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Quote of the Day

“You’re looking at it all wrong. It’s a dual purpose designer drug. You can get your high and a smooth forehead. It all depends on where you inject it.” – Jennifer, commenting on my entry about people getting botulism from black tar heroin.  We could call it “Black Botox”.

Thoughts for the Day

  • I really like the M240B.
  • IED’s be loud, yo.
  • Corrolary – If offered hearing protection, take it.
  • The “Smartass of the Day” Award goes to the medic who triaged Daddybear, who was wearing a moulage kit in order to simulate a rather graphic abdominal wound, and was being very dramatic in holding onto his belly and moaning loudly.  Quoth the smartass:  “How far apart are the contractions?”.
  • When lying beside the road with said abdominal wound, and someone starts backing up a large truck near you in a rather erratic fashion, it is indeed possible to move your entire body using nothing but your butt.
  • When the IED’s are going off and people are shooting at you, the time to say “Please” and “Sir” when trying to stop someone from running at your truck is over.
  • When trying to get someone who doesn’t understand your language to do something, shouting your request is not going to work.  Maybe you could try charades or something.
  • In an ironic twist, I found myself today wearing a keffiyah and a daishiki while eating a ham and cheese sandwich.
  • It is quite possible to be soaked to the bone and worried about hypothermia in the morning and come home with a sunburn in the evening.
  • We are fortunate to live in a world that has such dedicated and talented young men and women in it as those I helped to train today.

Today’s Earworm

Today is the 197th anniversary of the bombardment of Fort McHenry in Baltimore Harbor.  An American prisoner named Francis Scott Key jotted down a poem that captured the moment, which later became the Star Spangled Banner.

I’ve always thought it fitting that our national anthem was a poem about us getting our butts kicked but not giving up intertwined with a drinking song.

As if heroin wasn’t bad enough

Officials in Seattle are reporting a small outbreak of botulism caused by contaminated black tar heroin:

In late August, a King County woman with a history of “black tar” heroin injection arrived at a hospital with slurred speech, double vision and drooping eyelids….

If the symptoms are slurred speech, double vision, and drooping eyelids, then it must be pretty hard to diagnose the disease among heroin addicts.  That’s pretty much a description of how they are most days.

Things like this just make me shake my head. First and foremost, because someone would do that to themselves and take the risks of hepatitis, HIV, and a myriad other diseases above and beyond the corrosive effects of the heroin itself.  Oh, and don’t forget the risk of a quick and ugly death when Skeeter cut your fix a bit too fine.  Another reason I shake my head is that the continued forcing of narcotics into the shadows by prohibition almost invites things like this.  If Big Pharma was making consumer grade narcotics and selling them through liquor stores or pharmacies, I’m pretty sure that things like this would be exceedingly rare due to quality control measures and the threat of a lawsuit.

I hope this is as rare as the article leads me to believe. I also hope that someday we become rational about the use and manufacture of intoxicants, but I’m not holding my breath.

The Latest Kerfluffle

The latest shriek of outrage over the Obama White House has to do with First Lady Michelle Obama supposedly showing disrespect during a flag folding ceremony on Sunday.  I don’t read lips, so I won’t comment on what she did or didn’t say.  You make the call:

The thing that occurred to me when I read the articles and editorials over this was that I wasn’t surprised and it wasn’t hard to believe. Never mind what she and her husband say quietly to each other.  Look at what they say and do when they want us to see it.  Mrs. Obama has publicly stated that she was never proud of our country until her husband started his run for our presidency.  Her husband has used the last three years to denigrate the idea that America is in any way different from any other country on earth, and that those who believe in its ideals and principles are obstructionists, racists, and bitter yokels that cling to antiquated ideas like ‘rights’.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m just as unhappy with Republican candidates that don’t give a damn about patriotism or the Constitution unless they’re giving a speech.  Wrapping yourself in the flag while wiping your ass with the Constitution doesn’t go far in my book either.

I’m sure that if the White House comments on this at all, they will spin it as a misunderstanding.  The fact that I’m no longer surprised when a politician, and don’t believe for one second that Mrs. Obama isn’t a political creature to her marrow, disrespects the flag or the country it stands for, either through whispered exasperation or through using it to further their career, is what really gets to me.

If Mrs. Obama well and truly doesn’t feel respect for the flag, then it’s her right not to.  But those of us who do stand up when the flag passes, or stop to show respect when we hear Taps watch the news, and we will remember.  If the opposing party wants to use the flag to try to win our hearts and minds, we will look through the cynicism and find the thing they are appealing to our patriotism to get.  Either way, we will still be here, showing our respect, raising the flag, and standing quietly to the side as it is folded long after this administration is a footnote in a history book.

Thought for the Day

Today, I realized just how old and domesticated I have become.  While I was eating my breakfast before going to work, I started doing my Christmas shopping.

I used to travel the world, trying all of the local hooch, driving multi-ton, multi-million dollar war machines, and live a life that had no plans past going to bed that night.  Now I’m surfing Amazon for Christmas presents in September.

Sigh…..

Another Bad Incantation

Looks like the courthouse here in Louisville messed up another magical protection spell when it issued an Emergency Protection Order (EPO) to a young lady recently.

Her ex-boyfriend is alleged to have overcome the cone of safety provided by the EPO, hung out near the ladies apartment, took her keys from her and drug her into her apartment, then took her phone away when she tried to call the police. He then allegedly menaced her with an aluminum baseball bat before taking off. All it would have taken was a few inches of difference in one of those swings of the bat to change this into a murder investigation.

Luckily for her, this jerk was more interested in causing psychological harm and fear than he was in beating her with the bat.  But that’s all she had going for her was luck.  The EPO didn’t work, there wasn’t a policeman or knight in shining armor around to help her, and all she could do was curl up in a ball and hope to live to see sunset.  And like someone once told me:  Hope isn’t a plan.

Ladies, please take control of your own safety, especially if you fear for your life enough to get the state involved.  Don’t rely on luck and hope to keep you from harm when some jerk, whether you know him or not, decides that it’s time to either take your life, your dignity, or your body.

Today’s Earworm

Kentucky Bourbon Festival is being held starting today.  I may not be posting for a couple of days.

An Open Letter

Dear NFL,

Just what in the name of all that is holy do you think you’re doing holding a double header set of football games starting at 8:30 on the East coast?  Are you trying to hide some deep dark secret in the second half of the late game?  Do you think that those of us who hold Monday Night Football to be a sacred part of our fall don’t have jobs on Tuesday morning?  Do you really think that advertisements played at 1:30 AM are worth it?

Stop making me choose between your sport and sleep!  You will lose eventually!

Daddy J. Bear

News Roundup

  • From the “Dumbass of the Day” Department – A man in Los Angeles is under arrest after being accused of putting a fake bomb in a suitcase and then leaving the suitcase on a bus.  While no time is a good time to pull a stunt like this, this weekend was very much in the realm of “not today, dude”.  I hope that when he is convicted he is sentenced to spending three days in stocks at the intersection that was shut down so police could deal with his little joke.  Something tells me they’d find pieces of this guy in Tijuana being sold next to the shellacked frogs.
  •  From the “Chutzpah is Not a River in Israel” Department – A heavyset man in New York has sued the White Castle fast food chain because his repeated requests for larger chairs have gone unanswered.  He seems to believe that being overweight is a disability for which the company must make accommodations.  Listen, I’m a wide body myself.  I’m continually fighting the battle of the bulge.  Now I love me some burgers and shakes, but it never occurred to me that I could sue my favorite burger joint for not having booths that I could plop my rotund self into when I’m getting my morning grease burger, large fries, and diet soda.  My suggestion to this gentleman is to either find another vendor of fast food goodness that has wider chairs, or maybe spend the time he would normally take to consume mass quantities taking a few laps in the pool at the YMCA.  You know, people like this make the rest of us fat bastards look bad.
  • From the “In the Navy” Department – A naval base in Virginia is going to be the site for an attempt to break the world record for the number of people doing the “ChaCha Slide” dance at once.  I know this is silly, but the image I have is a couple thousand sailors in their white uniforms dancing in lock stop on the deck of an aircraft carrier.  I wonder if this is part of a new physical training regimen for Naval personnel.  The physical fitness test could consist of push ups, sit ups, and the 20 minute line dance. 
  • From the “Cache and Carry” Department – An Ohio man called the police after he found a box containing bullets and dynamite buried in his yard.  No-one was hurt, and police don’t know why someone would bury such a thing.  Apparently at some point in the past, someone passed the “If you have to bury it, you should be using it” decision point.  I’m not admitting anything, but if you ever find a box full of ammo in my yard, go three steps towards the bush in our southwest corner and start digging again.  You might get an early Christmas present.