannot count the number of times nurse, doctors, phlebotomist, X-ray, CT scan Tech, etc, did not wash their hands not wear gloves. Yes that is true...some did abide by hospital policy, but...case in point. I was scheduled for a follow up colonoscopy to make sure my cancer had not spread and for this procedure you need a patent intravenous apparatus... Yes an I.V.... My primary nurse did wear gloves initially, but missed my vein, she tired again, this time poking her index finger through the glove, to feel for a vein. She missed again, she then asked for assistance. This nurse did not wear gloves nor wash her hands, and when she missed twice another nurse came in and did not wear gloves nor wash her hands either. I was stuck a total of six times; Six. I never did see anyone wash there hands.
The other problem is nurses and doctors wear the ubiquitous stethoscope around their necks going from patient to patient carrying what ever germs from patient to patient. I never see them rubbing it down with alcohol or antiseptic ergo pathogens transferred. Now you ask, " so how do you fix this?" Honestly, I do not know. If you call your local Medical Center, you will be informed they hold sanitary procedures to the utmost regiment set by standards, and I am here to tell you it is a lie.
The nurses and doctors are contaminating patients with MRSA, VRSA, CRE, Because they won't, can't, will not, do not, have not, wash their hands, wear gloves, and follow basic policy and procedure. I know first hand how difficult it is to access a vein when you have gloves on, but I do not understand how anyone after touching Patient willfully does not wash their hands. I have walked rounds with physicians and watch them go from room to room, patient to patient never washing their hands or cleaning their stethoscopes... I finally started carrying hand sanitizer and insist they use it...some were compliant some told me where to put it.
I guess what I am going to have to do is what I have been doing all along. Be the voice for the patient and educate you of the dangers during hospital exposure. I will make a list of dos and don'ts upon your hospital admission and even give you my phone number for any questions you may have, because believe me, nurses and doctors no longer educate patients as is dictated by the nurse practice act; it's a law. Once my list is complete I will post I to every social media site and email you a list per request. I empathizes do not....I repeat, do not be afraid to say no, ask questions, demand another opinion, ask your care giver to wash their hands and any instrument used on you, tell your doctor to wash before touching you. Demand an explanation of all drugs ordered for you. If the nurse threatens you with " I guess I'll have to tell the doctor you refused", ask for the CEO of the hospital...Never sign a consent without it being read to you and you are fully informed of the risks... Do not be afraid to refuse signing until the doctor sits and explains everything to your satisfaction. You see doctors and nurses enjoy making you feel stupid, after all they are professionals...( Insert laugh here). Always ask for a copy of your record before your discharge.you must understand your time in the hospital is an inconvenience to the corporate machine that owns all hospitals. All they want is your insurance monies, or Medicare dollars and Medicaid, once they have that, they want you out of there. e.g. When you go to same day surgery and have let's say a laparoscopic cholesetectomy, ( gall bladder removal), their priority is to get your butt home. The worst case scenario is not you dying, no, it's having nausea and vomiting, unrelieved pain, low vital signs etc because this means, yep you got it...you become an admission and a stat for the review board and myriad questions for the case managers to deal with. They hate it when you have to be admitted. Nurses and doctors will do anything to get you home.
They have taken away drugs that relieved nausea because the side effect was sleepiness, a big no- no for same day surgery. They want you wide awake and going home ASAP...Another change is, you use to receive a drug called Versed, (a conscious sedation medication), for some procedures which is great because you are still conscious , you just don't remember the procedure...now they use propophoyl, the same drug that killed Michael Jackson...why? Because it metabolizes quickly without post operative drowsiness like Versed does. The reason, so you can recover faster and go home. Forget that 1500 people a year die from this drug which is considered anteshesia and has to be administered by a Nurse Anesthetist... Scary stuff and not for your convenience but for the hospitals.
Gone are the days of hand holding, back rubs, skin checks, education, and kindness. People are going into nursing because it provides a mediocre income with little effort. And now that experienced nurses are a costly overhead, hospitals hire new graduates with no critical thinking skills and place them in high risk areas such as ICU,CCU, CVU, Neo Natal, E.D., and so on... It takes eight to ten years to develop theses skills and now nurses are taking care of critically ill patients with no knowledge base... Just ask your nurse how long they've been a nurse and if they say I just graduated, demand a new experienced nurse. It's your life, and to them you are a product on a assembly line...you are the conveyor belt patient and your life is in your hands.
Be smart, be educated, be leery, be wary, ask questions, demand answers, and most of all be safe...
You will be a patient some day and what you do not know will most assuredly kill you. At the present there are myriad types of resistant bacteria in the institutions we like to call Medical Centers. This epidemic is permeating throughout hospitals and carried by the very people responsible for your care. That's right, your white clad, scrub wearing nurse and the doctor who orders all those tests. It is a fact, upward of seventy percent of healthcare workers carry a resistant strain of bacteria in their nares( nose), and hand washing and glove policies mostly ignored. How would I know this you ask...I am a Registered Nurse and I have Renal Cell Cancer which forced me to be on the other end of the needle.
I cannot count the number of times nurse, doctors, phlebotomist, X-ray, CT scan Tech, etc, did not wash their hands not wear gloves. Yes that is true...some did abide by hospital policy, but...case in point. I was scheduled for a follow up colonoscopy to make sure my cancer had not spread and for this procedure you need a patent intravenous apparatus... Yes an I.V.... My primary nurse did wear gloves initially, but missed my vein, she tired again, this time poking her index finger through the glove, to feel for a vein. She missed again, she then asked for assistance. This nurse did not wear gloves nor wash her hands, and when she missed twice another nurse came in and did not wear gloves nor wash her hands either. I was stuck a total of six times; Six. I never did see anyone wash there hands.
The other problem is nurses and doctors wear the ubiquitous stethoscope around their necks going from patient to patient carrying what ever germs from patient to patient. I never see them rubbing it down with alcohol or antiseptic ergo pathogens transferred. Now you ask, " so how do you fix this?" Honestly, I do not know. If you call your local Medical Center, you will be informed they hold sanitary procedures to the utmost regiment set by standards, and I am here to tell you it is a lie.
The nurses and doctors are contaminating patients with MRSA, VRSA, CRE, Because they won't, can't, will not, do not, have not, wash their hands, wear gloves, and follow basic policy and procedure. I know first hand how difficult it is to access a vein when you have gloves on, but I do not understand how anyone after touching Patient willfully does not wash their hands. I have walked rounds with physicians and watch them go from room to room, patient to patient never washing their hands or cleaning their stethoscopes... I finally started carrying hand sanitizer and insist they use it...some were compliant some told me where to put it.
I guess what I am going to have to do is what I have been doing all along. Be the voice for the patient and educate you of the dangers during hospital exposure. I will make a list of dos and don'ts upon your hospital admission and even give you my phone number for any questions you may have, because believe me, nurses and doctors no longer educate patients as is dictated by the nurse practice act; it's a law. Once my list is complete I will post I to every social media site and email you a list per request. I empathizes do not....I repeat, do not be afraid to say no, ask questions, demand another opinion, ask your care giver to wash their hands and any instrument used on you, tell your doctor to wash before touching you. Demand an explanation of all drugs ordered for you. If the nurse threatens you with " I guess I'll have to tell the doctor you refused", ask for the CEO of the hospital...Never sign a consent without it being read to you and you are fully informed of the risks... Do not be afraid to refuse signing until the doctor sits and explains everything to your satisfaction. You see doctors and nurses enjoy making you feel stupid, after all they are professionals...( Insert laugh here). Always ask for a copy of your record before your discharge.you must understand your time in the hospital is an inconvenience to the corporate machine that owns all hospitals. All they want is your insurance monies, or Medicare dollars and Medicaid, once they have that, they want you out of there. e.g. When you go to same day surgery and have let's say a laparoscopic cholesetectomy, ( gall bladder removal), their priority is to get your butt home. The worst case scenario is not you dying, no, it's having nausea and vomiting, unrelieved pain, low vital signs etc because this means, yep you got it...you become an admission and a stat for the review board and myriad questions for the case managers to deal with. They hate it when you have to be admitted. Nurses and doctors will do anything to get you home.
They have taken away drugs that relieved nausea because the side effect was sleepiness, a big no- no for same day surgery. They want you wide awake and going home ASAP...Another change is, you use to receive a drug called Versed, (a conscious sedation medication), for some procedures which is great because you are still conscious , you just don't remember the procedure...now they use propophoyl, the same drug that killed Michael Jackson...why? Because it metabolizes quickly without post operative drowsiness like Versed does. The reason, so you can recover faster and go home. Forget that 1500 people a year die from this drug which is considered anteshesia and has to be administered by a Nurse Anesthetist... Scary stuff and not for your convenience but for the hospitals.
Gone are the days of hand holding, back rubs, skin checks, education, and kindness. People are going into nursing because it provides a mediocre income with little effort. And now that experienced nurses are a costly overhead, hospitals hire new graduates with no critical thinking skills and place them in high risk areas such as ICU,CCU, CVU, Neo Natal, E.D., and so on... It takes eight to ten years to develop theses skills and now nurses are taking care of critically ill patients with no knowledge base... Just ask your nurse how long they've been a nurse and if they say I just graduated, demand a new experienced nurse. It's your life, and to them you are a product on a assembly line...you are the conveyor belt patient and your life is in your hands.
Be smart, be educated, be leery, be wary, ask questions, demand answers, and most of all be safe...
Wednesday, May 7, 2014
To be trendy and edgy and not news!
Dear Sir,
I know the news you peddle is dictated by the corporation that pays your salary, but what I want to understand is how you quantify the success of your career when it is all done for you. I know you have a budget, I know you have a bevy of corporate entireties that pull your strings, and I also know you get no say in how programming is carried out at WBTW. Now I ask you, ( and please tell me you are old enough to remember the as assassination of President Kennedy other wise this response is moot), where is the satisfaction you should feel from informing your followers the truth in reporting, and no I do not mean to imply you slant the news, just regurgitate what you are fed by corporate.
Gone are the days of serious Pulitzer Prize winning investigative reporting, filled with nit- wit, uneducated, uninformed, perfectly coifed plastics replicas of humans reading teleprompter without a clue of what they have just said. When was the last time you sent out a team to report suspicious activity, i.e., nefarious individuals involved in prostitution, drugs, gangs, police abuse political abuse, gophers and the pornographic drunken world they bring to our area, and I don't mean a thirty second loop engineered by some eighteen year old neophyte interested in becoming the next Max Lauer...I have a suggestion, why don't you inform the public just how little the corporation allows you to pay your college educated employees? Seriously, seven dollars an hour? Yes I know because I have people inside your company that either work or have work there and it is those people who ask me to write for fear of there of there jobs; me? All I have to worry about is, well nothing...
I know you are interrupting me as some kind of leftist guerrilla with a ninety nine percent ideology and well, you'd only be one percent correct. I am an American, reared and educated on the belief a little piece of paper called the Constitution, allowed me certain inalienable rights, and as a fifty nine year old man, I have been sadly forced to watch the destruction of these freedoms all under the auspices of protecting this great country.
If you are an educated man, and it hope you are, them you studied politics, economics, sociology, etc, and ask yourself, " is this what you signed up to do"? As I said if you are under the age of forty then I am speaking to a wall. This last generation is clueless and there day consists of the " Kardashians and " Honey Boo Boo". All they care about is the next iPhone, and granite counter tops. The last two generations have been unfortunately unaware of just how bad things were in this country, not my parents, and not yours or grandparents, and what I am trying to accomplish in this brief life is what our obligation asks of us and that is to make it a better world for our children, but sadly my grandchildren will be left to address the problems my generation caused... Unbelievable avarice, and corruption. No longer do we live in a democracy but an oligarchy, and I ask my wife, " I do feel bad for her listening to my diatribes!", what will it take to turn things around. To put the corporations out of business and place the power back in the peoples hands. Ell, again of you are an educated man then you also took history and since I am a Phi Alpha Theta member them I know my history and it is wrought with anarchy, revolt and wars, most because people were starving, poor, and disease, while the elites sat, laughed and said, " let them eat cake".
I know the news you peddle is dictated by the corporation that pays your salary, but what I want to understand is how you quantify the success of your career when it is all done for you. I know you have a budget, I know you have a bevy of corporate entireties that pull your strings, and I also know you get no say in how programming is carried out at WBTW. Now I ask you, ( and please tell me you are old enough to remember the as assassination of President Kennedy other wise this response is moot), where is the satisfaction you should feel from informing your followers the truth in reporting, and no I do not mean to imply you slant the news, just regurgitate what you are fed by corporate.
Gone are the days of serious Pulitzer Prize winning investigative reporting, filled with nit- wit, uneducated, uninformed, perfectly coifed plastics replicas of humans reading teleprompter without a clue of what they have just said. When was the last time you sent out a team to report suspicious activity, i.e., nefarious individuals involved in prostitution, drugs, gangs, police abuse political abuse, gophers and the pornographic drunken world they bring to our area, and I don't mean a thirty second loop engineered by some eighteen year old neophyte interested in becoming the next Max Lauer...I have a suggestion, why don't you inform the public just how little the corporation allows you to pay your college educated employees? Seriously, seven dollars an hour? Yes I know because I have people inside your company that either work or have work there and it is those people who ask me to write for fear of there of there jobs; me? All I have to worry about is, well nothing...
I know you are interrupting me as some kind of leftist guerrilla with a ninety nine percent ideology and well, you'd only be one percent correct. I am an American, reared and educated on the belief a little piece of paper called the Constitution, allowed me certain inalienable rights, and as a fifty nine year old man, I have been sadly forced to watch the destruction of these freedoms all under the auspices of protecting this great country.
If you are an educated man, and it hope you are, them you studied politics, economics, sociology, etc, and ask yourself, " is this what you signed up to do"? As I said if you are under the age of forty then I am speaking to a wall. This last generation is clueless and there day consists of the " Kardashians and " Honey Boo Boo". All they care about is the next iPhone, and granite counter tops. The last two generations have been unfortunately unaware of just how bad things were in this country, not my parents, and not yours or grandparents, and what I am trying to accomplish in this brief life is what our obligation asks of us and that is to make it a better world for our children, but sadly my grandchildren will be left to address the problems my generation caused... Unbelievable avarice, and corruption. No longer do we live in a democracy but an oligarchy, and I ask my wife, " I do feel bad for her listening to my diatribes!", what will it take to turn things around. To put the corporations out of business and place the power back in the peoples hands. Ell, again of you are an educated man then you also took history and since I am a Phi Alpha Theta member them I know my history and it is wrought with anarchy, revolt and wars, most because people were starving, poor, and disease, while the elites sat, laughed and said, " let them eat cake".
Have another Fry with that Fountain drink
The continued Poisoning of America
You won’t believe where silly putty is hiding in your food. Find out on the latest episode of Food Babe TV and don’t miss the details below:
Watch Now:
Dimethylpolysiloxane 101 (a.k.a. Silly Putty)
Dimethylsiloxane is commonly used in vinegary-smelling silicone caulks, adhesives, and aquarium sealants, a component in silicone grease and other silicone based lubricants, as well as in defoaming agents, mold release agents, damping fluids, heat transfer fluids, polishes, cosmetics, hair conditioners AND IN OUR FOOD!
There have been no major studies conducted on the safety of dimethylsiloxane in food by the FDA or the Food Industry since it was approved in 1998, but the food industry is allowed to use it in anything they want (except milk). Chick-fil-A Chicken Sandwiches, McDonalds French Fries, KFC Mash Potatoes and Biscuits, Taco Bell Cinnamon Twists, Five Guys French Fries, Dominos Bread Sticks, and on and on – the list of guilty restaurants is mind-blowing.
Dimethylsiloxane Can Contain Formaldehyde
The FDA allows dimethylsiloxane to be preserved by several different chemicals that don’t have to be listed on the label either, including formaldehyde! Formaldehyde is one of the most highly toxic substances on earth. It is linked to allergies, brain damage, cancer, and auto-immune disorders. See chart below directly from US Code Of Federal Regulation:
Dimethylsiloxane is commonly used as a filler fluid in breast implants, however this substance has started to be phased out due to safety concerns. If this substance is considered to be a hazardous ingredient when it’s placed inside our bodies, it makes you wonder, how can the FDA allow us to eat it?
American Companies Exploiting Us Once Again
When I compared the ingredient list of McDonald’s french fries in the US vs. the UK version, I was floored to witness the drastic differences. Europeans do not use dimethylsiloxane. Look closely at the ingredients in McDonald’s french fries below. Do you see how the french fries in the U.K. version are basically just potatoes, vegetable oil, a little sugar and salt? How can McDonald’s make french fries with such an uncomplicated list of ingredients all over Europe, but not over here? Why do McDonald’s french fries in the U.S. have to have an “anti-foaming” agent? Do the brits like extra foam? No, they don’t, Europe actually regulates this ingredient because they know this man-made chemical was never intended to be consumed by humans. This whole time McDonalds has known about this and chooses to continue to serve it’s US citizens silly putty.
A Secret Ingredient In Fountain Drinks
When I drank soft drinks as a teenager, I always wondered how and why fountain drinks tasted better. My friends and I would go on and on about this and say to each other “fountain drinks are the best!” and hit up the local gas station to get our fix. Thank god those days are over.
During my research, I found out that fountain drinks have a totally different formula than their bottled counterparts found on store shelves. Dimethylsiloxane is found in Diet Coke, Dr. Pepper, Sprite, Fanta and other countless fountain drinks. The food industry doesn’t want you to know about the differences either. Coca-Cola was sued for being misleading to consumers and not disclosing that Diet Coke has two different artificial sweeteners in the fountain version vs. one in the bottle version. I wonder if there will be another lawsuit regarding this ingredient!? How many people do you think actually know that silly putty is in their Sprite?
We all know drinking soft drinks is not good for us, but does Chipotle, who prides themselves as a pioneer for better quality in the food industry, know they are feeding silly putty to their consumers by serving a wide variety of fountain sodas at their establishments? Chipotle recently phase out GMOs from their restaurant food by next year, but in order to do this, are they planning to remove their Coca-Cola fountain drinks too? I am pretty sure this isn’t part of the original plan. Maybe being associated with silly putty and formaldehyde will finally give Chipotle the nudge to switch over to drinks without GMOs and chemicals. It’s crazy, that even the companies that are trying to make a difference, are still pulling these dirty secret industry tricks in our food right under our noses.
Restaurant Cheap Shortcuts
Many fast food and causal restaurants use a butter substitute product called “Phase Oil”. You may have never heard of this substance, but I can almost guarantee you have eaten it. My husband first introduced it to me, when he said his cook at his fraternity house used it to cook all of their meals. (College kids, listen up!). Needless to say it was horrifying finding this out after looking up the ingredients.
Ingredients in Phase Oil: Partially Hydrogenated Soybean Oil, Salt, Soy Lecithin, Natural and Artificial Flavor, Beta Carotene, TBHQ, Citric Acid, Dimethylsiloxane
When I saw “Phase Oil” on this list of ingredients Dominos uses, I called them up to ask why. The headquarters wouldn’t tell me and asked me to leave an inquiry. I ain’t got time for that, so I went straight to the source and visited a local Dominos to ask. I found out Dominos uses Phase Oil in their Cheesy Bread Sticks, instead of real butter – yum!
It’s important to note, most restaurants don’t use this to intentionally harm us, they use it to cut costs. And this point hits the nail on the head. Using dimethylsiloxane is another cheap industry ingredient to make big profits for the food industry and does nothing to keep our health in check (especially with formaldehyde as a potential preservative!).
How many more people have to die from disease and how much more are we going to pay as a nation for health care until the FDA wakes up and starts regulating our food?
Don’t let the food industry trick you with this rubbery substance. Next time you see your family or friends eating and drinking the popular products discussed in this post and video – ask them:
“Do You Eat Silly Putty?”
Many of the fast food restaurants are required to post their ingredients online. Check em’ before you eat out. And remember to ask your server what oil your food is being cooked in and request it be cooked dry, with coconut oil (if they have it), 100% olive oil, or real butter.
Please spread this information and share this video… no one should be eating silly putty!
Till next time…
Food Babe
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You won’t believe where silly putty is hiding in your food. Find out on the latest episode of Food Babe TV and don’t miss the details below:
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Dimethylpolysiloxane 101 (a.k.a. Silly Putty)
Dimethylsiloxane is commonly used in vinegary-smelling silicone caulks, adhesives, and aquarium sealants, a component in silicone grease and other silicone based lubricants, as well as in defoaming agents, mold release agents, damping fluids, heat transfer fluids, polishes, cosmetics, hair conditioners AND IN OUR FOOD!
There have been no major studies conducted on the safety of dimethylsiloxane in food by the FDA or the Food Industry since it was approved in 1998, but the food industry is allowed to use it in anything they want (except milk). Chick-fil-A Chicken Sandwiches, McDonalds French Fries, KFC Mash Potatoes and Biscuits, Taco Bell Cinnamon Twists, Five Guys French Fries, Dominos Bread Sticks, and on and on – the list of guilty restaurants is mind-blowing.
Dimethylsiloxane Can Contain Formaldehyde
The FDA allows dimethylsiloxane to be preserved by several different chemicals that don’t have to be listed on the label either, including formaldehyde! Formaldehyde is one of the most highly toxic substances on earth. It is linked to allergies, brain damage, cancer, and auto-immune disorders. See chart below directly from US Code Of Federal Regulation:
Dimethylsiloxane is commonly used as a filler fluid in breast implants, however this substance has started to be phased out due to safety concerns. If this substance is considered to be a hazardous ingredient when it’s placed inside our bodies, it makes you wonder, how can the FDA allow us to eat it?
American Companies Exploiting Us Once Again
When I compared the ingredient list of McDonald’s french fries in the US vs. the UK version, I was floored to witness the drastic differences. Europeans do not use dimethylsiloxane. Look closely at the ingredients in McDonald’s french fries below. Do you see how the french fries in the U.K. version are basically just potatoes, vegetable oil, a little sugar and salt? How can McDonald’s make french fries with such an uncomplicated list of ingredients all over Europe, but not over here? Why do McDonald’s french fries in the U.S. have to have an “anti-foaming” agent? Do the brits like extra foam? No, they don’t, Europe actually regulates this ingredient because they know this man-made chemical was never intended to be consumed by humans. This whole time McDonalds has known about this and chooses to continue to serve it’s US citizens silly putty.
A Secret Ingredient In Fountain Drinks
When I drank soft drinks as a teenager, I always wondered how and why fountain drinks tasted better. My friends and I would go on and on about this and say to each other “fountain drinks are the best!” and hit up the local gas station to get our fix. Thank god those days are over.
During my research, I found out that fountain drinks have a totally different formula than their bottled counterparts found on store shelves. Dimethylsiloxane is found in Diet Coke, Dr. Pepper, Sprite, Fanta and other countless fountain drinks. The food industry doesn’t want you to know about the differences either. Coca-Cola was sued for being misleading to consumers and not disclosing that Diet Coke has two different artificial sweeteners in the fountain version vs. one in the bottle version. I wonder if there will be another lawsuit regarding this ingredient!? How many people do you think actually know that silly putty is in their Sprite?
We all know drinking soft drinks is not good for us, but does Chipotle, who prides themselves as a pioneer for better quality in the food industry, know they are feeding silly putty to their consumers by serving a wide variety of fountain sodas at their establishments? Chipotle recently phase out GMOs from their restaurant food by next year, but in order to do this, are they planning to remove their Coca-Cola fountain drinks too? I am pretty sure this isn’t part of the original plan. Maybe being associated with silly putty and formaldehyde will finally give Chipotle the nudge to switch over to drinks without GMOs and chemicals. It’s crazy, that even the companies that are trying to make a difference, are still pulling these dirty secret industry tricks in our food right under our noses.
Restaurant Cheap Shortcuts
Many fast food and causal restaurants use a butter substitute product called “Phase Oil”. You may have never heard of this substance, but I can almost guarantee you have eaten it. My husband first introduced it to me, when he said his cook at his fraternity house used it to cook all of their meals. (College kids, listen up!). Needless to say it was horrifying finding this out after looking up the ingredients.
Ingredients in Phase Oil: Partially Hydrogenated Soybean Oil, Salt, Soy Lecithin, Natural and Artificial Flavor, Beta Carotene, TBHQ, Citric Acid, Dimethylsiloxane
When I saw “Phase Oil” on this list of ingredients Dominos uses, I called them up to ask why. The headquarters wouldn’t tell me and asked me to leave an inquiry. I ain’t got time for that, so I went straight to the source and visited a local Dominos to ask. I found out Dominos uses Phase Oil in their Cheesy Bread Sticks, instead of real butter – yum!
It’s important to note, most restaurants don’t use this to intentionally harm us, they use it to cut costs. And this point hits the nail on the head. Using dimethylsiloxane is another cheap industry ingredient to make big profits for the food industry and does nothing to keep our health in check (especially with formaldehyde as a potential preservative!).
How many more people have to die from disease and how much more are we going to pay as a nation for health care until the FDA wakes up and starts regulating our food?
Don’t let the food industry trick you with this rubbery substance. Next time you see your family or friends eating and drinking the popular products discussed in this post and video – ask them:
“Do You Eat Silly Putty?”
Many of the fast food restaurants are required to post their ingredients online. Check em’ before you eat out. And remember to ask your server what oil your food is being cooked in and request it be cooked dry, with coconut oil (if they have it), 100% olive oil, or real butter.
Please spread this information and share this video… no one should be eating silly putty!
Till next time…
Food Babe
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Capitolismesque
Capitolismesque
Do you know me??? Yes Exactly, you're the kind of fuck who fucks everyday people in the ass so you could float around your job sitting in your fucking house in the Hampton's booking tennis lessons from your penthouse for your bratty children and enjoying the vistas looking over Central Park. do you know what the problem is with guys? You can't stop bragging while the rest of the world is suffering you're making money hand over fist...
You're a salesman... Sell me!!!
Sell you? You know there's not one person on this earth who's worth over a hundred million dollars that came by that money honestly... You want to take a look at the old money? Look at the Vanderbilt's the Carnegie's the Getty's, the Morgan's, the Rockefeller's...how do you think they got all that money?
They just annexed Territories and licenses and businesses and killed native populations and imported slaves and sold guns to both the North and the South during the Civil War and controlled the politicians... and they're heroes...they're American heroes
We teach our children what; that honesty and hard work are the keys to success? My children, my children aren't going off to some dumb war...no there gonna be going to go to Harvard and Yale ...and it's going to be the same ole dumb stupid white trash kids in the black ghetto kids going to fight America senseless wars and they're going to protect American security and businesses and it's going to be my business, my business is going to get richer and richer and my bonuses are it going to get bigger and bigger and it's the same old story...it's the bankers and the owners and the advisers who get rich and it's a little people who buy their stock that always lose in the end...to people like you! ( insert chortle).
Thats a free trade system...That's Capitalism my friend, that's competition in a capitalist society that's why the cream always rises to the top, that's how the strong survive, and the weak die off.
Do you know me??? Yes Exactly, you're the kind of fuck who fucks everyday people in the ass so you could float around your job sitting in your fucking house in the Hampton's booking tennis lessons from your penthouse for your bratty children and enjoying the vistas looking over Central Park. do you know what the problem is with guys? You can't stop bragging while the rest of the world is suffering you're making money hand over fist...
You're a salesman... Sell me!!!
Sell you? You know there's not one person on this earth who's worth over a hundred million dollars that came by that money honestly... You want to take a look at the old money? Look at the Vanderbilt's the Carnegie's the Getty's, the Morgan's, the Rockefeller's...how do you think they got all that money?
They just annexed Territories and licenses and businesses and killed native populations and imported slaves and sold guns to both the North and the South during the Civil War and controlled the politicians... and they're heroes...they're American heroes
We teach our children what; that honesty and hard work are the keys to success? My children, my children aren't going off to some dumb war...no there gonna be going to go to Harvard and Yale ...and it's going to be the same ole dumb stupid white trash kids in the black ghetto kids going to fight America senseless wars and they're going to protect American security and businesses and it's going to be my business, my business is going to get richer and richer and my bonuses are it going to get bigger and bigger and it's the same old story...it's the bankers and the owners and the advisers who get rich and it's a little people who buy their stock that always lose in the end...to people like you! ( insert chortle).
Thats a free trade system...That's Capitalism my friend, that's competition in a capitalist society that's why the cream always rises to the top, that's how the strong survive, and the weak die off.
Capitolismesque
Capitolismesque
Do you know me??? Yes Exactly, you're the kind of fuck who fucks everyday people in the ass so you could float around your job sitting in your fucking house in the Hampton's booking tennis lessons from your penthouse for your bratty children and enjoying the vistas looking over Central Park. do you know what the problem is with guys? You can't stop bragging while the rest of the world is suffering you're making money hand over fist...
You're a salesman... Sell me!!!
Sell you? You know there's not one person on this earth who's worth over a hundred million dollars that came by that money honestly... You want to take a look at the old money? Look at the Vanderbilt's the Carnegie's the Getty's, the Morgan's, the Rockefeller's...how do you think they got all that money?
They just annexed Territories and licenses and businesses and killed native populations and imported slaves and sold guns to both the North and the South during the Civil War and controlled the politicians... and they're heroes...they're American heroes
We teach our children what; that honesty and hard work are the keys to success? My children, my children aren't going off to some dumb war...no there gonna be going to go to Harvard and Yale ...and it's going to be the same ole dumb stupid white trash kids in the black ghetto kids going to fight America senseless wars and they're going to protect American security and businesses and it's going to be my business, my business is going to get richer and richer and my bonuses are it going to get bigger and bigger and it's the same old story...it's the bankers and the owners and the advisers who get rich and it's a little people who buy their stock that always lose in the end...to people like you! ( insert chortle).
Thats a free trade system...That's Capitalism my friend, that's competition in a capitalist society that's why the cream always rises to the top, that's how the strong survive, and the weak die off.
Do you know me??? Yes Exactly, you're the kind of fuck who fucks everyday people in the ass so you could float around your job sitting in your fucking house in the Hampton's booking tennis lessons from your penthouse for your bratty children and enjoying the vistas looking over Central Park. do you know what the problem is with guys? You can't stop bragging while the rest of the world is suffering you're making money hand over fist...
You're a salesman... Sell me!!!
Sell you? You know there's not one person on this earth who's worth over a hundred million dollars that came by that money honestly... You want to take a look at the old money? Look at the Vanderbilt's the Carnegie's the Getty's, the Morgan's, the Rockefeller's...how do you think they got all that money?
They just annexed Territories and licenses and businesses and killed native populations and imported slaves and sold guns to both the North and the South during the Civil War and controlled the politicians... and they're heroes...they're American heroes
We teach our children what; that honesty and hard work are the keys to success? My children, my children aren't going off to some dumb war...no there gonna be going to go to Harvard and Yale ...and it's going to be the same ole dumb stupid white trash kids in the black ghetto kids going to fight America senseless wars and they're going to protect American security and businesses and it's going to be my business, my business is going to get richer and richer and my bonuses are it going to get bigger and bigger and it's the same old story...it's the bankers and the owners and the advisers who get rich and it's a little people who buy their stock that always lose in the end...to people like you! ( insert chortle).
Thats a free trade system...That's Capitalism my friend, that's competition in a capitalist society that's why the cream always rises to the top, that's how the strong survive, and the weak die off.
Wednesday, February 12, 2014
Your primary doctor is déclassé
No longer is the day needed when you call your doctors need to make an appointment. I have a cold not feeling well or I have a rash of unexplained sources those days are gone my friends I just discharge my primary physician Dr. Adler and Dr. Vandergriff which from now on they will be known as Mr. Vandergriff and Mr. Adler... Why should I call him doctor when they don't do anything..
I ended up back in the emergency room this Saturday because I've sprained my knee and I have diagnoses of a torn ligament torn Cartlidge so I have no one to treat me...my primaries refused, and said we're not going to treat you so I can I keep questioning why do we need them.
When I spoke to the emergency room physician he told me that he is seeing a lot of the primaries are no longer wanting to treat patients they want to do physicals and that's about it give you a prescription something every now and then and pretty much they're worthless when it comes to medicine.
I didn't know if you know this most of them do not have admitting privileges the way things work now is if you get sick you go to the emergency room and if you get admitted the hospitalist which is paid by the corporation takes care of you and if they think that you all need a specialist then the specialist is called in I E a cardiologist, neurologist, orthopedics. Again now I have to ask why are people going to medical school are they going because they want to help people is it a calling, looking for money, are they looking for status, are they looking for privilege? I really have to question these kids when they get out of school 27- 30 years old with an astronomical amount of money owed to student loans and we are talking quarter of $1 million and up to become a doctor just to get out and work 8to 4 no weekends and half a day on Friday no admissions no late-night calls no housecalls no calls at all. Sounds like a pretty sweet job to me except what are they get out of it I
don't understand I'm a registered nurse and I know my job was calling I knew that I wanted to be with patients take care of them watch them heal them teach them all on the road to recovery so what is happened I just don't understand now it seems like nursing is becoming in A means to an end and it's almost like I'm embarrassed to be called the nurse because so many people are going into it better so inapt and they all want to go from school straight into intensive care cardiac care
I ended up back in the emergency room this Saturday because I've sprained my knee and I have diagnoses of a torn ligament torn Cartlidge so I have no one to treat me...my primaries refused, and said we're not going to treat you so I can I keep questioning why do we need them.
When I spoke to the emergency room physician he told me that he is seeing a lot of the primaries are no longer wanting to treat patients they want to do physicals and that's about it give you a prescription something every now and then and pretty much they're worthless when it comes to medicine.
I didn't know if you know this most of them do not have admitting privileges the way things work now is if you get sick you go to the emergency room and if you get admitted the hospitalist which is paid by the corporation takes care of you and if they think that you all need a specialist then the specialist is called in I E a cardiologist, neurologist, orthopedics. Again now I have to ask why are people going to medical school are they going because they want to help people is it a calling, looking for money, are they looking for status, are they looking for privilege? I really have to question these kids when they get out of school 27- 30 years old with an astronomical amount of money owed to student loans and we are talking quarter of $1 million and up to become a doctor just to get out and work 8to 4 no weekends and half a day on Friday no admissions no late-night calls no housecalls no calls at all. Sounds like a pretty sweet job to me except what are they get out of it I
don't understand I'm a registered nurse and I know my job was calling I knew that I wanted to be with patients take care of them watch them heal them teach them all on the road to recovery so what is happened I just don't understand now it seems like nursing is becoming in A means to an end and it's almost like I'm embarrassed to be called the nurse because so many people are going into it better so inapt and they all want to go from school straight into intensive care cardiac care
Tuesday, February 11, 2014
AMCE( American Movement for Change and Equality)
Congrats to the many that are protesting the need to stop corporate greed, and to return the power to the people who elect these officials to represents us. We need to be heard and we need to galvanise the few into the many, and effect change in this great country of USA!
"The tree of liberty must be refreshed from time to time with the blood of tyrants and patriots." TJ.
"The tree of liberty must be refreshed from time to time with the blood of tyrants and patriots." TJ.
Where is my 700 billion dollars
Hey there,
Anyone here seen any of my 700 billion doaars we lent the banks, auto indusrty, Sallie Mae, Freddie Mac, etc...Just wondered if I should starts sending collection notices...I think they are behind by several months...Come on now Bank of America, if you can charge 5.00$ for an ATM card you can surley pay be back some of that 700 billion now cant you. I will be nice and you may start by sending me some installments because I do not want to put you in a bind,,,Let's say, 2million a month until you get on your feet again....
Anyone here seen any of my 700 billion doaars we lent the banks, auto indusrty, Sallie Mae, Freddie Mac, etc...Just wondered if I should starts sending collection notices...I think they are behind by several months...Come on now Bank of America, if you can charge 5.00$ for an ATM card you can surley pay be back some of that 700 billion now cant you. I will be nice and you may start by sending me some installments because I do not want to put you in a bind,,,Let's say, 2million a month until you get on your feet again....
To be alive
My "Ground Hog"Life
I wake up Again! And I know one knows and I'm sure know one cares...I hear the irrational nail on the chalk board squeaking of the alarm radio as I slowy drift into to consciousness and think to myself.."Shit, I'm awake again!" My life has become the venerable movie "Ground Hog Day", you know the one with Bill Murray as the star of a hapless, apathetic, rude, self absorb, washed up reporter who awakens everyday to the same routuine. To others it's a
new day, to Bill it's the same day...everyday...day upon day upon day...days turn into weeks, weeks turn into months, and months turn into years... The moral of the movie is, this is hell and welcome one and all to the party; this is a special place for those of you whom are mean, rude, etc. and belive me...it Is hell!
Everyday I awake to the same sounds, same smell of coffee brewing, the same routine of taking the dogs out, feeding them, getting my wife coffee and breakfest, watch her get ready for work, watch her leave, blow kisses, and then turn and look at me hell...
The door looms before me like an evil grinning brown maw. Dare I walk in, dare I go in, dare, I stay here, or dare I just run away? I relent, my head down, looking at the grayish pebble concrete sidewalk reaching and stretching out before me...the long trek back to hell...my hell...the house...Slowly, methodically one foot I front of the other, I shuffle, as if walking to the gallows...
I reach for the door, open it, step inside hell and look around at the world...slowly, cautiously, with great trepidation and angst, I step-inside. I close the door to the echoing sound of doom. I look around the foyer into the living room and dread washes through me as realzation takes hold....a disembodied voice resonates in my ears..." Welcome home dumbass"!
I cover my ears close my eyes so tight the tears run. The voice does not go away instead it reverberates a few more times until the deathly quiet hush of silence replaces the cacophony of noise.
I stand erect, walk slowly to the kitchen for my fourth cup of coffee of the day and the silence continues... It follows me from room to room until I embark on my delusional sanctuary...the bedroom. Silence tapes me on the shoulder to remind me it would be here Allllll...dayyyyyy....loooooonnnnggggg!
I fall onto the bed shuffling my three dogs out of their blissful little dreams and begin to feel the exhuberence surround me...a lick here, a lick there, a moan,a bark, and reminder to "hey pet me"...I roll over and smile at one of life precious little joys I have left; Yes my dogs! I lay with them cajoling them to wrestle and bark and just act like dogs...for a single moment I am alive...just that moment, I still have 23 hours of silence, boredom, repetitiveness, and so on and so on and so on....
God please relase me from this hell...I fall asleep again... I wake up again....the alarm clock drones it's, montanous tone...again...I open my eyes, and slowly realize, it's the same day....Again!
Monday, January 27, 2014
Health care gone awry.
Doctors doing it to us again
I want a doctors job.... You get up go to work, see X number of patients,go home at five and have a drink or two, go to bed , get up, go to work, go home at fi e etc etc etc... No call, no admissions, no hospital visits, no ED responses,... And well they have a 9-5 job... Wow, I want this job...
Gone are the days of Doctrs admitting patients, taking care of your needs, and doing what they signed up to do and that is treat you according standard practice of medicine, Hippocratic oath, and the medical practice act... Bit only are physicians bound to provide the minimalist of care for you they are bound by law to take care of you.
Another case scenario, your othropedic surgeon tells you you need a specific type of surgery, first the insurance companies, haggle over whether they will approve it or not, then do the surgery, charge you 20,000$ And your still left with Anesthisist bills, radiology bills, lab bills X-ray bills, office visits, any treatments and of course medicine... And then if you miss a 20.00$ payment they send you to collections and well you know the rest.
When did doctors stop caring? I wish I could take those of you that were not alive in the sixties and seventies to show you the beauty of healthcare...before greedy corporations took over health care... It was fantastic to go to work and know you were going to make a difference in someone's life. Not today, welcome to revolving doe, convert belt medicine where you are overhead and profit , all in one. Oh they love you being sick, but only be sick for a specific amount of time... God forbid you step outside the insurance guidelines or DRG's...this is a guide insurance companies use to tell how long you a patient should be I the hospital otherwise the insurance companies can refuse to pay because the hospital, physicans didn't not follow the care desk abated by the insurance carrier. In other words you are a statistic, a line on a chart, a number in a computer...you don't matter.
Please joi. Me in rev among the medical system by, elmanatimg all corporate drive owned hospitals and go back to the way hospitals were designed. To care for people. All people, and stop the avarice practice of physicans and insurance. We can change it all....just do something...
Thursday, January 23, 2014
Whistle Blowers are Hero's
With out people like Edward Snowden andHero's like him our country would continue to spiral unchecked into a tyrannical mire of corruption and Gestapo tactics.
Why do we place whistle blowers in a bad light when in all actuality they should be hailed as Hero's. They protect us from corrupt companies, corrupt politicians, corrupt law enforcement, corrupt judicial system, and dangerous work places etc... But yet when the media calls you a whistle blower is is akin to being called a conspiracy theorist, which of course makes one believe you have seen a Big foot or chuppacabbra..
The media loves names they name storms, they nickname serial killers, sports heros, now even winter storms have names...Nemo, Ione...the media is the last bastion that needs a serious overhaul. They lie, they slant, they form and provide opinions, worse they make the news irrelevant. By being edgy, cute, repetitive, and what ever pop fader there is for the day...
I want the name whistle blower stricken from the English language and replaced with names such as Patrick Henryism, Nathanal Halealites, etc. it wasn't long ago a small contingency of Americans pulled together and said enough is enough to tyranny and with the help of France and countless sacrificed lives, we not only conquered a nation we set a precedent that Americans are not a rug for nations and tyrants to wipe their feet on.
But that is gone, gone the way of corporations, crooked politicians, greedy entrepreneurs, talk show hosts with about as much intelligence as a slug and boys who throw and catch balls for a living making millions of dollars. The Americans that save lives, make your clothes, teach your children, dispose of your trash, mow your yards are what... Citizens to be admired? Citizens to envy? Citizens you aspire to be? Sadly no... People like you only think of what you can get out of it and what it will cost...
America stand up, shout out, stop agreeing and start acting like Americans. Revolt, replace, and Revive this country to its greatest strength... Please.... Thank you Mr. Snowden.., thank you sir...
Why do we place whistle blowers in a bad light when in all actuality they should be hailed as Hero's. They protect us from corrupt companies, corrupt politicians, corrupt law enforcement, corrupt judicial system, and dangerous work places etc... But yet when the media calls you a whistle blower is is akin to being called a conspiracy theorist, which of course makes one believe you have seen a Big foot or chuppacabbra..
The media loves names they name storms, they nickname serial killers, sports heros, now even winter storms have names...Nemo, Ione...the media is the last bastion that needs a serious overhaul. They lie, they slant, they form and provide opinions, worse they make the news irrelevant. By being edgy, cute, repetitive, and what ever pop fader there is for the day...
I want the name whistle blower stricken from the English language and replaced with names such as Patrick Henryism, Nathanal Halealites, etc. it wasn't long ago a small contingency of Americans pulled together and said enough is enough to tyranny and with the help of France and countless sacrificed lives, we not only conquered a nation we set a precedent that Americans are not a rug for nations and tyrants to wipe their feet on.
But that is gone, gone the way of corporations, crooked politicians, greedy entrepreneurs, talk show hosts with about as much intelligence as a slug and boys who throw and catch balls for a living making millions of dollars. The Americans that save lives, make your clothes, teach your children, dispose of your trash, mow your yards are what... Citizens to be admired? Citizens to envy? Citizens you aspire to be? Sadly no... People like you only think of what you can get out of it and what it will cost...
America stand up, shout out, stop agreeing and start acting like Americans. Revolt, replace, and Revive this country to its greatest strength... Please.... Thank you Mr. Snowden.., thank you sir...
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