Memorial Day

A day of remembering

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Agent Orange Patch and pray for those who are still suffering google images
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A time to honor those who have fallen
Some gave all they had in service of their country
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Remember those who gave their lives
Never Forget them
All Gave Some Some Gave All MIA POW You Will Not be forgotten Google Images
Two Died for You One for your Soul and One for Your Freedom Google Images

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Thank You for Remembering

Craig Martineau

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Blood Red Meat – on the Barbie?

“I hear we’re having steak tonight?”

“Steak? Oh, Boy! Rare?”

“Steak Tartare”

“Huh?”

“RAW!”

“Better ‘n better”

“I need your muscles though.”

“To carry the ice-cold beer!”

“Can do, can do!”

“Hey, Ole.” “How’s Lena doin’?”

“You heard about that huh?”

“Everyone has.”

“Oh, geez. She’s not gonna be happy.”

“Why that’s the point of getting married, so you can have kids.”

“Well, we had to because her dad had a shotgun!”

“I know but 4 shud be enouf, ya think?”

“Ole, however many you two have is a blessing, right?”

“So, the pastor says.” “Course he doesn’t have to pay for them!”

Ed. I would like to interject an explanation here:

In case some of you are not from the Land of 10,000 Lakes you may not be familiar with Ole and Lena.

The names Ole and Lena are well used in Northern Minnesota. Ole is the name of a great warrior.

Lena (pronounced Leena – with the emphasis on the second vowel) is pronounced, incorrectly I might add, “Layna” (emphasis on the first vowel) by the Swedes, a wild tribe that also inhabits Northern MN.

You may discern that there is no love lost between the tribes, except in this particular situation where Ole is Norwegian and Lena is Swedish (an old love story for sure). So much so that Ole and Lena are national heroes and you hear the names often – especially at supper time “OOOLLLEEEEE”.

Ole is bald and a bit pudgy, not overly so, but he is recognized as a lover of the malt.

Lena is a rare beauty, long blonde hair tied in braids with rosy pink cheeks. Yes, indeed, a fair maiden.

Ole’s best friend is See More. I guess I don’t know is given name we have always called him See More due to his inch-thick glasses that he has to keep pushing up on this nose.

(I must add I think he is the smarter of the two – but don’t say anything I don’t want to start that ruckus all over again.)

As Ole and See More are buzzing their way home discussing the upcoming feast they know awaits them (they first have to stop to get the ice-cold beer) they are observed by two other friends Rocky and Blockhead (blockhead is a nickname fur shur).

We know that Rocky and Blockhead are Mosquito Hawks see picture.

mosquito hawk - google image
Mosquito Hawk

Now we have the picture:

Two friends buzzing home to a meal of blood and steak and two other friends observing them.

What is in store for our two best buds?

Northern Minnesota Mosquito Google Images
Northern Minnesota Mosquito

Two mosquitoes with blood one their minds and two mosquito hawks.

Well, I don’t know because Mosquito Hawks don’t eat mosquitoes.

Isn’t that strange?

Must be from Minnie so tah! (Emphasis on the last vowel.)

We will have to tune into the next edition to find out what in the world is going on.

image of a human swatting at mosquitoes to save his life google images
A human in mortal combat swatting at mosquitos to save his life.

Thanks for stopping.

Craig

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The Infernal Internal Beast of Boston Scientific is Gone! Start the Party NOW!

I had been feeling ugly all day.

In the evening my wife took me to the emergency room.

On November 14, 2018, I died.

If you are going to die, a hospital is probably the best place to do it.

Of course, I don’t remember.

I had been feeling ugly all day. In the evening my wife took me to the emergency room. On November 14, 2018, I died. If you are going to die, a hospital is probably the best place to do it. Of course, I don’t remember. --------- The ONLY thing I do remember is PAIN! I remember flying up from the ER table and that is all. I was told I couldn’t possibly remember. Well, they weren’t there. Oh yeah, they were there. But they don’t know. I know. A NEW DAY DAWNED. A doctor came to see me and we discussed implanting a defibrillator so if my heart stopped again, the defibrillator would restart it. It seemed like a smart thing to do – implant the defibber or whatever it was. My concern was running the lines outside of my body into my heart. I suffer from a leg infection “cellulitis” due to my diabetes. The opportunity for transmitting that infection from my legs to my heart seemed pretty scary if there was a line running outside my body. --------- As I sit here typing this I have a huge gob of skin is missing on my left leg. It slid off the other night. I’ve been to the doctor, the ER and the Wound Clinic. But they can’t put Humpty together again. Cellulitis is caused by fluid build-up between the layers of skin. Bacteria love the warm fluid and quickly cause an infection. The infection causes the skin to blister. Blistered skin means a day later it sloughs off. And now it is raw meat. HURTS! ------ The doctor agreed. He recommended an internal device. On a scale of 1 to 10 for awesome decisionmaking this was a -0. This is the rest of the story. On a Friday afternoon in October my bride and I were in the car mosying up and down the boulevard, when I COULDN’T BREATHE. This is not a good thing. I said “to the hospital, NOW!” She knew we were closer to a clinic than the hospital so she zipped the few blocks to the clinic. I asked her to get a nurse and a wheelchair. I may not have said those exact words since an electric elephant was pounding my chest. (The pink battery bunny? Only much bigger.) I was screaming at the top of my lungs. It hurt so bad! She came out with a big guy who said he had worked in the ER. I was much relieved at the news. He was going to stay with me until the ambulance got there. https://www.webmd.com/heart-disease/atrial-fibrillation/what-is-ventricular-tachycardia#1 The ambulance, lights blazing and siren blaring roared into he parking lot. Of course the fire engine and partrol cars had to tag along. They did their questionnaire and decided I had to get out of the car. I alerted them to the fact that was a problem since: 1) I could barely breath and 2) my legs were mush. They brought out the coolest tool- a semi rigid blanket. Somehow they worked it around me, I stood up and they laid me back in blanket and moved me to the gurney. In the blink of the eye. I have said on many occasion in the last two years – I will take a med tech instead of some doctors. These people that work the for Mayo Clinic Ambulance are AWESOME. If you don’t have a primary doctor eligible to work in the hospital (my primary is a VA doctor) you don’t get a specialist. You get a hospitalist. “Their” opinion of why I had so much chest pain was: The upper chamber of my heart emptied into my lower chamber before it had emptied. Okay? Solution? They gave me some pills to slow down my heart rate. I had three more of those attacks. I wasn’t expecting anything different when I went to the emergency room on my birthday November 14. That was the day I died. ---------- TRYING OUT MY NEW DEBFIBRILLATOR: Two images……. The power supply was implanted under my armpit and the wires were plugged into my heart. It was implanted on November 16, 2018. January and February were good – no new attacks. The pills are working! The defib hadn’t gone off. March - a little one. Another pill to take. April was good – Whoohooo! Better living thru Chemistry! October “DAMN!” That hurt. What the hell!!! If I had been standing I would have been on my butt! ER TIME – Ambulance was called. NOW thoughts were dancing in my head and not sugarplums either.. The roads – especially the freeway in Duluth MN is enough to jostle every brain cell out of you. Laying on your back on gurney. In an ambulance. Rocky back and forth, and bouncing up and down. I wrote a nasty email to the mayor once I was settled into my room.(My wife says I am too negative and mean to people. I guess I don’t understand her question.) I suggested to the mayor that she have the guy in charge of street repairs try riding in an ambulance on his streets. Ambulance tech shaking and shoving a needle into an artery. The ambulance techs has to prep you so if needed IV intervention as soon as you get to the ER you are ready to go. I have had techs give me better IVs than nurses – By Far. The ABSOLUTE WORST! IV’s are the ones they put on the top of your hand. They hurt for weeks afterwards. The ABSOLUTE worst IV? An ER doctor. Tried putting it in my hand three times. Three times. I told him to put it in the crook of my elbow. My artery jumps right out of my skin there. “No. It will pull out.” I wake up in my room. The IV is stuck in the crook of my arm! TO FINISH THE STORY This was the absolute pain every. For one and a half hours! To the hospital I holler. In the ER I holler. By now I am screaming at the top of my lungs. An electric elephant was sitting on my chest and doing the tango. I learned later that my heart rate was 228 instead of the normal rate is 100 – 150. I had VT – Ventricular Tachycardia. Translated it means means pain from hell. This particular grey, gloomy day went on for one and one half hours! God I hurt. I screamed, I swore, and I kicked. “ What the heck happened?” I asked the ER doctor. I later realized they aren’t going to tell you anything. Nothin’ The regular doctor probably would have a fit if the ER doctor told me something that disagreed with what the regular wanted to say. The ER doctors are too busy to answer questions anyway. Well, I survived so I was happy. But that HURT! Made it past that most unlucky day – my birthday. November – FOURTH WEEK It’s back. And with a vengeance. One shock upon another. The nasty thing is – if it has to shock you twice – Yup you guessed it. They second one is a lot stronger than the first. The doctor came down and presented a proposal. He was going home for Christmas. He would go to his Alma Mater and talk with his professors. They might even suggest that I go to their facility for a procedure. (Geez a choice of U of Pitt or Loyola, which should I choose?) One more blast right after Christmas dang I hope the doctor is back soon! JANUARY 2020 The new year. Here it is-- - the ninth. Two! A double whammy. One right after the other. Ambulance is on the way. Much too cold to have my wife drive. In the morning of all the crazy things. OK folks. I am not leaving here until this thing gets fixed! Dammit! Well I had to wait for quite awhile. Finally the doctor showed up. He doesn’t have time to do it this week. But, the soft spoken doctor that saved me when I was in ER he would take the old defibrillator out. This guy with the spiky blond hair would do the ablation on Friday – his day off. First I had to have an MRI. Have you ever had an MRI? The technicians lay you on a table that is about 6 inches wide and that brings you into the guts of this huge drum. It makes noise. LOUD Noise. Rattle, bang, BANG, shimmy. My goodness you could go deaf listening to the tunes it plays. The real nasty about the MRI – it is NARROW. I am not a small guy. My shoulders are squished, my elbow rubs on the drum as it rotates. Elbows get carpet burns. But I made it thru the claustrophobia. MRI is done and I’m whisked off to another room. Lots of hustle and bustle as the guys strap me in and hook me up to tubes. I sure hope they remember how to get me out of here. They work so fast! All of sudden I’m not there anymore. The doctor, an electrophysiologist, tells me he hasn’t been able to make my heart fail. Huh? I’m still under the influence. “I can’t make it stop. The ablation worked. I dug around a bit, pulled something out. You don’t need to wear a defibrillator anymore.” WOW. Was that great news! No more jolts followed by searing pain. Got off the table. Got dressed. Met my wife at the main door. I haven’t looked back. 1604
real image of a heart

The ONLY thing I do remember is PAIN!

I remember flying up from the ER table and that is all.

I was told I couldn’t possibly remember.

Well, they weren’t there.

Oh yeah, they were there.

But they don’t know. I know.

I had been feeling ugly all day. In the evening my wife took me to the emergency room. On November 14, 2018, I died. If you are going to die, a hospital is probably the best place to do it. Of course, I don’t remember. --------- The ONLY thing I do remember is PAIN! I remember flying up from the ER table and that is all. I was told I couldn’t possibly remember. Well, they weren’t there. Oh yeah, they were there. But they don’t know. I know. A NEW DAY DAWNED. A doctor came to see me and we discussed implanting a defibrillator so if my heart stopped again, the defibrillator would restart it. It seemed like a smart thing to do – implant the defibber or whatever it was. My concern was running the lines outside of my body into my heart. I suffer from a leg infection “cellulitis” due to my diabetes. The opportunity for transmitting that infection from my legs to my heart seemed pretty scary if there was a line running outside my body. --------- As I sit here typing this I have a huge gob of skin is missing on my left leg. It slid off the other night. I’ve been to the doctor, the ER and the Wound Clinic. But they can’t put Humpty together again. Cellulitis is caused by fluid build-up between the layers of skin. Bacteria love the warm fluid and quickly cause an infection. The infection causes the skin to blister. Blistered skin means a day later it sloughs off. And now it is raw meat. HURTS! ------ The doctor agreed. He recommended an internal device. On a scale of 1 to 10 for awesome decisionmaking this was a -0. This is the rest of the story. On a Friday afternoon in October my bride and I were in the car mosying up and down the boulevard, when I COULDN’T BREATHE. This is not a good thing. I said “to the hospital, NOW!” She knew we were closer to a clinic than the hospital so she zipped the few blocks to the clinic. I asked her to get a nurse and a wheelchair. I may not have said those exact words since an electric elephant was pounding my chest. (The pink battery bunny? Only much bigger.) I was screaming at the top of my lungs. It hurt so bad! She came out with a big guy who said he had worked in the ER. I was much relieved at the news. He was going to stay with me until the ambulance got there. https://www.webmd.com/heart-disease/atrial-fibrillation/what-is-ventricular-tachycardia#1 The ambulance, lights blazing and siren blaring roared into he parking lot. Of course the fire engine and partrol cars had to tag along. They did their questionnaire and decided I had to get out of the car. I alerted them to the fact that was a problem since: 1) I could barely breath and 2) my legs were mush. They brought out the coolest tool- a semi rigid blanket. Somehow they worked it around me, I stood up and they laid me back in blanket and moved me to the gurney. In the blink of the eye. I have said on many occasion in the last two years – I will take a med tech instead of some doctors. These people that work the for Mayo Clinic Ambulance are AWESOME. If you don’t have a primary doctor eligible to work in the hospital (my primary is a VA doctor) you don’t get a specialist. You get a hospitalist. “Their” opinion of why I had so much chest pain was: The upper chamber of my heart emptied into my lower chamber before it had emptied. Okay? Solution? They gave me some pills to slow down my heart rate. I had three more of those attacks. I wasn’t expecting anything different when I went to the emergency room on my birthday November 14. That was the day I died. ---------- TRYING OUT MY NEW DEBFIBRILLATOR: Two images……. The power supply was implanted under my armpit and the wires were plugged into my heart. It was implanted on November 16, 2018. January and February were good – no new attacks. The pills are working! The defib hadn’t gone off. March - a little one. Another pill to take. April was good – Whoohooo! Better living thru Chemistry! October “DAMN!” That hurt. What the hell!!! If I had been standing I would have been on my butt! ER TIME – Ambulance was called. NOW thoughts were dancing in my head and not sugarplums either.. The roads – especially the freeway in Duluth MN is enough to jostle every brain cell out of you. Laying on your back on gurney. In an ambulance. Rocky back and forth, and bouncing up and down. I wrote a nasty email to the mayor once I was settled into my room.(My wife says I am too negative and mean to people. I guess I don’t understand her question.) I suggested to the mayor that she have the guy in charge of street repairs try riding in an ambulance on his streets. Ambulance tech shaking and shoving a needle into an artery. The ambulance techs has to prep you so if needed IV intervention as soon as you get to the ER you are ready to go. I have had techs give me better IVs than nurses – By Far. The ABSOLUTE WORST! IV’s are the ones they put on the top of your hand. They hurt for weeks afterwards. The ABSOLUTE worst IV? An ER doctor. Tried putting it in my hand three times. Three times. I told him to put it in the crook of my elbow. My artery jumps right out of my skin there. “No. It will pull out.” I wake up in my room. The IV is stuck in the crook of my arm! TO FINISH THE STORY This was the absolute pain every. For one and a half hours! To the hospital I holler. In the ER I holler. By now I am screaming at the top of my lungs. An electric elephant was sitting on my chest and doing the tango. I learned later that my heart rate was 228 instead of the normal rate is 100 – 150. I had VT – Ventricular Tachycardia. Translated it means means pain from hell. This particular grey, gloomy day went on for one and one half hours! God I hurt. I screamed, I swore, and I kicked. “ What the heck happened?” I asked the ER doctor. I later realized they aren’t going to tell you anything. Nothin’ The regular doctor probably would have a fit if the ER doctor told me something that disagreed with what the regular wanted to say. The ER doctors are too busy to answer questions anyway. Well, I survived so I was happy. But that HURT! Made it past that most unlucky day – my birthday. November – FOURTH WEEK It’s back. And with a vengeance. One shock upon another. The nasty thing is – if it has to shock you twice – Yup you guessed it. They second one is a lot stronger than the first. The doctor came down and presented a proposal. He was going home for Christmas. He would go to his Alma Mater and talk with his professors. They might even suggest that I go to their facility for a procedure. (Geez a choice of U of Pitt or Loyola, which should I choose?) One more blast right after Christmas dang I hope the doctor is back soon! JANUARY 2020 The new year. Here it is-- - the ninth. Two! A double whammy. One right after the other. Ambulance is on the way. Much too cold to have my wife drive. In the morning of all the crazy things. OK folks. I am not leaving here until this thing gets fixed! Dammit! Well I had to wait for quite awhile. Finally the doctor showed up. He doesn’t have time to do it this week. But, the soft spoken doctor that saved me when I was in ER he would take the old defibrillator out. This guy with the spiky blond hair would do the ablation on Friday – his day off. First I had to have an MRI. Have you ever had an MRI? The technicians lay you on a table that is about 6 inches wide and that brings you into the guts of this huge drum. It makes noise. LOUD Noise. Rattle, bang, BANG, shimmy. My goodness you could go deaf listening to the tunes it plays. The real nasty about the MRI – it is NARROW. I am not a small guy. My shoulders are squished, my elbow rubs on the drum as it rotates. Elbows get carpet burns. But I made it thru the claustrophobia. MRI is done and I’m whisked off to another room. Lots of hustle and bustle as the guys strap me in and hook me up to tubes. I sure hope they remember how to get me out of here. They work so fast! All of sudden I’m not there anymore. The doctor, an electrophysiologist, tells me he hasn’t been able to make my heart fail. Huh? I’m still under the influence. “I can’t make it stop. The ablation worked. I dug around a bit, pulled something out. You don’t need to wear a defibrillator anymore.” WOW. Was that great news! No more jolts followed by searing pain. Got off the table. Got dressed. Met my wife at the main door. I haven’t looked back. 1604

A New Day Dawned

A doctor came to see me and we discussed implanting a defibrillator so if my heart stopped again, the defibrillator would restart it.

It seemed like a smart thing to do – implant the defibber or whatever it was.

My concern was running the lines outside of my body into my heart.

I suffer from a leg infection “cellulitis” due to my diabetes.

The opportunity for transmitting that infection from my legs to my heart seemed pretty scary if there was a line running outside my body.

I had been feeling ugly all day. In the evening my wife took me to the emergency room. On November 14, 2018, I died. If you are going to die, a hospital is probably the best place to do it. Of course, I don’t remember. --------- The ONLY thing I do remember is PAIN! I remember flying up from the ER table and that is all. I was told I couldn’t possibly remember. Well, they weren’t there. Oh yeah, they were there. But they don’t know. I know. A NEW DAY DAWNED. A doctor came to see me and we discussed implanting a defibrillator so if my heart stopped again, the defibrillator would restart it. It seemed like a smart thing to do – implant the defibber or whatever it was. My concern was running the lines outside of my body into my heart. I suffer from a leg infection “cellulitis” due to my diabetes. The opportunity for transmitting that infection from my legs to my heart seemed pretty scary if there was a line running outside my body. --------- As I sit here typing this I have a huge gob of skin is missing on my left leg. It slid off the other night. I’ve been to the doctor, the ER and the Wound Clinic. But they can’t put Humpty together again. Cellulitis is caused by fluid build-up between the layers of skin. Bacteria love the warm fluid and quickly cause an infection. The infection causes the skin to blister. Blistered skin means a day later it sloughs off. And now it is raw meat. HURTS! ------ The doctor agreed. He recommended an internal device. On a scale of 1 to 10 for awesome decisionmaking this was a -0. This is the rest of the story. On a Friday afternoon in October my bride and I were in the car mosying up and down the boulevard, when I COULDN’T BREATHE. This is not a good thing. I said “to the hospital, NOW!” She knew we were closer to a clinic than the hospital so she zipped the few blocks to the clinic. I asked her to get a nurse and a wheelchair. I may not have said those exact words since an electric elephant was pounding my chest. (The pink battery bunny? Only much bigger.) I was screaming at the top of my lungs. It hurt so bad! She came out with a big guy who said he had worked in the ER. I was much relieved at the news. He was going to stay with me until the ambulance got there. https://www.webmd.com/heart-disease/atrial-fibrillation/what-is-ventricular-tachycardia#1 The ambulance, lights blazing and siren blaring roared into he parking lot. Of course the fire engine and partrol cars had to tag along. They did their questionnaire and decided I had to get out of the car. I alerted them to the fact that was a problem since: 1) I could barely breath and 2) my legs were mush. They brought out the coolest tool- a semi rigid blanket. Somehow they worked it around me, I stood up and they laid me back in blanket and moved me to the gurney. In the blink of the eye. I have said on many occasion in the last two years – I will take a med tech instead of some doctors. These people that work the for Mayo Clinic Ambulance are AWESOME. If you don’t have a primary doctor eligible to work in the hospital (my primary is a VA doctor) you don’t get a specialist. You get a hospitalist. “Their” opinion of why I had so much chest pain was: The upper chamber of my heart emptied into my lower chamber before it had emptied. Okay? Solution? They gave me some pills to slow down my heart rate. I had three more of those attacks. I wasn’t expecting anything different when I went to the emergency room on my birthday November 14. That was the day I died. ---------- TRYING OUT MY NEW DEBFIBRILLATOR: Two images……. The power supply was implanted under my armpit and the wires were plugged into my heart. It was implanted on November 16, 2018. January and February were good – no new attacks. The pills are working! The defib hadn’t gone off. March - a little one. Another pill to take. April was good – Whoohooo! Better living thru Chemistry! October “DAMN!” That hurt. What the hell!!! If I had been standing I would have been on my butt! ER TIME – Ambulance was called. NOW thoughts were dancing in my head and not sugarplums either.. The roads – especially the freeway in Duluth MN is enough to jostle every brain cell out of you. Laying on your back on gurney. In an ambulance. Rocky back and forth, and bouncing up and down. I wrote a nasty email to the mayor once I was settled into my room.(My wife says I am too negative and mean to people. I guess I don’t understand her question.) I suggested to the mayor that she have the guy in charge of street repairs try riding in an ambulance on his streets. Ambulance tech shaking and shoving a needle into an artery. The ambulance techs has to prep you so if needed IV intervention as soon as you get to the ER you are ready to go. I have had techs give me better IVs than nurses – By Far. The ABSOLUTE WORST! IV’s are the ones they put on the top of your hand. They hurt for weeks afterwards. The ABSOLUTE worst IV? An ER doctor. Tried putting it in my hand three times. Three times. I told him to put it in the crook of my elbow. My artery jumps right out of my skin there. “No. It will pull out.” I wake up in my room. The IV is stuck in the crook of my arm! TO FINISH THE STORY This was the absolute pain every. For one and a half hours! To the hospital I holler. In the ER I holler. By now I am screaming at the top of my lungs. An electric elephant was sitting on my chest and doing the tango. I learned later that my heart rate was 228 instead of the normal rate is 100 – 150. I had VT – Ventricular Tachycardia. Translated it means means pain from hell. This particular grey, gloomy day went on for one and one half hours! God I hurt. I screamed, I swore, and I kicked. “ What the heck happened?” I asked the ER doctor. I later realized they aren’t going to tell you anything. Nothin’ The regular doctor probably would have a fit if the ER doctor told me something that disagreed with what the regular wanted to say. The ER doctors are too busy to answer questions anyway. Well, I survived so I was happy. But that HURT! Made it past that most unlucky day – my birthday. November – FOURTH WEEK It’s back. And with a vengeance. One shock upon another. The nasty thing is – if it has to shock you twice – Yup you guessed it. They second one is a lot stronger than the first. The doctor came down and presented a proposal. He was going home for Christmas. He would go to his Alma Mater and talk with his professors. They might even suggest that I go to their facility for a procedure. (Geez a choice of U of Pitt or Loyola, which should I choose?) One more blast right after Christmas dang I hope the doctor is back soon! JANUARY 2020 The new year. Here it is-- - the ninth. Two! A double whammy. One right after the other. Ambulance is on the way. Much too cold to have my wife drive. In the morning of all the crazy things. OK folks. I am not leaving here until this thing gets fixed! Dammit! Well I had to wait for quite awhile. Finally the doctor showed up. He doesn’t have time to do it this week. But, the soft spoken doctor that saved me when I was in ER he would take the old defibrillator out. This guy with the spiky blond hair would do the ablation on Friday – his day off. First I had to have an MRI. Have you ever had an MRI? The technicians lay you on a table that is about 6 inches wide and that brings you into the guts of this huge drum. It makes noise. LOUD Noise. Rattle, bang, BANG, shimmy. My goodness you could go deaf listening to the tunes it plays. The real nasty about the MRI – it is NARROW. I am not a small guy. My shoulders are squished, my elbow rubs on the drum as it rotates. Elbows get carpet burns. But I made it thru the claustrophobia. MRI is done and I’m whisked off to another room. Lots of hustle and bustle as the guys strap me in and hook me up to tubes. I sure hope they remember how to get me out of here. They work so fast! All of sudden I’m not there anymore. The doctor, an electrophysiologist, tells me he hasn’t been able to make my heart fail. Huh? I’m still under the influence. “I can’t make it stop. The ablation worked. I dug around a bit, pulled something out. You don’t need to wear a defibrillator anymore.” WOW. Was that great news! No more jolts followed by searing pain. Got off the table. Got dressed. Met my wife at the main door. I haven’t looked back. 1604

As I sit here typing this I have a huge gob of skin missing on my left leg.

It slid off the other night. I’ve been to the doctor, the ER, and

the Wound Clinic. But they can’t put Humpty together again.

I had been feeling ugly all day. In the evening my wife took me to the emergency room. On November 14, 2018, I died. If you are going to die, a hospital is probably the best place to do it. Of course, I don’t remember. --------- The ONLY thing I do remember is PAIN! I remember flying up from the ER table and that is all. I was told I couldn’t possibly remember. Well, they weren’t there. Oh yeah, they were there. But they don’t know. I know. A NEW DAY DAWNED. A doctor came to see me and we discussed implanting a defibrillator so if my heart stopped again, the defibrillator would restart it. It seemed like a smart thing to do – implant the defibber or whatever it was. My concern was running the lines outside of my body into my heart. I suffer from a leg infection “cellulitis” due to my diabetes. The opportunity for transmitting that infection from my legs to my heart seemed pretty scary if there was a line running outside my body. --------- As I sit here typing this I have a huge gob of skin is missing on my left leg. It slid off the other night. I’ve been to the doctor, the ER and the Wound Clinic. But they can’t put Humpty together again. Cellulitis is caused by fluid build-up between the layers of skin. Bacteria love the warm fluid and quickly cause an infection. The infection causes the skin to blister. Blistered skin means a day later it sloughs off. And now it is raw meat. HURTS! ------ The doctor agreed. He recommended an internal device. On a scale of 1 to 10 for awesome decisionmaking this was a -0. This is the rest of the story. On a Friday afternoon in October my bride and I were in the car mosying up and down the boulevard, when I COULDN’T BREATHE. This is not a good thing. I said “to the hospital, NOW!” She knew we were closer to a clinic than the hospital so she zipped the few blocks to the clinic. I asked her to get a nurse and a wheelchair. I may not have said those exact words since an electric elephant was pounding my chest. (The pink battery bunny? Only much bigger.) I was screaming at the top of my lungs. It hurt so bad! She came out with a big guy who said he had worked in the ER. I was much relieved at the news. He was going to stay with me until the ambulance got there. https://www.webmd.com/heart-disease/atrial-fibrillation/what-is-ventricular-tachycardia#1 The ambulance, lights blazing and siren blaring roared into he parking lot. Of course the fire engine and partrol cars had to tag along. They did their questionnaire and decided I had to get out of the car. I alerted them to the fact that was a problem since: 1) I could barely breath and 2) my legs were mush. They brought out the coolest tool- a semi rigid blanket. Somehow they worked it around me, I stood up and they laid me back in blanket and moved me to the gurney. In the blink of the eye. I have said on many occasion in the last two years – I will take a med tech instead of some doctors. These people that work the for Mayo Clinic Ambulance are AWESOME. If you don’t have a primary doctor eligible to work in the hospital (my primary is a VA doctor) you don’t get a specialist. You get a hospitalist. “Their” opinion of why I had so much chest pain was: The upper chamber of my heart emptied into my lower chamber before it had emptied. Okay? Solution? They gave me some pills to slow down my heart rate. I had three more of those attacks. I wasn’t expecting anything different when I went to the emergency room on my birthday November 14. That was the day I died. ---------- TRYING OUT MY NEW DEBFIBRILLATOR: Two images……. The power supply was implanted under my armpit and the wires were plugged into my heart. It was implanted on November 16, 2018. January and February were good – no new attacks. The pills are working! The defib hadn’t gone off. March - a little one. Another pill to take. April was good – Whoohooo! Better living thru Chemistry! October “DAMN!” That hurt. What the hell!!! If I had been standing I would have been on my butt! ER TIME – Ambulance was called. NOW thoughts were dancing in my head and not sugarplums either.. The roads – especially the freeway in Duluth MN is enough to jostle every brain cell out of you. Laying on your back on gurney. In an ambulance. Rocky back and forth, and bouncing up and down. I wrote a nasty email to the mayor once I was settled into my room.(My wife says I am too negative and mean to people. I guess I don’t understand her question.) I suggested to the mayor that she have the guy in charge of street repairs try riding in an ambulance on his streets. Ambulance tech shaking and shoving a needle into an artery. The ambulance techs has to prep you so if needed IV intervention as soon as you get to the ER you are ready to go. I have had techs give me better IVs than nurses – By Far. The ABSOLUTE WORST! IV’s are the ones they put on the top of your hand. They hurt for weeks afterwards. The ABSOLUTE worst IV? An ER doctor. Tried putting it in my hand three times. Three times. I told him to put it in the crook of my elbow. My artery jumps right out of my skin there. “No. It will pull out.” I wake up in my room. The IV is stuck in the crook of my arm! TO FINISH THE STORY This was the absolute pain every. For one and a half hours! To the hospital I holler. In the ER I holler. By now I am screaming at the top of my lungs. An electric elephant was sitting on my chest and doing the tango. I learned later that my heart rate was 228 instead of the normal rate is 100 – 150. I had VT – Ventricular Tachycardia. Translated it means means pain from hell. This particular grey, gloomy day went on for one and one half hours! God I hurt. I screamed, I swore, and I kicked. “ What the heck happened?” I asked the ER doctor. I later realized they aren’t going to tell you anything. Nothin’ The regular doctor probably would have a fit if the ER doctor told me something that disagreed with what the regular wanted to say. The ER doctors are too busy to answer questions anyway. Well, I survived so I was happy. But that HURT! Made it past that most unlucky day – my birthday. November – FOURTH WEEK It’s back. And with a vengeance. One shock upon another. The nasty thing is – if it has to shock you twice – Yup you guessed it. They second one is a lot stronger than the first. The doctor came down and presented a proposal. He was going home for Christmas. He would go to his Alma Mater and talk with his professors. They might even suggest that I go to their facility for a procedure. (Geez a choice of U of Pitt or Loyola, which should I choose?) One more blast right after Christmas dang I hope the doctor is back soon! JANUARY 2020 The new year. Here it is-- - the ninth. Two! A double whammy. One right after the other. Ambulance is on the way. Much too cold to have my wife drive. In the morning of all the crazy things. OK folks. I am not leaving here until this thing gets fixed! Dammit! Well I had to wait for quite awhile. Finally the doctor showed up. He doesn’t have time to do it this week. But, the soft spoken doctor that saved me when I was in ER he would take the old defibrillator out. This guy with the spiky blond hair would do the ablation on Friday – his day off. First I had to have an MRI. Have you ever had an MRI? The technicians lay you on a table that is about 6 inches wide and that brings you into the guts of this huge drum. It makes noise. LOUD Noise. Rattle, bang, BANG, shimmy. My goodness you could go deaf listening to the tunes it plays. The real nasty about the MRI – it is NARROW. I am not a small guy. My shoulders are squished, my elbow rubs on the drum as it rotates. Elbows get carpet burns. But I made it thru the claustrophobia. MRI is done and I’m whisked off to another room. Lots of hustle and bustle as the guys strap me in and hook me up to tubes. I sure hope they remember how to get me out of here. They work so fast! All of sudden I’m not there anymore. The doctor, an electrophysiologist, tells me he hasn’t been able to make my heart fail. Huh? I’m still under the influence. “I can’t make it stop. The ablation worked. I dug around a bit, pulled something out. You don’t need to wear a defibrillator anymore.” WOW. Was that great news! No more jolts followed by searing pain. Got off the table. Got dressed. Met my wife at the main door. I haven’t looked back. 1604

Cellulitis is caused by fluid build-up between the layers of skin.

Bacteria love the warm fluid and quickly cause an infection.

The infection causes the skin to blister.

Blistered skin means a day later it sloughs off. And now it is raw meat. HURTS!

I had been feeling ugly all day. In the evening my wife took me to the emergency room. On November 14, 2018, I died. If you are going to die, a hospital is probably the best place to do it. Of course, I don’t remember. --------- The ONLY thing I do remember is PAIN! I remember flying up from the ER table and that is all. I was told I couldn’t possibly remember. Well, they weren’t there. Oh yeah, they were there. But they don’t know. I know. A NEW DAY DAWNED. A doctor came to see me and we discussed implanting a defibrillator so if my heart stopped again, the defibrillator would restart it. It seemed like a smart thing to do – implant the defibber or whatever it was. My concern was running the lines outside of my body into my heart. I suffer from a leg infection “cellulitis” due to my diabetes. The opportunity for transmitting that infection from my legs to my heart seemed pretty scary if there was a line running outside my body. --------- As I sit here typing this I have a huge gob of skin is missing on my left leg. It slid off the other night. I’ve been to the doctor, the ER and the Wound Clinic. But they can’t put Humpty together again. Cellulitis is caused by fluid build-up between the layers of skin. Bacteria love the warm fluid and quickly cause an infection. The infection causes the skin to blister. Blistered skin means a day later it sloughs off. And now it is raw meat. HURTS! ------ The doctor agreed. He recommended an internal device. On a scale of 1 to 10 for awesome decisionmaking this was a -0. This is the rest of the story. On a Friday afternoon in October my bride and I were in the car mosying up and down the boulevard, when I COULDN’T BREATHE. This is not a good thing. I said “to the hospital, NOW!” She knew we were closer to a clinic than the hospital so she zipped the few blocks to the clinic. I asked her to get a nurse and a wheelchair. I may not have said those exact words since an electric elephant was pounding my chest. (The pink battery bunny? Only much bigger.) I was screaming at the top of my lungs. It hurt so bad! She came out with a big guy who said he had worked in the ER. I was much relieved at the news. He was going to stay with me until the ambulance got there. https://www.webmd.com/heart-disease/atrial-fibrillation/what-is-ventricular-tachycardia#1 The ambulance, lights blazing and siren blaring roared into he parking lot. Of course the fire engine and partrol cars had to tag along. They did their questionnaire and decided I had to get out of the car. I alerted them to the fact that was a problem since: 1) I could barely breath and 2) my legs were mush. They brought out the coolest tool- a semi rigid blanket. Somehow they worked it around me, I stood up and they laid me back in blanket and moved me to the gurney. In the blink of the eye. I have said on many occasion in the last two years – I will take a med tech instead of some doctors. These people that work the for Mayo Clinic Ambulance are AWESOME. If you don’t have a primary doctor eligible to work in the hospital (my primary is a VA doctor) you don’t get a specialist. You get a hospitalist. “Their” opinion of why I had so much chest pain was: The upper chamber of my heart emptied into my lower chamber before it had emptied. Okay? Solution? They gave me some pills to slow down my heart rate. I had three more of those attacks. I wasn’t expecting anything different when I went to the emergency room on my birthday November 14. That was the day I died. ---------- TRYING OUT MY NEW DEBFIBRILLATOR: Two images……. The power supply was implanted under my armpit and the wires were plugged into my heart. It was implanted on November 16, 2018. January and February were good – no new attacks. The pills are working! The defib hadn’t gone off. March - a little one. Another pill to take. April was good – Whoohooo! Better living thru Chemistry! October “DAMN!” That hurt. What the hell!!! If I had been standing I would have been on my butt! ER TIME – Ambulance was called. NOW thoughts were dancing in my head and not sugarplums either.. The roads – especially the freeway in Duluth MN is enough to jostle every brain cell out of you. Laying on your back on gurney. In an ambulance. Rocky back and forth, and bouncing up and down. I wrote a nasty email to the mayor once I was settled into my room.(My wife says I am too negative and mean to people. I guess I don’t understand her question.) I suggested to the mayor that she have the guy in charge of street repairs try riding in an ambulance on his streets. Ambulance tech shaking and shoving a needle into an artery. The ambulance techs has to prep you so if needed IV intervention as soon as you get to the ER you are ready to go. I have had techs give me better IVs than nurses – By Far. The ABSOLUTE WORST! IV’s are the ones they put on the top of your hand. They hurt for weeks afterwards. The ABSOLUTE worst IV? An ER doctor. Tried putting it in my hand three times. Three times. I told him to put it in the crook of my elbow. My artery jumps right out of my skin there. “No. It will pull out.” I wake up in my room. The IV is stuck in the crook of my arm! TO FINISH THE STORY This was the absolute pain every. For one and a half hours! To the hospital I holler. In the ER I holler. By now I am screaming at the top of my lungs. An electric elephant was sitting on my chest and doing the tango. I learned later that my heart rate was 228 instead of the normal rate is 100 – 150. I had VT – Ventricular Tachycardia. Translated it means means pain from hell. This particular grey, gloomy day went on for one and one half hours! God I hurt. I screamed, I swore, and I kicked. “ What the heck happened?” I asked the ER doctor. I later realized they aren’t going to tell you anything. Nothin’ The regular doctor probably would have a fit if the ER doctor told me something that disagreed with what the regular wanted to say. The ER doctors are too busy to answer questions anyway. Well, I survived so I was happy. But that HURT! Made it past that most unlucky day – my birthday. November – FOURTH WEEK It’s back. And with a vengeance. One shock upon another. The nasty thing is – if it has to shock you twice – Yup you guessed it. They second one is a lot stronger than the first. The doctor came down and presented a proposal. He was going home for Christmas. He would go to his Alma Mater and talk with his professors. They might even suggest that I go to their facility for a procedure. (Geez a choice of U of Pitt or Loyola, which should I choose?) One more blast right after Christmas dang I hope the doctor is back soon! JANUARY 2020 The new year. Here it is-- - the ninth. Two! A double whammy. One right after the other. Ambulance is on the way. Much too cold to have my wife drive. In the morning of all the crazy things. OK folks. I am not leaving here until this thing gets fixed! Dammit! Well I had to wait for quite awhile. Finally the doctor showed up. He doesn’t have time to do it this week. But, the soft spoken doctor that saved me when I was in ER he would take the old defibrillator out. This guy with the spiky blond hair would do the ablation on Friday – his day off. First I had to have an MRI. Have you ever had an MRI? The technicians lay you on a table that is about 6 inches wide and that brings you into the guts of this huge drum. It makes noise. LOUD Noise. Rattle, bang, BANG, shimmy. My goodness you could go deaf listening to the tunes it plays. The real nasty about the MRI – it is NARROW. I am not a small guy. My shoulders are squished, my elbow rubs on the drum as it rotates. Elbows get carpet burns. But I made it thru the claustrophobia. MRI is done and I’m whisked off to another room. Lots of hustle and bustle as the guys strap me in and hook me up to tubes. I sure hope they remember how to get me out of here. They work so fast! All of sudden I’m not there anymore. The doctor, an electrophysiologist, tells me he hasn’t been able to make my heart fail. Huh? I’m still under the influence. “I can’t make it stop. The ablation worked. I dug around a bit, pulled something out. You don’t need to wear a defibrillator anymore.” WOW. Was that great news! No more jolts followed by searing pain. Got off the table. Got dressed. Met my wife at the main door. I haven’t looked back. 1604

The doctor agreed. He recommended an internal device.

On a scale of 1 to 10 for awesome decisionmaking, this was a -0.

This is the rest of the story.

On a Friday afternoon in October, my bride and I were in the

car mosying up and down the boulevard when I COULDN’T

BREATHE.

This is not a good thing.

I said, “to the hospital, NOW!”

She knew we were closer to a clinic than the hospital so she

zipped the few blocks to the clinic.

I asked her to get a nurse and a wheelchair.

I may not have said those exact words since an electric elephant was pounding my chest. (The pink battery bunny? Only much bigger.)

I was screaming at the top of my lungs.

It hurt so bad!

She came out with a big guy who said he had worked in the ER.

I was much relieved at the news. He was going to stay with me

until the ambulance got there.

https://www.webmd.com/heart-disease/atrial-fibrillation/what-is-ventricular-tachycardia#1

The ambulance, lights blazing and siren blaring roared into the parking

lot.

Of course, the fire engine and patrol cars had to tag along.

They did their questionnaire and decided I had to get out of the

car.

I alerted them to the fact that was a problem since:

1) I could barely breathe and 2) my legs were mush.

They brought out the coolest tool- a semi-rigid blanket.

 Somehow they worked it around me, I stood up and they laid

me back on the blanket and moved me to the gurney. In the blink of the eye.

I have said on many occasions in the last two years – I will take a med-tech instead of some doctors. These people that work for Mayo Clinic Ambulance are AWESOME!

I had been feeling ugly all day. In the evening my wife took me to the emergency room. On November 14, 2018, I died. If you are going to die, a hospital is probably the best place to do it. Of course, I don’t remember. --------- The ONLY thing I do remember is PAIN! I remember flying up from the ER table and that is all. I was told I couldn’t possibly remember. Well, they weren’t there. Oh yeah, they were there. But they don’t know. I know. A NEW DAY DAWNED. A doctor came to see me and we discussed implanting a defibrillator so if my heart stopped again, the defibrillator would restart it. It seemed like a smart thing to do – implant the defibber or whatever it was. My concern was running the lines outside of my body into my heart. I suffer from a leg infection “cellulitis” due to my diabetes. The opportunity for transmitting that infection from my legs to my heart seemed pretty scary if there was a line running outside my body. --------- As I sit here typing this I have a huge gob of skin is missing on my left leg. It slid off the other night. I’ve been to the doctor, the ER and the Wound Clinic. But they can’t put Humpty together again. Cellulitis is caused by fluid build-up between the layers of skin. Bacteria love the warm fluid and quickly cause an infection. The infection causes the skin to blister. Blistered skin means a day later it sloughs off. And now it is raw meat. HURTS! ------ The doctor agreed. He recommended an internal device. On a scale of 1 to 10 for awesome decisionmaking this was a -0. This is the rest of the story. On a Friday afternoon in October my bride and I were in the car mosying up and down the boulevard, when I COULDN’T BREATHE. This is not a good thing. I said “to the hospital, NOW!” She knew we were closer to a clinic than the hospital so she zipped the few blocks to the clinic. I asked her to get a nurse and a wheelchair. I may not have said those exact words since an electric elephant was pounding my chest. (The pink battery bunny? Only much bigger.) I was screaming at the top of my lungs. It hurt so bad! She came out with a big guy who said he had worked in the ER. I was much relieved at the news. He was going to stay with me until the ambulance got there. https://www.webmd.com/heart-disease/atrial-fibrillation/what-is-ventricular-tachycardia#1 The ambulance, lights blazing and siren blaring roared into he parking lot. Of course the fire engine and partrol cars had to tag along. They did their questionnaire and decided I had to get out of the car. I alerted them to the fact that was a problem since: 1) I could barely breath and 2) my legs were mush. They brought out the coolest tool- a semi rigid blanket. Somehow they worked it around me, I stood up and they laid me back in blanket and moved me to the gurney. In the blink of the eye. I have said on many occasion in the last two years – I will take a med tech instead of some doctors. These people that work the for Mayo Clinic Ambulance are AWESOME. If you don’t have a primary doctor eligible to work in the hospital (my primary is a VA doctor) you don’t get a specialist. You get a hospitalist. “Their” opinion of why I had so much chest pain was: The upper chamber of my heart emptied into my lower chamber before it had emptied. Okay? Solution? They gave me some pills to slow down my heart rate. I had three more of those attacks. I wasn’t expecting anything different when I went to the emergency room on my birthday November 14. That was the day I died. ---------- TRYING OUT MY NEW DEBFIBRILLATOR: Two images……. The power supply was implanted under my armpit and the wires were plugged into my heart. It was implanted on November 16, 2018. January and February were good – no new attacks. The pills are working! The defib hadn’t gone off. March - a little one. Another pill to take. April was good – Whoohooo! Better living thru Chemistry! October “DAMN!” That hurt. What the hell!!! If I had been standing I would have been on my butt! ER TIME – Ambulance was called. NOW thoughts were dancing in my head and not sugarplums either.. The roads – especially the freeway in Duluth MN is enough to jostle every brain cell out of you. Laying on your back on gurney. In an ambulance. Rocky back and forth, and bouncing up and down. I wrote a nasty email to the mayor once I was settled into my room.(My wife says I am too negative and mean to people. I guess I don’t understand her question.) I suggested to the mayor that she have the guy in charge of street repairs try riding in an ambulance on his streets. Ambulance tech shaking and shoving a needle into an artery. The ambulance techs has to prep you so if needed IV intervention as soon as you get to the ER you are ready to go. I have had techs give me better IVs than nurses – By Far. The ABSOLUTE WORST! IV’s are the ones they put on the top of your hand. They hurt for weeks afterwards. The ABSOLUTE worst IV? An ER doctor. Tried putting it in my hand three times. Three times. I told him to put it in the crook of my elbow. My artery jumps right out of my skin there. “No. It will pull out.” I wake up in my room. The IV is stuck in the crook of my arm! TO FINISH THE STORY This was the absolute pain every. For one and a half hours! To the hospital I holler. In the ER I holler. By now I am screaming at the top of my lungs. An electric elephant was sitting on my chest and doing the tango. I learned later that my heart rate was 228 instead of the normal rate is 100 – 150. I had VT – Ventricular Tachycardia. Translated it means means pain from hell. This particular grey, gloomy day went on for one and one half hours! God I hurt. I screamed, I swore, and I kicked. “ What the heck happened?” I asked the ER doctor. I later realized they aren’t going to tell you anything. Nothin’ The regular doctor probably would have a fit if the ER doctor told me something that disagreed with what the regular wanted to say. The ER doctors are too busy to answer questions anyway. Well, I survived so I was happy. But that HURT! Made it past that most unlucky day – my birthday. November – FOURTH WEEK It’s back. And with a vengeance. One shock upon another. The nasty thing is – if it has to shock you twice – Yup you guessed it. They second one is a lot stronger than the first. The doctor came down and presented a proposal. He was going home for Christmas. He would go to his Alma Mater and talk with his professors. They might even suggest that I go to their facility for a procedure. (Geez a choice of U of Pitt or Loyola, which should I choose?) One more blast right after Christmas dang I hope the doctor is back soon! JANUARY 2020 The new year. Here it is-- - the ninth. Two! A double whammy. One right after the other. Ambulance is on the way. Much too cold to have my wife drive. In the morning of all the crazy things. OK folks. I am not leaving here until this thing gets fixed! Dammit! Well I had to wait for quite awhile. Finally the doctor showed up. He doesn’t have time to do it this week. But, the soft spoken doctor that saved me when I was in ER he would take the old defibrillator out. This guy with the spiky blond hair would do the ablation on Friday – his day off. First I had to have an MRI. Have you ever had an MRI? The technicians lay you on a table that is about 6 inches wide and that brings you into the guts of this huge drum. It makes noise. LOUD Noise. Rattle, bang, BANG, shimmy. My goodness you could go deaf listening to the tunes it plays. The real nasty about the MRI – it is NARROW. I am not a small guy. My shoulders are squished, my elbow rubs on the drum as it rotates. Elbows get carpet burns. But I made it thru the claustrophobia. MRI is done and I’m whisked off to another room. Lots of hustle and bustle as the guys strap me in and hook me up to tubes. I sure hope they remember how to get me out of here. They work so fast! All of sudden I’m not there anymore. The doctor, an electrophysiologist, tells me he hasn’t been able to make my heart fail. Huh? I’m still under the influence. “I can’t make it stop. The ablation worked. I dug around a bit, pulled something out. You don’t need to wear a defibrillator anymore.” WOW. Was that great news! No more jolts followed by searing pain. Got off the table. Got dressed. Met my wife at the main door. I haven’t looked back. 1604

If you don’t have a primary doctor eligible to work in the hospital (my primary is a VA doctor) you don’t get a specialist. You get a hospitalist.

“His” opinion of why I had so much chest pain was: The upper chamber of my heart emptied into my lower chamber before the lower chamber had emptied.

Okay?

Solution?

They gave me some pills to slow down my heart rate.

I had three more of those attacks.

I wasn’t expecting anything different when I went to the emergency room on my birthday November 14.

That was the day I died.

I had been feeling ugly all day. In the evening my wife took me to the emergency room. On November 14, 2018, I died. If you are going to die, a hospital is probably the best place to do it. Of course, I don’t remember. --------- The ONLY thing I do remember is PAIN! I remember flying up from the ER table and that is all. I was told I couldn’t possibly remember. Well, they weren’t there. Oh yeah, they were there. But they don’t know. I know. A NEW DAY DAWNED. A doctor came to see me and we discussed implanting a defibrillator so if my heart stopped again, the defibrillator would restart it. It seemed like a smart thing to do – implant the defibber or whatever it was. My concern was running the lines outside of my body into my heart. I suffer from a leg infection “cellulitis” due to my diabetes. The opportunity for transmitting that infection from my legs to my heart seemed pretty scary if there was a line running outside my body. --------- As I sit here typing this I have a huge gob of skin is missing on my left leg. It slid off the other night. I’ve been to the doctor, the ER and the Wound Clinic. But they can’t put Humpty together again. Cellulitis is caused by fluid build-up between the layers of skin. Bacteria love the warm fluid and quickly cause an infection. The infection causes the skin to blister. Blistered skin means a day later it sloughs off. And now it is raw meat. HURTS! ------ The doctor agreed. He recommended an internal device. On a scale of 1 to 10 for awesome decisionmaking this was a -0. This is the rest of the story. On a Friday afternoon in October my bride and I were in the car mosying up and down the boulevard, when I COULDN’T BREATHE. This is not a good thing. I said “to the hospital, NOW!” She knew we were closer to a clinic than the hospital so she zipped the few blocks to the clinic. I asked her to get a nurse and a wheelchair. I may not have said those exact words since an electric elephant was pounding my chest. (The pink battery bunny? Only much bigger.) I was screaming at the top of my lungs. It hurt so bad! She came out with a big guy who said he had worked in the ER. I was much relieved at the news. He was going to stay with me until the ambulance got there. https://www.webmd.com/heart-disease/atrial-fibrillation/what-is-ventricular-tachycardia#1 The ambulance, lights blazing and siren blaring roared into he parking lot. Of course the fire engine and partrol cars had to tag along. They did their questionnaire and decided I had to get out of the car. I alerted them to the fact that was a problem since: 1) I could barely breath and 2) my legs were mush. They brought out the coolest tool- a semi rigid blanket. Somehow they worked it around me, I stood up and they laid me back in blanket and moved me to the gurney. In the blink of the eye. I have said on many occasion in the last two years – I will take a med tech instead of some doctors. These people that work the for Mayo Clinic Ambulance are AWESOME. If you don’t have a primary doctor eligible to work in the hospital (my primary is a VA doctor) you don’t get a specialist. You get a hospitalist. “Their” opinion of why I had so much chest pain was: The upper chamber of my heart emptied into my lower chamber before it had emptied. Okay? Solution? They gave me some pills to slow down my heart rate. I had three more of those attacks. I wasn’t expecting anything different when I went to the emergency room on my birthday November 14. That was the day I died. ---------- TRYING OUT MY NEW DEBFIBRILLATOR: Two images……. The power supply was implanted under my armpit and the wires were plugged into my heart. It was implanted on November 16, 2018. January and February were good – no new attacks. The pills are working! The defib hadn’t gone off. March - a little one. Another pill to take. April was good – Whoohooo! Better living thru Chemistry! October “DAMN!” That hurt. What the hell!!! If I had been standing I would have been on my butt! ER TIME – Ambulance was called. NOW thoughts were dancing in my head and not sugarplums either.. The roads – especially the freeway in Duluth MN is enough to jostle every brain cell out of you. Laying on your back on gurney. In an ambulance. Rocky back and forth, and bouncing up and down. I wrote a nasty email to the mayor once I was settled into my room.(My wife says I am too negative and mean to people. I guess I don’t understand her question.) I suggested to the mayor that she have the guy in charge of street repairs try riding in an ambulance on his streets. Ambulance tech shaking and shoving a needle into an artery. The ambulance techs has to prep you so if needed IV intervention as soon as you get to the ER you are ready to go. I have had techs give me better IVs than nurses – By Far. The ABSOLUTE WORST! IV’s are the ones they put on the top of your hand. They hurt for weeks afterwards. The ABSOLUTE worst IV? An ER doctor. Tried putting it in my hand three times. Three times. I told him to put it in the crook of my elbow. My artery jumps right out of my skin there. “No. It will pull out.” I wake up in my room. The IV is stuck in the crook of my arm! TO FINISH THE STORY This was the absolute pain every. For one and a half hours! To the hospital I holler. In the ER I holler. By now I am screaming at the top of my lungs. An electric elephant was sitting on my chest and doing the tango. I learned later that my heart rate was 228 instead of the normal rate is 100 – 150. I had VT – Ventricular Tachycardia. Translated it means means pain from hell. This particular grey, gloomy day went on for one and one half hours! God I hurt. I screamed, I swore, and I kicked. “ What the heck happened?” I asked the ER doctor. I later realized they aren’t going to tell you anything. Nothin’ The regular doctor probably would have a fit if the ER doctor told me something that disagreed with what the regular wanted to say. The ER doctors are too busy to answer questions anyway. Well, I survived so I was happy. But that HURT! Made it past that most unlucky day – my birthday. November – FOURTH WEEK It’s back. And with a vengeance. One shock upon another. The nasty thing is – if it has to shock you twice – Yup you guessed it. They second one is a lot stronger than the first. The doctor came down and presented a proposal. He was going home for Christmas. He would go to his Alma Mater and talk with his professors. They might even suggest that I go to their facility for a procedure. (Geez a choice of U of Pitt or Loyola, which should I choose?) One more blast right after Christmas dang I hope the doctor is back soon! JANUARY 2020 The new year. Here it is-- - the ninth. Two! A double whammy. One right after the other. Ambulance is on the way. Much too cold to have my wife drive. In the morning of all the crazy things. OK folks. I am not leaving here until this thing gets fixed! Dammit! Well I had to wait for quite awhile. Finally the doctor showed up. He doesn’t have time to do it this week. But, the soft spoken doctor that saved me when I was in ER he would take the old defibrillator out. This guy with the spiky blond hair would do the ablation on Friday – his day off. First I had to have an MRI. Have you ever had an MRI? The technicians lay you on a table that is about 6 inches wide and that brings you into the guts of this huge drum. It makes noise. LOUD Noise. Rattle, bang, BANG, shimmy. My goodness you could go deaf listening to the tunes it plays. The real nasty about the MRI – it is NARROW. I am not a small guy. My shoulders are squished, my elbow rubs on the drum as it rotates. Elbows get carpet burns. But I made it thru the claustrophobia. MRI is done and I’m whisked off to another room. Lots of hustle and bustle as the guys strap me in and hook me up to tubes. I sure hope they remember how to get me out of here. They work so fast! All of sudden I’m not there anymore. The doctor, an electrophysiologist, tells me he hasn’t been able to make my heart fail. Huh? I’m still under the influence. “I can’t make it stop. The ablation worked. I dug around a bit, pulled something out. You don’t need to wear a defibrillator anymore.” WOW. Was that great news! No more jolts followed by searing pain. Got off the table. Got dressed. Met my wife at the main door. I haven’t looked back. 1604

Trying out my shiny new defibrillator

The power supply was implanted under my armpit and the wires were plugged into my heart.

It was implanted on November 16, 2018.

January and February were good – no new attacks.

The pills are working!

The defib hadn’t gone off.

March  – a little one. Another pill to take.

April was good – Whoohooo! Better living thru Chemistry!

October “DAMN!” That hurt. What the hell!!!

If I had been standing I would have been on my butt!

ER Time

Ambulance was called.

NOW thoughts were dancing in my head and not of sugarplums either.. The roads – especially the freeway in Duluth MN is enough to jostle every brain cell out of you.

Laying on your back on gurney.

In an ambulance. Rocky back and forth, and bouncing up and down.

I wrote a nasty email to the mayor once I was settled into my room.(My wife says I am too negative and mean to people. I guess I don’t understand her question.) I suggested to the mayor that she have the guy in charge of street repairs try riding in an ambulance on his streets.

Ambulance tech shaking and shoving a needle into an artery.

The ambulance techs has to prep you so if needed IV intervention as soon as you get to the ER you are ready to go.

I have had techs give me better IVs than nurses – By Far.

The ABSOLUTE WORST! IV’s are the ones they put on the top of your hand. They hurt for weeks afterward.

The ABSOLUTE worst IV? An ER doctor. He tried putting it in my hand three times. Three times!

I told him to put it in the crook of my elbow. My artery jumps right out of my skin there.

“No. It will pull out.”

I wake up in my room.

The IV is stuck in the crook of my arm!

To Finish the Story

I was in absolute pain every. For one and a half hours!

To the hospital I hollered.

In the ER I hollered.

By now I am screaming at the top of my lungs. An electric elephant was sitting on my chest and doing the tango.

I learned later that my heart rate was 228 instead of the normal rate is  100  – 150.

I had VT –Ventricular Tachycardia. Translated it means pain from hell.

This particular grey, gloomy day went on for one and one-half hours!

God, I hurt. I screamed, I swore, and I kicked.

“ What the heck happened?” I asked the ER doctor.

I later realized they aren’t going to tell you anything. Nothin’

The regular doctor probably would have a fit if the ER doctor told me something that disagreed with what the regular wanted to say.

The ER doctors are too busy to answer questions anyway.

Well, I survived so I was happy. But that HURT!

Made it past that most unlucky day – my birthday.

November – FOURTH WEEK

It’s back. And with a vengeance.

One shock upon another. The nasty thing is – if it has to shock you twice – Yup you guessed it. The second one is a lot stronger than the first.

The doctor came down and presented a proposal.

He was going home for Christmas.

He would go to his Alma Mater and talk with his professors.

They might even suggest that I go to their facility for a procedure. (Geez a choice of U of Pitt or Loyola, which should I choose?)

One more blast right after Christmas dang I hope the doctor is back soon!

I had been feeling ugly all day. In the evening my wife took me to the emergency room. On November 14, 2018, I died. If you are going to die, a hospital is probably the best place to do it. Of course, I don’t remember. --------- The ONLY thing I do remember is PAIN! I remember flying up from the ER table and that is all. I was told I couldn’t possibly remember. Well, they weren’t there. Oh yeah, they were there. But they don’t know. I know. A NEW DAY DAWNED. A doctor came to see me and we discussed implanting a defibrillator so if my heart stopped again, the defibrillator would restart it. It seemed like a smart thing to do – implant the defibber or whatever it was. My concern was running the lines outside of my body into my heart. I suffer from a leg infection “cellulitis” due to my diabetes. The opportunity for transmitting that infection from my legs to my heart seemed pretty scary if there was a line running outside my body. --------- As I sit here typing this I have a huge gob of skin is missing on my left leg. It slid off the other night. I’ve been to the doctor, the ER and the Wound Clinic. But they can’t put Humpty together again. Cellulitis is caused by fluid build-up between the layers of skin. Bacteria love the warm fluid and quickly cause an infection. The infection causes the skin to blister. Blistered skin means a day later it sloughs off. And now it is raw meat. HURTS! ------ The doctor agreed. He recommended an internal device. On a scale of 1 to 10 for awesome decisionmaking this was a -0. This is the rest of the story. On a Friday afternoon in October my bride and I were in the car mosying up and down the boulevard, when I COULDN’T BREATHE. This is not a good thing. I said “to the hospital, NOW!” She knew we were closer to a clinic than the hospital so she zipped the few blocks to the clinic. I asked her to get a nurse and a wheelchair. I may not have said those exact words since an electric elephant was pounding my chest. (The pink battery bunny? Only much bigger.) I was screaming at the top of my lungs. It hurt so bad! She came out with a big guy who said he had worked in the ER. I was much relieved at the news. He was going to stay with me until the ambulance got there. https://www.webmd.com/heart-disease/atrial-fibrillation/what-is-ventricular-tachycardia#1 The ambulance, lights blazing and siren blaring roared into he parking lot. Of course the fire engine and partrol cars had to tag along. They did their questionnaire and decided I had to get out of the car. I alerted them to the fact that was a problem since: 1) I could barely breath and 2) my legs were mush. They brought out the coolest tool- a semi rigid blanket. Somehow they worked it around me, I stood up and they laid me back in blanket and moved me to the gurney. In the blink of the eye. I have said on many occasion in the last two years – I will take a med tech instead of some doctors. These people that work the for Mayo Clinic Ambulance are AWESOME. If you don’t have a primary doctor eligible to work in the hospital (my primary is a VA doctor) you don’t get a specialist. You get a hospitalist. “Their” opinion of why I had so much chest pain was: The upper chamber of my heart emptied into my lower chamber before it had emptied. Okay? Solution? They gave me some pills to slow down my heart rate. I had three more of those attacks. I wasn’t expecting anything different when I went to the emergency room on my birthday November 14. That was the day I died. ---------- TRYING OUT MY NEW DEBFIBRILLATOR: Two images……. The power supply was implanted under my armpit and the wires were plugged into my heart. It was implanted on November 16, 2018. January and February were good – no new attacks. The pills are working! The defib hadn’t gone off. March - a little one. Another pill to take. April was good – Whoohooo! Better living thru Chemistry! October “DAMN!” That hurt. What the hell!!! If I had been standing I would have been on my butt! ER TIME – Ambulance was called. NOW thoughts were dancing in my head and not sugarplums either.. The roads – especially the freeway in Duluth MN is enough to jostle every brain cell out of you. Laying on your back on gurney. In an ambulance. Rocky back and forth, and bouncing up and down. I wrote a nasty email to the mayor once I was settled into my room.(My wife says I am too negative and mean to people. I guess I don’t understand her question.) I suggested to the mayor that she have the guy in charge of street repairs try riding in an ambulance on his streets. Ambulance tech shaking and shoving a needle into an artery. The ambulance techs has to prep you so if needed IV intervention as soon as you get to the ER you are ready to go. I have had techs give me better IVs than nurses – By Far. The ABSOLUTE WORST! IV’s are the ones they put on the top of your hand. They hurt for weeks afterwards. The ABSOLUTE worst IV? An ER doctor. Tried putting it in my hand three times. Three times. I told him to put it in the crook of my elbow. My artery jumps right out of my skin there. “No. It will pull out.” I wake up in my room. The IV is stuck in the crook of my arm! TO FINISH THE STORY This was the absolute pain every. For one and a half hours! To the hospital I holler. In the ER I holler. By now I am screaming at the top of my lungs. An electric elephant was sitting on my chest and doing the tango. I learned later that my heart rate was 228 instead of the normal rate is 100 – 150. I had VT – Ventricular Tachycardia. Translated it means means pain from hell. This particular grey, gloomy day went on for one and one half hours! God I hurt. I screamed, I swore, and I kicked. “ What the heck happened?” I asked the ER doctor. I later realized they aren’t going to tell you anything. Nothin’ The regular doctor probably would have a fit if the ER doctor told me something that disagreed with what the regular wanted to say. The ER doctors are too busy to answer questions anyway. Well, I survived so I was happy. But that HURT! Made it past that most unlucky day – my birthday. November – FOURTH WEEK It’s back. And with a vengeance. One shock upon another. The nasty thing is – if it has to shock you twice – Yup you guessed it. They second one is a lot stronger than the first. The doctor came down and presented a proposal. He was going home for Christmas. He would go to his Alma Mater and talk with his professors. They might even suggest that I go to their facility for a procedure. (Geez a choice of U of Pitt or Loyola, which should I choose?) One more blast right after Christmas dang I hope the doctor is back soon! JANUARY 2020 The new year. Here it is-- - the ninth. Two! A double whammy. One right after the other. Ambulance is on the way. Much too cold to have my wife drive. In the morning of all the crazy things. OK folks. I am not leaving here until this thing gets fixed! Dammit! Well I had to wait for quite awhile. Finally the doctor showed up. He doesn’t have time to do it this week. But, the soft spoken doctor that saved me when I was in ER he would take the old defibrillator out. This guy with the spiky blond hair would do the ablation on Friday – his day off. First I had to have an MRI. Have you ever had an MRI? The technicians lay you on a table that is about 6 inches wide and that brings you into the guts of this huge drum. It makes noise. LOUD Noise. Rattle, bang, BANG, shimmy. My goodness you could go deaf listening to the tunes it plays. The real nasty about the MRI – it is NARROW. I am not a small guy. My shoulders are squished, my elbow rubs on the drum as it rotates. Elbows get carpet burns. But I made it thru the claustrophobia. MRI is done and I’m whisked off to another room. Lots of hustle and bustle as the guys strap me in and hook me up to tubes. I sure hope they remember how to get me out of here. They work so fast! All of sudden I’m not there anymore. The doctor, an electrophysiologist, tells me he hasn’t been able to make my heart fail. Huh? I’m still under the influence. “I can’t make it stop. The ablation worked. I dug around a bit, pulled something out. You don’t need to wear a defibrillator anymore.” WOW. Was that great news! No more jolts followed by searing pain. Got off the table. Got dressed. Met my wife at the main door. I haven’t looked back. 1604

January 2020

The new year.

Here it is– – the ninth.

Two! A double whammy. Bam! BAM!

Ambulance is on the way. Much too cold to have my wife drive.

In the morning of all the crazy things.

OK folks. I am not leaving here until this thing gets fixed!

Dammit!

Well I had to wait for quite a while.

Finally, the doctor showed up. He doesn’t have time to do it this week.

But, the soft-spoken doctor that saved me when I was in the ER he would take the old defibrillator out.

This guy with the spiky blond hair would do the ablation on Friday – his day off.

First I had to have an MRI.

Have you ever had an MRI? The technicians lay you on a table that is about 6 inches wide  and that brings you into the guts of this huge drum.

It makes noise. LOUD Noise. Rattle, bang, BANG, shimmy. My goodness, you could go deaf listening to the tunes it plays.

The real nasty about the MRI – it is NARROW.

I am not a small guy. My shoulders are squished, my elbow rubs on the drum as it rotates. Elbows get carpet burns.

But I made it thru the claustrophobia.

MRI is done and I’m whisked off to another room. Lots of hustle and bustle as the guys strap me in and hook me up to tubes.

I sure hope they remember how to get me out of here. They work so fast!

All of sudden I’m not there anymore.

The doctor, an electrophysiologist, tells me he hasn’t been able to make my heart fail.

Huh?

I’m still under the influence.

“I can’t make it stop. The ablation worked. I dug around a bit, pulled something out. You don’t need to wear a defibrillator anymore.”

WOW. Was that great news!

No more jolts followed by searing pain.

Got off the table. Got dressed. Met my wife at the main door.

I haven’t looked back.

Thanks for stopping.

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What Menace Are We Going to Face Next?

I read a great article last week.

“Prepare for the Ultimate Gaslighting” “You are not crazy, my friends.” @Julio Vincent Gambuto.

I had been aching to write one almost like it, but I could not get the words out. Has that ever happened to you?

Beach at Los Angeles Google Images
I don’t think this was last weekend. Beach at Los Angeles CA

 

That had happened earlier this year when I was grinding my teeth to get an article written about how are we going to face each other when the Trump thing is gone?

We will have to find a way to work together.

Bam! The Attack of the Virus! 50,000+ people dead!

And it will return in the fall! S

Sorry kids maybe no Trick or Treating this year.

But I am going to write my story anyway. I have this angst that must come out.

Soon everyone will have cabin fever. The need for speed or just sunshine will force them to the beaches as happened in Los Angeles.

Georgia and other southern states are also holding forth the warm, bright sun and sandy beaches.

Protesters that forced the city governments to reopen too soon have already had deaths in their ranks.

Next week we will hear how the beachgoers in Los Angeles fared.

Watch the ads. Powerful forces are at work pushing you, tempting you to venture out: taxing authorities, liquor distributors, waitresses, etc.

The is “let’s get back to normal.”

How can that be? Almost 60,000 people have died to date. That is more than died in Vietnam!

Who is going to be held responsible for these deaths?

Maybe I’m being pessimistic. Maybe as things open and people start dying maybe then city governments will restore sanity.

Let’s face it. Your need to dig your toes in warm sand is not a public health issue.

People going outside and sucking in that warm spring air are being killed by it.

Maybe people will understand the risk.

How much risk are you comfortable with?

The risk of a nasty, painful illness and then add maybe death.

Stupid people.

Every marketing firm in the country will try to entice you to “Come out and play”

Waters fine. Get your boat, jetskis, and let’s go.

But, the VIRUS will be there ahead of you – waiting.

Marketers have an overarching need to find out what consumers don’t have, what will make them feel good, and make it or find it and sell it. At a profit.

You’ve seen it, “as seen on TV”.

Now, there will be even more emphasis on what can do your work for you. You only have a short time – why work? Live it up!

I have choices of Grammarly, ProWriting Aid, Hemingway. More than I would have guessed. The formats to write on, MS Word, Squiblr, Scrivener.

Hmm, I wonder how they will present that macabre thought on TV?

You can bet they are already rockin’ their think tank.

People in the major cities New York, Atlanta, Miami have seen the dark side.

Will that change their thinking?

I have been hoping that we would find a way to at least talk to each other again.

We need major restorative operations on our hearts and minds.

I was heartened by the news from the Supreme Court on Sunday. They are not going to change any gun laws as was expected. Also, they are leaving the Affordable Care Act in place.

A big question. Will people see blue skies and decide we don’t need fossil fuels any longer?

How can we fix healthcare, housing, food distribution so people don’t have to be beggars any longer?

Crime stopped for the last several weeks, didn’t it?

If we give people their pride, a job that has value, a place to be proud of, and some way they will have a sense of pride and self-worth.

How can we trust the government again? It acted in bad faith at every juncture. It had the opportunities to shine with American pride but it decided to roll in the gutter with Corona.

Will people continue to let Jeff Bezos earn thousands of dollars per minute and not pay his fair share of taxes or pay his workers a living wage.

He gave them an increase in their hourly wage but took away a bonus.

Why do the wealthy have to be so greedy? I don’t understand.

You have lived a soldier’s life for the last several weeks. Wondering where you will be in the morning. If you will have a hot meal. Wondering how you will live with the stress.

The questions keep coming.

Will I suffer like Chris Cuomo?

Will I die?

Will my parents die?

Life on the homefront just like in the Vietnam War. What? Where? When? WHY?

Even the count of those that died is the same.

I can’t get my head around that. 50,000+ people. Dead.

In such a short time.

Survivors guilt.

The merry-go-round we’ve been on for the last 50 years has stopped. Or is somebody just dragging their feet so they can wear out their shoes and get a new pair they like better?

As soon as the darkness fell I began hoping for a new dawn.

But it seems that the people that acted badly are still acting badly. They are just as stupid and heartless as they have been.

Maybe there is no way to change them. If 50,000 people dying and 3 million sick doesn’t have an impact on them then what?

I don’t know much. But I do know we can’t let them have the reins of power again.

Maybe every congressperson, every senator local through national level has to take a civics class.

They need to be taught manners, the spirituality of compassion, and looking out for your neighbor.

How do we learn to trust our representatives again?

So many acted so badly.

How did they lose the American spirit?

 

Thanks for stopping.

Craig

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Luminous Supernovas: The Most Powerful Explosions in Space

The Brighest SuperNova ever seen LIVESCIENCE
The Brightest SuperNova ever seen. This is an artist’s illustrations of a brilliant supernova. Aaron Geller/Northwestern University.

A Slight Detour

A new ozone hole is opening and spreading over the North Pole. Image European Space Agency
A new ozone hole is opening and spreading over the North Pole. Image European Space Agency

Scientists believe this to be the largest hole in the ozone layer ever recorded.

The hole covers an area roughly three times the size of Greenland.

It can expose people living at far northern latitudes to high levels of ultraviolet light radiation.

It appears that it will close on its own in a few weeks an ESA researcher stated.

And another detour

The Yellowstone Caldera is a supervolcano spreading below Wyoming, Montana, and Idaho. Image: The Express UK
The Yellowstone Caldera is a supervolcano spreading below Wyoming, Montana, and Idaho. Image: The Express UK

If this supervolcano erupts it will cause massive destruction. It has only erupted 3 times before: 2.1 million years ago, 1.3 million years ago, and 640,000 years ago.

Another view of what could be a future cataclysmic event. Image: Express UK
Another view of what could be a future cataclysmic event. Image: Express UK

Sorry for the detours but these were events of great significance if they complete configurations. The earthquake at Yellowstone registered 7.5 magnitude.

This is a mock-up a supernova generated by a supercomputer.
This is a mock-up a supernova generated by a supercomputer.
Supernova choking on its own dust cloud. Image by LiveScience
Supernova choking on its own dust cloud. Image by LiveScience
Chandra. This supernova was first observed 2,000 years ago
Chandra. This supernova was first observed 2,000 years ago
RCW 86 This is the first supernova observed by NASA/ESA/JPL
RCW 86 This is the first supernova observed by NASA/ESA/JPL Image by NASA/ESA/JPL
SN 2013CU prior to it exploding into a supernova Image by Gal-Yam at Weizmann Observatory
SN 2013CU prior to it exploding into a supernova Image by Gal-Yam at Weizmann Observatory
This is a remnant of supernova Casseopeia-A Image by NASA
This is a remnant of supernova Cassiopeia-A Image by NASA
Supernova shrapnel was discovered inside a meteorite. Image NASA
Supernova shrapnel was discovered inside a meteorite. Image NASA
X-ray stripes in TYCO Supernova Image NASA/CRC/ESA/
X-ray stripes in TYCO Supernova Image NASA/CRC/ESA
This is the youngest black hole ever found Image: NASA
This is the youngest black hole ever found Image: NASA

Scientists measure supernovae using two scales: one is the energy of the explosion, and the other is the amount of that energy emitted as observable light, or radiation. Matt Nicholl is the lead author and also a lecturer in the School of Physics and Astronomy and the Institute of Gravitational Wave Astronomy at the University of Birmingham in England.

Thank you for stopping.

I could spend all day every day with my head in the stars.

Craig

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Batty? No Bats. Wherefrom Corona?

image of coronavirus cell from LiveScience 4.4.20
Image of a novel coronavirus cell from LiveScience April 4, 2020

4.15.20

“My Darling”

I am sorry this is so late. I had the research done on Sunday. It is now Thursday. What happened?

Looking at all of the files I collected, I decided a better way was to group blog posts by category.

There are so many side roads to take with novel coronavirus or Corona as I like to call her.

I call her “my darling” when we are alone.

What else could a writer want but 100 new topics a day all pointing down different paths?

I believe trump really misjudged this one. Even if he did not, and even if 40% of people love what he is doing with this virus, the results in this once-in-a-lifetime catastrophe will be enough to condemn anyone. It may be a PR nightmare that is unwinnable.

As I announced last Friday evening on Facebook, I cannot in good conscience, name each criminal act of our leader, every day until the election.

But neither can I not write about him.

I had hoped to start writing short stories and earn some money with freelancing, but this mission takes higher priority.

Standing at the Minneapolis recruiting station, I took an oath to uphold the Constitution of the United States of America.

I have not been relieved of that oath.

It is even more important now that SCOTUS has sided against the “We the People” of the Constitution by its allowing the vote in Wisconsin to go on despite the pandemic. (A liberal woman won the seat on the State Supreme Court! – The exact thing the republicans with their hijinks tried to prevent.)

As I will point out in the posts of the next months, trump is not worthy of a second term (nor the first term in my opinion).

So watch out for the weaves, you may have to duck.

We the people have had enough. Image: Google Images I think

Bats in MY belfry?

No doubt. But the issue is how do I replace them?

I think I am of one mind and one spirit.

Trump has no such problem.

He puts on his mob face and merrily or merely calls in his enforcers and they “handle” it.

His “team” understand the rules.

Maybe bats helped the virus escape from a lab in Wuhan? Some conservatives think so.

Some conservatives also think it is a virus that has been weaponized by China! China says it was the US Army.

Who do you think is lying? I’ll go with the conservatives like Lips Limbaugh.

Would trump force his fierce ire on this tiger at the Bronx Zoo?

Maybe trump misunderstood when Pete Navarro gave him a warning in January.  Mr. President, novel corona is not Corona Extra! You may not even want a lemon wedge with it.

Corona Extra is the top-selling imported beverage in the US so I can understand how you would be confused.

NADIA, A MALAYAN TIGER AT THE BRONX ZOO HAS CORONAVIRUS. MAYBE THE FIRST JULIE LARSEN MAHER WILDLEIFE CONSERVATION SOCIETY AND AP
Nadia, a Malaysian Tiger at the Bronx Zoo has COVID-19. Not your pussygato though.

I wish I could plug trump’s mouth.

Why?

Because he lies, he abuses the press and reporters, and much to my delight he abuses other republicrooks.

His ogre-mentality doesn’t even stop when he destroys the lives and livelihoods of HIS trumpettes.

But they still love him! Imagine that!

Although a survey out today lists his popularity in the lower 40s due to the way he is handling this crisis.

TODAY’S EPISODE COMES IN SEVERAL PARTS.

Let’s look at the facts, shall we?

Not the venom spewed by loudmouth Rushey and trump’s other cohorts.

Novel coronavirus:

  • Did not escape from a lab
  • Did not become weaponized by the Chinese
  • Did not come from the “wet” market (where they kill animals and sell them fresh for you to take home for supper) in Wuhan’

Scientists (read smart people that are not loudmouths and blowhards like our fearful leader) compare the COVID-19 with other coronaviruses known to infect humans

This article in LiveScience will hopefully leave the blowhards sucking air:

The LiveScience link you share with you the 13 myths that have been busted by science and not hyperbole, or racism, xenophobia.

Just because something is foreign, strange, brown or black-skinned does not mean IT IS BAD!

The researchers have at least two plausible explanations as to the origin of SARS-CoV-2 which is the virus that causes COVID-19.

The first is that a historical animal that spread the SARS virus in Asia and MERS in the Middle East.

The animal is a civet.

This is a delicacy in some Asian countries. As is the fruit it excretes. It is washed off and the coffee beans are roasted and ground for – coffee!

More Learning

If you are not getting enough of exotic names, diseases, etc. I have attached a link to a glossary of terms.

One of the terms on this list is “zoo tonic diseases” .  It means that the virus that is already on its way to us (you think because this one is so bad that we are going to be done with them? Not a chance!)

I don’t want you to get in trouble with your teacher when school reopens next fall, so I will correct myself. Zoontonic or zoonoses are diseases that spread from animals to humans according to the CDC.

For every acre of forest that Brazil burns, for every coral reef that is destroyed in Australia or New Zealand, what are the chances that we will run into more problems not only because of Climate Change but by stealing wildlife habitat we are increasing our risks.

If you are not stirred up enough worrying about your parents, or grandparents or children here is another fine mess.

Another something to chew on. Coming diseases from your backyard will be a subject in another post.

Here is an interactive map from NPR.

In 2009 a program initially planned by the Obama Administration was launched to “hunt for unknown viruses that can cross from animals to humans and cause pandemics.

So the why and wherefore is the same old song. Budgets, not enough money not enough manpower. “Michael Buchmeier, a virologist and associate director of the Center for Virus Research at the U Cal Irvine. “We’ve been gutting surveillance for too long”.

It did not help that in 2009 trump fired the researchers from this program at the CDC.

A really big question right now: is coronavirus going to come back and haunt us as the flu viruses do?

Plan on it.

While SARS was in 2002-2003. MERS started in 2012 and is still going.  And Novel Coronavirus in 2020.

MERS-CoV was spread by camel and probably bats. MERS is the really nasty one. 25% to 30% of those who are infected die from it. Through 2018 2,500 people have died from it.

Minnesota has recorded 986 infections and 30 deaths so far from novel coronavirus.

By the numbers

Another tragic consequence of COVID-19 is the demographic toll it has been taking.

I am going to share in perspective:

In only six weeks the US death toll zoomed from zero to more than 12,000!

Hospitals are out of supplies; cities are out of morgue space. They are using potter’s fields. And using prison inmates to dig the grave.

Blacks and other Latin Americans are bearing the brunt of COVID-19.

In Michigan, 33% of infections are seen in blacks and Latin Americans.

The death rate is 41%.

These numbers do not reflect the fact that blacks and Latin Americans represent only 14% of the population.

Governor John Bell Edwards in Louisiana states that slightly more than 70% of all deaths are found in the black population.

Blacks represent 33% of the total population.

In Chicago 72% of the people that have died but make up only 30% of the population.

We have to be prepared for the overwhelming amount of deaths that we are going to see in the coming months.

Cheryl Rolston, director of the emergency department

They just watched four codes happen. This is ‘Grey’s Anatomy’ stuff for them, not real life. It shouldn’t happen in front of them.

Dr. Lorenzo Paladino, of young patients in the ER

You’re driving down New York Avenue or Nostrand Avenue, which are pretty busy thoroughfares — it’s almost crickets. But then here in the emergency department, it’s a level of intensity that you only see in disaster zones.”

Dr. Robert Gore

According to scientists, 70% of merging infectious diseases in humans are of zoonotic origin.

Scientists also say, there are nearly 1.7 million undiscovered viruses may exist in wildlife. Many researchers are searching for the ones that could cause the next animal-to-human spillover. The likeliest hot spots have three things in common, Daszak said: lots of people, diverse plants and animals, and rapid environmental changes.

What do your streets look like?

Images Credit: M Scott Mahasky, Politico

Looking at Philadelphia City Hall M Scott Mahasky, Politico
Looking at Philadelphia City Hall
Baltimore Image by M Scott Mahasky, Politico
Baltimore Image by M Scott Mahasky, Politico
Interior of novel coronavirus LiveScience
Interior of novel coronavirus

Thank you for stopping.

Craig

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Teachers! Home Schoolers! Is This the Answer You Need? Solve the COVID-19 Kids Are at Home All The Time Pain?

39 Resources for Teachers and Home Schoolers During the Crushing Period of Lockdown due to COVID-19!

A fabulous picture of the International Space Station. Its panels are caught some in full sun and some in partial. Amazing picture. I do not remember where I found it.
I love to use Space as an image for what students can achieve. Especially now with a return to the Moon and the trip to Mars on the horizon

A few hours ago I saw a notice flash across my monitor.

I have been building a new blog website – for free this time – no expense!

Then I heard on TV a teacher say that she was going to set up assignments this evening.

So I had better get a hustle-in-my-bustle!

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This is a cool picture for geography. The Valley of the Dolls in the Dolemite Mountains in South Tyrol Italy
I thought I could use the “Inspect” tool to remember where I found this. If I had to guess, and I do, it was probably in Google Images.

I was using the “Capitalize My Title” website when I used the plugin offering 30+ FREE resources to teachers and home schoolers.

What a GREAT idea for a blog post.

Of course, I had no idea that it would take me two days and a few hours to type!

THE HEADLINE

It is on the site “Capitalize My Title” as I mentioned. I don’t want you to forget. I would like to try some of these apps. Some I have used and some I still use.

It is offering “30+ FREE Online Teaching Resources for Teachers Affected by Coronavirus.

It was posted on 3/18/20 at 1.15 PM so it is still pretty FRESH.

The staff at “Capitalize My Title” did a SUPERB job.

Capitalize My Title” also offes excellent blogs on SEO and other criteria for an excellent blog site. I printed out 6 or 7 chapters.

I am going to use their layouts and texts since they did such a great job. Also, I think not using quotes will make reading a lot easier. There are 38 paragraphs with internet references!

I will post fairly close to the way they are described on the website.

But you know I have to make some lamebrain comments, RIGHT?

The team at “Capitalize My Title” puff out their chests – as well they should – for scurrying around finding all of these resources and diligently laying them out so legibly.

The kids should thank their lucky stars because I AM NOT a teacher by trade or luck.

That means that you teachers, you homeschoolers, you volunteers deserve all the kudos for the great job you do.

These tools are not geared toward teenagers. WHEW!

An image of young children sitting on the floor waiting for their teacher to start school. They are all smiling  widely.
School Learning Studying Education Knowledge Concept Licensed from RawPixels.com by Craig Martineau

The Header:

https://capitalizemytitle.com/free-resources-for-online-learning/

Now if the tools hold up to your scrutiny I will have done a great job (I am going into this a non-educated OAF you understand.

The Tools

1.Discovery

Created a special Viruses and Outbreak channel to help educators discuss the coronavirus outbreak with students. (Remember to use my articles here and here.)

They are even offering FREE access to Discovery Education Experience through the remainder of the school year.

NOW THAT IS FORWARD THINKING AWESOME PROBLEM SOLVING!

 Main Website: https://www.discoveryeducation.com/

COVID-19  Offering:https://www.discoveryeducation.com/coronavirus-response

2.BrainPop

BrainPop is offering FREE, unlimited use of its platform for any schools impacted by the virus.

This includes animated movies, assessment resources, and creative tools for distance learning.

Main website: https://brainpop.com

COVID-19 Offering: https://educators.brainpop.com/2020/02/19/free-brainpop-access-for-schools-affected -by-the-corona-virus

3.Kahoot

Kahoot! Is a great distance learning tool. It offers self-paced games for students. In response to coronavirus, Kahoot! Is offering their premium service for FREE where educators can create their own games for students!

Main Website: https://kahoot.com

COVID-19 Offering: https://kahoot.com/blog/2020/02/27/kahoot-free-access-schools-higher-education-coronavirus/

4.Pronto

Is a communication platform that lets people communicate via chat and video. It is available FREE to teachers and teams during this time.

Main Website: https://pronto.io

COVID-19 Offering: https://pronto.io/coronavirus/

So far these seem like outstanding offers.

5. Book Creator lets educators create books for classrooms. This includes interactive stories, digital portfolios, poetry books, instruction manuals, and more. They have offered a FREE collaboration upgrade for educators affected by the coronavirus.

WOW! Will somebody let me take their class. This sounds AWESOME!

Main Website: https://bookcreator.com/

COVID-19 Offering: https://bookcreator.com/2020/03/suppport-for-schools-affected-by-coronavirus/

6.Google is offering advanced Hangouts Meet for free and they’re recommending Google Classroom for distance learning. They also list some great ways to leverage these tools in these trying times.

I don’t know if you’ve used Hangouts but my brother in California and I use it to communicate almost exclusively. Hangouts is AWESOME!

Main Website: https://www.blog.google/outreach-initiatives/education/

COVID-19 Offering: https://www.blog.google/outreach-initiatives/education/distancelearning-COVID-1919/

7.Tynker

Tynker is a great tool for teaching kids how to code. It leverages Minecraft and other games to teach kids how to code interactively.  They are giving away access to their platform to teachers who are affected by coronavirus AT NO COST! FREE

I’ll Sign uP! That’s my level of learning ability FER SHUR!

Main Website: https://www.tynker.com/

COVID-19 Offering:https://mailchi.mp/tynker/in-support-of-schools-facing-health-related-closure

8.Buncee

Their Media person writes: “Buncee gives creation and communication  tools to students and teachers through their all-in-one technology that empowers all users to easily create, and share visual representations of content, across grade, age and learning levels.” They are giving away FREE Buncee Classroom accounts to teachers through any closures due to top coronavirus.

Main Website: https://buncee.com/

COVID-19 Offering: https://blog.buncee.com/supporting-remote-student-learning/

IMAGE of young students and a teacher. Image from Buncee promotion materials
Image from Buncee Promotion Materials
  • 9. Pear Deck

“Pear Deck makes it easy for teachers to stay connected with students. It connects with existing videoconferencing software by Google, Microsoft, and Zoom.

Due to COVID-19, they are giving away FREE Pear Deck Premium access to educators.

Main Website: https://peardeck.com/

COVID-19 Offering: https://www.peardeck.com/staying-connected

10.Kami

Kami is a document and PDF annotation app that lets teachers engage their students in new ways. They are giving away FREE access to teachers and students affected by the coronavirus.

Main Website: https://kamiapp.com/

COVID-19 Offering:https://blog.kamiapp.com/remote-learning-with-kami-during-school-shutdowns/

11.Parlay

Parlay is an app that lets students have their own voice. They can participate anonymously in classroom discussions and respond to prompts from the teacher. Parlay will be FREE for everyone until May 15th, 2020

Main Website: https://parlayideas.com/

COVID-19 Offering: https://parlayideas.com/school-closure-support/

12.Elementari

Elementari.io is giving away FREE access to their entire platform to teachers and parents affected by coronavirus. Elementari allows students in K-12 to create, write, and code interactive stories. It’s a great platform to help students learn how to read write, program and more.

Main Website: https://elementario.io

COVID-19 Offering: https://docs.google.com/forms/d/e/1FAIpQLSdJ1LAywQdwvNKN_SpsypVA48XOaoCTQoGhuaP7e12fgwPnWA/viewform

13.EdPuzzle

Turn videos from YouTube, Khan Academy, Crash Course or others into engaging course, Teachers can make sure their students actually watch the videos and inject quizzes to test students’ comprehension. They are offering some relief for teachers affected by coronavirus.

Main Website: https://https://edpuzzle.com/

COVID-19 Offering: https://support.edpuzzle.com/hc/en-us/articles/360039805612-Help-for-schools-affected-by-Covid-19

14.Wakelet

Wakelet allows educators to save, organize, and curate information they find across the web. They have curated some tips for educators to make the most of distance learning.

Main Website: https://wakelet.com/

COVID-19 Offering:https://wakelet.com/wake/3af73ea4-a652-4e38-934d-765aefe0f35b

15.Twinkl

Educators can get a FREE month of Twinkl now. Twinkl has tons of U.S. teaching resources for use in the classroom covering key topics aligned with state standards. Educators can download these resources and share with their students.

Main Website:https://www.twinkl.com/

COVID-19 Offering: https://www.twinkl.com/blog/how-to-utilise-twinkl-during-the-coronavirus-shutdown-a-guide-for-schools?utm_source=twitter&utm_medium=social&utm_campaign=corona

16.Hapara

Hapara is a leader in helping schools transition to digital learning. Teachers can create assignments and projects in the could that they can share with students who can then upload their work to the cloud as well. They are offering new schools/districts FREE access to Hapara until the end of June 2020.

Main Website: https://hapara.com/

COVID-19 Offering:https://hapara.com/from-home/

17. Mangahigh

Mangahigh is a great tool to teach students math and coding. Teachers can set up advance quizzes and innovative games for students to learn crucial math and coding skills. They are offering full access to Mangahigh during school closures for any schools that are impacted by COVID-19=19.

Main Website: https://www.mangahigh.com

COVID-19 Offering:https://www.mangahigh.com/en-gb/blog/2020-03-06-free-access-schools-online-maths-coronavirus

18.Scholastic Learn at Home

Primarily targeted at parents who will now have their kids at home for long periods, Scholastic Learn at Home gives kids one week of content for PreK and Kindergarten, Grades 1 and 2, Grades 3-5, and Grades 6+.

Main Website: https://classroommagazines.scholastic.com/support/learnathome.html

COVID-19 Offering:https://classroommagazines.scholastic.com/support/learnathome.html

19.ListenWire

ListenWire makes great podcast lessons from the best non-fiction storytellers. Feel good about having your students listen to educational content. They are offering free ListenWire Premium through April 30th for students affected by coronavirus.

Main Website: http://listenwise.com/

COVID-19 Offering:http://blog.listenwise.com/2020/03/listenwise-support-for-schools-affected-by-the-coronavirus/

20.MobyMax

MobyMax is an award-winning online differentiated learning platform that helps students close learning gaps. They are offering their software for FREE to all schools and districts forced to close to protect against COVID-19.

Main Website: http://mobymax.com/

COVID-19 Offering: http://press.mobymax.com/mobymax-to-provide-all-k-8-schools-and-school-districts-closed-by-covid-19-with-free-internet-learning-software

21.GoGuardian

GoGuardian is a great digital learning platform that lets schools manage their classrooms and administrative needs.

Main Website: https://www.goguardian.com/

COVID-19 Offering:https://www.goguardian.com/blog/learning/goguardian-teacher-for-remote-learning/

22.Seterra Geography

Seterra offers map games to make learning geography easy. They are offering FREE Seterra memberships for schools affected by COVID-19.

Main Website: https://seterra.com/

COVID-19 Offering:https://online.seterra.com/en/p/corona-support

23.We Video

We Video makes it easy for students to create fun, engaging videos and use the power of their voice to create them.

Main Website: https://www.wevideo.com/education

COVID-19 Offering: https://www.wevideo.com/education

24.Education Perfect

Education Perfect provides a progressive teaching and learning toolkit for the modern classroom. EP is providing FREE and unlimited access to all schools until May 1st.

Main Website: https://epforlearning.com/

COVID-19 Offering:https://epforlearning.com/2020/education-perfects-technology-minimising-impact-on-100-coronavirus-affected-schools-in-china/

25.Slido Education

Interactive Q&A session software that lets you curate and manage audience questions. A great way to poll the classroom or let students ask anonymously.

Main Website: https://sli.do/

COVID-19 Offering:https://blog.sli.do/slido-for-education/

26.Breakout Edu

Breakout Edu has over 1500 Interactive learning games available that bring the challenges of an escape room to the classroom. Subjects range from language to math and science.

Main Website: https://www.breakoutedu.com/
COVID-19 Offering: https://www.breakoutedu.com/funathome

27. Microsoft Education

Main Website: https://teams.microsoft.com/


COVID-19 Offering: https://educationblog.microsoft.com/en-us/2020/03/how-schools-can-ramp-up-remote-learning-programs-quickly-with-microsoft-teams/

28.NearPod

Main Website: https://nearpod.com/

COVID-19 Offering: https://nearpod.com/coronavirus

29.Zoom

Zoom is a great videoconferencing software that makes it easy to do.

Main Website: https://blog.zoom.us/

COVID-19 Offering: https://blog.zoom.us/wordpress/2020/02/26/zoom-commitment-user-support-business-continuity-during-coronavirus-outbreak/

30. Screencastify

Main Website: https://www.screencastify.com/education/
COVID-19 Offering: https://twitter.com/Screencastify/status/1226934956930281472

31.Mystery Science

Main Website: https://mysteryscience.com/
COVID-19 Offering: https://mysteryscience.com/

32. Age of Learning (ABCMouse, Adventure Academy, ReadingIQ)

Main Website: https://www.ageoflearning.com

COVID-19 Offering:https:/www.ageoflearning.com/schools

33.Genially

Genially lets teachers create interactive learning resources from presentations to infographics. In response to COVID-19, they are offering many of their premium templates for FREE.

Main Website: https://www.genial.ly/en

COVID-19 Offering: https://doitgenially.com/en/premium-templates-now-available-for-free-for-everyone-forever-genially-aims-to-facilitate-remote-and-distance-learning/

34.Canva

Canva is a great tool to quickly create infographics, Instructables, and other classroom activities. They have a FREE EDU offering.

Main Website: https://www.canva.com/

COVID-19 Offering: https://www.canva.com/education/

35.Start.me

Start.me makes it easy to build start pages with links to lesson plans, education apps, games, and other online resources. They are making PRO accounts for FREE for all teachers affected by coronavirus.

Main Website: https://startme.com/education

COVID-19 Offeringhttps://blog.start.me/news/coronavirus

36.Carnegie Mellon University’s Open Learning Institute

CMU is offering FREE fee waivers to institutions affected by COVID-19 by making all of their Open Learning Initiative (OLI) courseware FREE for affected institutions. OLI courses act as textbook replacements or as supplemental material.

Main Website: https://oli.cmu.edu/educators/

COVID-19 Offering: https://oli.cmu.edu/fee-waivers-for-mid-semester-transition-in-spring-2020/

37.Kapwing

Kapwing is a collaborative online image and video editor with a cloud storage Workspace. It’s an excellent tool for teachers who are making video lessons to send to students for remote learning, for students working together on a group project, or a classroom looking for digital space to share multimedia projects with each other. They are giving away Kapwing Pro to educators whose schools are affected by the COVID-19 closures

Main Website: https://www.kapwing.com/ 

COVID-19 Offering: https://www.kapwing.com/resources/free-kapwing-pro-accounts-for-educators-affected-by-covid-19/

38.Pixton EDU

Pixton EDU is a web-app that gives teachers and students a unique way to create stories, demonstrate learning, and enhance writing assignments – in any subject- through digital comics. They are offering all-access for FREE for 30 days during the outbreak.

Main Website: http://pixton.com/

COVID-19 Offering: http://go.pixton.com/covid19

Is this more dramatic than the next image? The Clouds 200 miles below!
I don’t know which one is more dramatic – the clouds 200 miles below Image by NASA
which is more dramatic the International Space Station traveling thru the Aurora Borealis Image by Scott Kelly NASA
or the International Space Station traveling thru the Aurora Boealis Image by Astronaut Scott Kelly NASA

In the Last Two Decades – SARS, MERS, and COVID-19

Humans have been afflicted by a series of coronaviruses in additon to deadly flu strains.

Cell of COVID -19 coronavirus in 2020

 

I was reading the news on my phone.

That lead me to write this.

It appears that violence and harassment are increasing as the COVID-19 pandemic deepens.

The violence against immigrants is particularly distressing.

Bigotry and fear are no excuse for behaving like jackasses and worse.

If you want to know why read this.

SARS

Many of you have heard of SARS, a viral infection before COVID-19 which we are suffering through right now.

The SARS pandemic ran from 2002 to 2004.

The outbreak originated in Foshan, China and infected over 8,000 people and caused 774 deaths worldwide.

A chart of SARS depicting how countries were affected by infections, deaths and the rate of death
SARS by country. Image Wikipedia

Images from Wikipedia

Image of the Probable cases of SARS in 2002 & 2003. Wikipedia
Image of the Probable cases of SARS in 2002 & 2003. Wikipedia

 

Images of SARS-CoV0-2 and Human Cells Wikipedia
Images of SARS-CoV0-2 and Human Cells Wikipedia

 

MERS

Since SARS there has been MERS.

SARS was designated SARS-CoV-2 . MERS was designated CoV.

It too was a coronavirus.

Mortality was about one-third of diagnosed cases.

Camels have been shown to have antibodies but there is no scientific proof of how they got infected or how it spread to humans.

It’s spread outside of a hospital is rare.

But image a 1/3 death rate!

Image of MERS ONE-THIRD MORBIDITY RATE IMAGE WIKIPEDIA
MERS one-third morbidity rate!

 

Image MERS outbreak 2013 -2020 Wikipedia
Image MERS outbreak 2013 -2020 Wikipedia

 

 

By the numbers: Information from WHO with links in blue Image World Health Organization

By the numbers: Information from WHO with links in blue Image World Health Organization

CORONAVIRUS

Why are they called coronaviruses?

Corona is Spanish is crown.

IMAGE OF COVID-19 on unsplash by Viktor Forgacs
IMAGE OF COVID-19 on unsplash by Viktor Forgacs Note the red “crowns”

H1N1

SARS was mainly in the East and MERS in Saudi Arabia and the East.

The most recent pandemic to affect the United States was the H1N1 “swine flu”. In 2009 it aflicted over 60 million people in the United States.

The COVID-19 is not in that category.

The swine flu  hit the younger people hard. I remember standing in line with my sons waiting to get the vaccination shot.

Here we are

Another coronavirus. Where do they come from?

H1N1 Swine Flu statistics Chart: CDC
H1N1 Swine Flu statistics Chart: CDC

Pangolins

This is a pangolin
This is a pangolin

These are pangolins rescued from poachers. They are a luxury ingredient in Chinese and Philipine medicinal potions.

In February 2020 Chinese researchers identified that Pangolins match 98 percent of the cells in the COVID-19 virus.  Later the number was rechecked and it dropped to 90.3%.

Scientists will have to searching for the culprit.

Thanks for stopping.

Craig

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The Battle of the 2020 Political Challenge is Guaranteed to be Deadly

High Tech Wizardry Will Consume Wealth Never Seen Before

A Savage Hoax-0f-the-Day is Scheduled for Polarizing Effect

This may not seem to be the beginning it was meant to be but I am going to tackle something BIG! REALLY BIG! And I don’t want to scare you off right away.

I am going to tackle SOCIALISM. Democratic Socialism to be exact.

Now the political season of 2020 has begun. It will be brutal, bloodletting and of extreme importance.  

I hope not to be paying attention. I am not interested in watching the game as concerned with the results.

Since I have to wait until November 8, 2020, to find out the score, I am going to try to occupy my mind with other tasks.

I am turning off my daily headline feed for The New York Times and Washington Post.

Hopefully, I will find other’s I can live without.

I mentioned in an earlier post of the find of “Cognoscenti” from WBUR in Boston as a source of excellent material for posts.

It has not disappointed.

On August 29, 2018, was a commentary “This is What Voters Need to Know About Democratic Socialism”.

I am not going to be concerned regarding how the game is played. I just want to at least try to influence it.

Mr. Rich Barlow writes for Boston University news website. He writes for WBUR’s “Cognoscenti” about once a week.

A few of his current postings:
 1. “How Trump Supporters Justify His Actions: A Thought Experiment”.
  2. “To Stop Clergy Sexual Abuse, The Catholic Church Should Ordain Women”.
 3. “The Republicans Need a New Hero and His Name is Mr.Rogers”.

Excellent articles and sometimes with a twist.

Democratic Socialism was a driving force in the elections of 2018 and is heading in that direction in 2020 again.

“So let’s get to it” as Mr. Chris Cuomo is apt to say.

Mr. Barlow is correct in his assertion that Single-payer health care has become a religion for Democrats running in major states.”

Several Democratic politicians are advocating Medicare for All (M4A is the abbreviation).

We have to find out what we are talking about.

Right-wing shills scream Communism! will be hollered up and down the once hallowed halls. Now that Beto O’Rourke blew his line regarding taking guns away the Republicans will not be shooting blanks

Lest they forget: Wealthy people pay no taxes: 44.4% of US Citizens. THEY PAY NO Federal Income Tax! THAT IS 76.4 MILLION people!

To be accurate we should say that only 76.4 million Americans benefit from Socialism. Correct??

What about corporations. The tax rate for corporations used to be 35%. It is now 21% thanks to the Republicans. This is lower than the 28% of Reagan’s day and people make a LOT MORE MONEY TODAY! Theoretically, they should be paying at a higher rate.

60 corporations did not pay their $16 BILLION IN TAXES. But they did receive a REFUND of over $4 BILLION.

Corporations such as Amazon, Goodyear, Delta Air Lines, IGM, Deere did not pay any – ZERO- taxes.

Before Reagan, these corporations had a tax rate of 28%. Now, YOU ARE THE WINNER IN THIS LOTTERY AND YOU ARE ALLOWED to pay $1 TRILLION TAX BILL and it is not even the end of the Fiscal Year. And you are allowed to pay it by yourself!! With no BILLIONS FROM CORPORATIONS and the 76.4 MILLION PEOPLE WHO PAY NO TAXES!

So please make sure that your children and grandchildren know why you don’t give them toys for Christmas. Because you gave it all to the IRS!

But since Denmark and other Scandinavian countries use such a combination of private/government partnerships we know that isn’t true.

It also not true that Democratic Socialism is socialism.

True socialism is described in this column by the esteemed conservative columnist George Will

He places the true engine of socialism as being the government owning and planning all activities in society.

Whew!


That is not something the US has to fear now or at any time.

“In Scandinavia, seven out of every 10 workers labor for private enterprise.”

Indeed many, “including the libertarian Cato Institutes that progressive Nobel Prize Winning economist Paul Krugman declares Denmark, a market economy”.

 “The Nordics cluster at the top of league tables of everything from economic competitiveness to social health to happiness.

They have avoided both southern Europe’s economic sclerosis and America’s extreme inequality”. (This article was written in 2013 which allows that it have missed the growing mess of the world order in 2018.)

The Next Supermodel

“Private, multi-payer systems in Germany, Switzerland and the Netherlands yield top-quality universal care that’s a bargain compared to ours.”

While it had its warts that could have been excised by thoughtful policy changes, the ACA or Obamacare was a model of a multi-payer system.

It has now been so bastardized by trump that we will need to start again.

Thanks for stopping.

Craig Martineau


WISDOM of the DESERT Chapter 5 Mindfulness or Contemplation

The Love God Lavishly Bestows on Us

“The quality or state of being conscious or aware of something “their mindfulness of the wider cinematic tradition”

A mental state achieved by focusing one’s awareness “on the present moment, while calmly acknowledging and “accepting one’s feelings, thoughts, and bodily sensations, used as a therapeutic technique.

“Mindfulness is the basic human ”ability to be fully present, aware of where we are and what we’re doing, and not overly reactive or overwhelmed by what’s going on around us”

I just read a post about post-Christianity America and how irrelevant we are to millennials and society at large.

I let out an audible ‘whew’ when he (Benjamin Sledge of “HeartSupport” started to discuss how much better Christianity will be when all the false believers die off and the Christian churches become vibrant again.

It is such a shocker and eye-opener that I have linked to it here if you are interested. It is a well-written piece.

It is also a re-affirmation of what we are reading and studying, how to let the Holy Spirit work in our prayer life and help lead us thru the dark night of the soul (if that is what we desire- it is not a requirement) so that people will Jesus living in us.

Mr. Sledge quotes Dr. Timothy Keller “we are so loved that we don’t despair when we do wrong, but so sinful that we have no right to be puffed up when we do right.” If you read the article at the link you will find that Dr. Keller has some teachings that require the historical Christian church to hesitantly approve of his gospel.

But remember Paul’s cautionary instruction in Philippians 1:18: “But what does it matter? The important thing is that in every way, whether from false motives or true, Christ is preached. And because of this, I rejoice. Yes, and I will continue to rejoice,” (NIV).

We started this post by looking at the definition and explanation of Mindfulness.

A Google search will display a graph on how much and how fast Mindfulness has grown in recent years. It is astonishing. The Veteran’s Administration even has an application for your phone to make it easier to use.

But I would ask you (without looking back at definitions of contemplation:

Which do you prefer in your life Mindfulness, or contemplation or both?

Why?

2. Which do you think is more necessary for today’s society?

Why?

3. Which do you think would have the biggest, best impact on today’s society if a majority were to start practicing it?

Why?

St. Teresa and St. John of the Cross were good friends

To continue:

“A Taste of Silence” by Father Carl Arico

“The classic meaning of contemplation is “resting in God.”

“There as two types of contemplation: acquired and infused.”

Father Arico goes into much detail describing all of the terms involved. But I will leave the details to you and spell out as plainly as I can the terms I will be using.

Father Arico states:

Acquired contemplation is the effort we put in under the prompting of the Spirit to rest in the presence of God.

a. This can be concentrative or receptive

i. Examples of concentrative prayer are discursive meditation, visual meditation and affective prayer

ii. In concentrative we use our faculties (imagination, intellect, will) to produce the effect of resting in the presence of God.

iii. “Examples of receptive could be the Jesus Prayer (Lord Jesus Christ, Son of God, have mercy on me a sinner), Christian Zen prayer, or Christian meditation-the repetition of a mantra.”

(The Jesus Prayer is an historical prayer of the Eastern Catholic churches.)

An easier way maybe with a comparison: But remember this exercise in terminology in no way has an effect on your prayer.

It is merely to acquaint you with some terms.

A. In concentrative acquired contemplation, you are concentrating, you are active

B. In receptive acquired contemplation, you don’t try to understand, you don’t try to feel anything, you surrender, you consent. If you get an insight, you let it go. You simply want to be letting everything go for the sake of resting in the Lord.

“Some people as they become more comfortable in simple prayer forms begin to feel uncomfortable with the wordiness of prayer talk. It is a process of being away from discursive prayer and meditation. This doesn’t mean it is bad to use the words and symbols of discursive prayer it just means we are maturing in prayer. We don’t stop with these prayers. They become even more meaningful. It just means there is a simplification taking place.”

Infused contemplation is a gift from the Holy Spirit. The Spirit sees the effort we are making to rest in God’s presence. We can only go so far on our own. Then the Spirit takes over and brings us to deeper rest. All prayer is a gift from God.”

Let’s look at the two opposites. In acquired contemplation, I can say ‘I did this’, ’it had this effect and I’m going to do that again.”

“With infused contemplation, all I really know is that I was there. We are moving without effort, without flaw. In the dance of prayer, we are united, one with God. From this loving union flows a loving knowledge transcending abstract conceptual knowledge. The infused quality of this loving knowledge indicates that it is wholly a gift from God and is totally beyond human capacity. No human effort can bring it about. It is pure gift.”

“Teilhard de Chardin was a Jesuit priest and paleontologist who took part in the discovery of Peking Man (in 1923–1927).

He defined the gift of the Holy Spirit this way: “To lose oneself in the unfathomable, to plunge into the inexhaustible, to find peace in the incorruptible, to give one’s deepest to him whose depths have no end.”

Now Father Arico gives us a glimpse of where he is leading us-into Centering Prayer.

“Centering prayer (receptive acquired contemplation) is a method to facilitate the development of contemplative prayer by preparing our faculties to cooperate with this gift (infused contemplation).

It is not meant to replace other kinds of prayer. During the time of prayer, we consent to God’s presence and action within us.”

“Centering Prayer is preparing one to receive the gift of infused contemplation if the Spirit so chooses to do so.”

At this point, Father Arico starts exploring what is meant by transformation. In Scripture we hear about a “new creation”, “born again”, “I live now not I but Christ lives in me”, “unless you are born again of water and the Holy Spirit you will not enter the kingdom of God.”

“The new life we are called to has been called “transformation” by contemporary writers.

The process of transformation simply means a complete overhaul by the Spirit within each of us.” The liturgy has a fine summation: “Through him and with Him and in Him in the unity of the Holy Spirit, all honor and glory is Yours almighty Father, forever and ever. Amen.”

God the potter continues to work in our lives. We need to look at the potter. The potter has to break the old mold in order to replace it with a new one, so we must let go of the old self and replace it with the new.”

We now have an awful tension within us- if we take only part of the message.

We see faithfulness to God as the path to peace and harmony.

But it is also a path of unrest when we must change our preconceived notions of what life is all about. You now see it means accepting the uncertainties of the journey.

Earlier I mentioned St. John of the Cross, he wrote “Dark Night of the Soul.”

“This night is God’s transforming process. The dark is our resistance when we don’t want to change. We arm wrestle with God and fight against changing with all our might.”

As we move thru this dark night, we start to feel our of control. We have felt that we have had our prayer routine scheduled and in good order. Soon the old answers aren’t working anymore. Are you falling apart? Maybe you feel like you are losing your dedication. If you are faithful to your prayer life, you will find that God is moving you into a new way of life.

“You will need to learn that you are not always in control. It does not feel that way, but it is true. Many run from this experience of brokenness. We fear it. Yet it is part of the transformation.”

These transformations are not done by us. “They are being done to us because we are open to remaining in the presence of God. We become open to become what we are called to be.”

We are probably are not even aware of the changes in our life. Other people are. Some may even mention it to us. But this is not something we are ‘working on’. But the Spirit is working on us, and in us and thru us as we begin to live out our calling.

You will notice the difference in your life. Peace will come to your spirit. Joy will come to your heart. Clarity will come to your mind.

In my experience.

Thanks for joining me.
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Craig Martineau

I am a newbie but a goodie

I have a craving to write. Maybe not well but nonetheless.

When I was much much younger I had a paper route. A very long paper route, especially in the winter. Below zero mornings, even before the windchill was added.

The snow crunching underfoot. That was a welcome sound. This was in the days before the fancy earbuds and other do-dads (let’s say 1950-ish). I could only talk to myself for a short while. Then I would drive myself bonkers.

I would write snippets is the best that I can describe them. Do you think that is why I write such long posts now? Overcompensating for my earlier lack of verbosity? Too bad all the good ones slipped my mind it was so cold.

I am retired. I am tired. My body is kicking me for all the years of abusing it. Do I wish I had treated it better? Nah. Who knew of all the consequences.

Well, I have a book review I have to write.

I hope to see you stop and say ‘hey’. website is dabblerduckbutts.com.

Craig Martineau

The Vietnam of Apocalypse Now – Final Cut

The Ultimate Price Was Paid

Francis Ford Coppola 40 years ago and today at age 80

Valkyries in Norse tradition these women chose who would live in battle and who would die

Valkyries Google Images
Did these Valkyries choose for Mr. Coppola to live and finish his grand trilogy to full honors?

For your viewing pleasure?

If you have not seen the Original Apocalypse Now please view this at the end of your read. And turn your speakers up LOUD!

The Ride of the Valkyries

August 2019

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GUNSHIPS – DUCK AND COVER

Apocalypse Now 

Is set in late 1969; a newspaper headline places the film just before the first grand jury hearing in the Charles Manson murder case.

It depicts the ruinous nature of the U.S. Intervention in the Vietnam civil war, as well as the wholesale Americanization of the battleground via sophisticated technology, showbiz, drugs, and rock and roll – not to mention paranoia.

Covert-missions operative Captain Benjamin Willard (Martin Sheen) is charged by General Corman (G.D. Spradlin) and a CIA man (Jerry Ziesmer) to cross into Cambodia to “terminate with extreme prejudice” an insane Special Forces colonel, Walter E. Kurtz (Marlon Brando),whose army of Montagnard tribesmen are fighting a war of indiscriminate terror. Traveling up the fictional Nung River in a Navy PBR (Patrol Boat River) Willard and the crew-Chief Phillips (Albert Hall), Chef (Frederic Forrest), Lance (Sam Bottoms), and Clean (Laurence Fishburne, credited here as “Larry”) – witness or participate in a series of horrendous incidents that mostly represent real events from the war.

Redux included scenes that the public hadn’t seen before: Willard’s prank theft of Kilgore’s favorite surfboard, which forces the crew to hide the PBR under a canopy of foliage. Their layover at an abandoned medevac station, where Chef and Lance fool around with two stranded Playmates, played by Colleen Camp and Cyndi Wood. There is an interlude at a plantation run by members of a French colonial family, who appear to be ghosts. Then we hear Kurtz reading to Willard, whom he has captured and caged. Kurtz reads from a propagandist Time magazine article predicting America’s imminent victory in the war.

Final Cut

The Rde of the Valkyries You Tube Audio Library and Google Images
The Ride of the Valkyries             Hear the Choppers                        Fear the Choppers  They had to be the most feared of weapons. Watch the women scrabble to move their children to safety when they heard the whop whop.

Coppola has cut the medevac sequence for Final Cut. “I felt there was a reason to shoot those bizarre little vignettes of those little 18-year-old girls,” he said. “I was trying to show that their being used to titillate people sexually wasn’t a lot different from those 18-year-old boys, [and] the abuse heaped on them when they’re sent to war. However, my instinct now tells me that, in the overall continuity of the movie, that scene [doesn’t belong thematically]. It’s included as an extra [on the Blue-ray] if people want to see it.

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CALVARY ‘AIR MOBILE’ AT SUNRISE SURF’S UP!

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HEAR THE CHOPPERS FEAR THE CHOPPERS

Forty years later

Coppola has finally (apparently) put his magnum opus to bed.

Still, the director said, he is unsure how bearing the brunt of Apocalypse Now’s beleaguered $31.5 million production changed him as a man. “Every one of my films was traumatic like that,” he said. “In the case of Apocalypse, I was on the hook for the debt, and in those days interest was 25%. I was scared stiff. I had three kids and no family fortune and no one to turn to, and I was pretty much in a dangerous situation. How does a person feel who has survived mere annihilation? I don’t know.”

“Removing the medevac scene was a good call; it reads as too sexually exploitive for the #MeToo era.” Coppola also cut Kurtz’s reading from Time, another scene that doesn’t play for modern audiences. “When I made the movie, Time was still a very important and feared news outlet,” Coppola said. “It could take you to task, and then hurt you if it wanted to. So I thought it was important to take [the magazine] to task… But now I don’t consider Time as much of a target.

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THE SURFBOARD GOES ON-THE-BOAT!

The Time Scene

Which showed Kurtz’s rational side, also detracted from the idea that he has become the embodiment of evil. But Final Cut allays the possibility that Willard could similarly be corrupted by power by retaining the scenes in which Willard steals Kilgore’s surfboard, and, during the French plantation serves as a rest,” Coppola said, “and if the [journey]  going up the river was the same as going back in time, first you go back 40 years, and then after the French plantation, you go back millennium into pre-medieval times.”

“So somehow I was hoping for a version that most crystallized the movie’s theme… When we did Redux, we just put things back in…We never cut it, or shrunk it a little bit, or rebalanced it.”

DUVALL AS THE SURFING COLONEL 'I love the smell of napalm in the morning
DUVALL AS THE SURFING COLONEL ‘I love the smell of napalm in the morning’

“The way it’s cut now, the [discussion of] all of the history and politics [in Vietnam] is in the background while Willard is looking at Roxanne. That brings back some memory of the original Willard we met at the Saigon hotel room, and you realize he has no wife any longer and that he got divorced, and there is some part of him that’s empty. I felt he could feel alive again…and I thought that was useful to know about him.”

During the conversation at the dinner table, Hubert de Marais (Christian Marquand), the leader of the French family, tells Willard, “You Americans are fighting for the biggest nothing in history.”  This statement resonates more in the post-Communist era than it would have in 1979. “It’s absolutely true,” Coppola said. “Even our president, Franklin D. Roosevelt, wanted, if Ho Chi Minh agreed, to help resist the Japanese and defeat the Japanese. He intended Vietnam to be given back to the Vietnamese. It’s only because the British took the surrender of the Japanese that Vietnam was turned over to the French…Essentially, the Vietnamese war was basically fought for nothing. All it did was bring misery both to the Vietnamese and the Americans…It was absolutely pointless…a war fought for no reason.”

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The MANY FACES OF MARLON BRANDO

Coppola often likens the making of Apocalypse Now- bringing a massive Hollywood machine to the movie’s Philippine locations – to the American incursion in Vietnam.  During filming, he actually compared himself to Kurtz. “If I didn’t say it, believe me, someone else would have,” he said. “When I made The Godfather, the first thing people said was, “Oh, Coppola’s just like Michael Corleone, cold and Machiavellian. Or, he’s just like Kurtz, a megalomaniac.” Or, “just like Preston Tucker [the automobile inventor of Tucker: “The Man and His Dream], a mad entrepreneur.”  I was always tarred with the same brush of the character I was featuring in a movie.”

Marlon Brando

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ANOTHER FACE OF MARLON BRANDO

MARLON BRANDO 3
Another face of Kurtz – how many did you count?

Added to Coppola’s frustration when he joined the cast and crew. Though he’d been perfectly professional while making The Godfather with Coppola, when he arrived in the Philippines to play Kurtz, he wasn’t ready. Production was held up for several days as he and Coppola debated the character.

After two weeks, a despairing Coppola told his cinematographer, Vittorio Storaro, that he might abandon the production altogether. The Brando’s brilliant improvisations, based on his and Coppola’s discussions, began to bear fruit. Coppola now looks back on the actor with affection. “People say he gave me trouble, but he was an extraordinary man who made an extraordinary contribution with his creativity and his genius,” he said. “Sure he came overweight and behaved like a big, spoiled kid-but the fact that I even got to know him in my life is a privilege.”

Dennis Hopper, cast as the crazed American photojournalist who has become Kurtz’s apologist, had meanwhile energized Coppola and his crew – but Hopper, couldn’t or wouldn’t learn his lines, which meant his greeting the PBR at Kurtz’ compound required at least 54 takes!

Dennis Hopper is the photojournalist
Photojournalist appears in three scenes

Chopper on the Attack, looking for
Choppers on the Attack. Looking for Surf!

“The cut of a film is a magical thing”

Francis Ford Coppola has been quoted as saying, “After all, a movie is an illusion, and what makes the illusion come alive could be a matter of maybe taking out six frames in one sequence-that might do the trick. I used to tell my kids that in getting a cigarette lighter to work, you might have to change the flint, put in more fluid, pull the wick out, and keep doing little things. So me feeling was that to get Apocalypse Now to light up as an experience for the audience just required some tweaking.”

The 80-year-old director has, in fact, removed more than six frames from his hallucinatory Vietnam War Epic, which is returning to theaters on August 19th and on home video on August 27 – in its third incarnation- 40 years after its initial release. The metaphor-laden movie has not only been lavishly restored but significantly trimmed; Final Cut as the latest version is subtitled, is 20 minutes shorter than the 202-minutes extended edition, Apocalypse Now Redux that Coppola birthed in 2001.

LIONSGATE

“When I was asked [by the distributor, Lionsgate,] which version I wanted to show this time, I knew I didn’t want to show the [147-minutes 1979 version]'” Coppola said. “I felt that in my lust to make it shorter and less weird back then, I removed so many important things. When we did Redux, we just put things back in – but I was troubled about showing that version this time, because really feel that, for many people and even for the theme of the film, it required more time than seemed right to me. I knew I wanted to balance Redux a little better.”

MARTIN SHEEN

He had a severe heart attack that required his son Charlie to go to the Philippines and nurse him back to health.

Comments and Vietnam Footnotes

I was in the U.S. Army (actually the Army of the United States, i.e. a draftee not RA -regular army). I spent one year nine months and some nits and lice at Fort McClellan AL, Home of the Army Chemical Corps and the WACS (Women’s Army Corps).

Fort McClellan was closed in 1999 due to dioxin contamination (Agent Orange that was used to defoliate the jungles in Vietnam). I am still processing a disability claim for that nightmare.

A fascinating scene in the movie when the five F105 Phantom jets laid down the napalm so that Lt. Colonel Kilgore could go surfing uninterrupted in Viet Cong territory.

I did a blog post on my dabblerduckbutts.com website and I copied it to Medium “Blood Money, Keep the Tiny Humans Alive.”

Some research I did for that post:

  1. The post was my reaction to a Facebook friend lamenting that his children had to undergo ‘Active Shooter Drills.” What that must do to our young minds and spirits. 
  2. I had an AHA! moment when I was writing the post – how did we ever get the 1% to kill the war?
  3. Crystal Clear problem, Crystal Clear solution.
  4. I shall let you just read the post if you don’t mind because I found it riveting in light of the movie that I rewatched last night. The 1979 version.
  5. My Framework of the Argument regarded Blood Money and Blood Diamonds. We accepted the fact that we were giving up our rights so that the  1% could make their fortunes. Prior to Reagan in the 1980s – he emasculated the middle class with his huge tax cuts – we continue to grumble unabated still about the Blood Money and the Blood Diamonds. These are not the Blood Diamonds of Sierra Leone but our children and grandchildren!
  6. I quoted Rhett Butler in that blog post. Margaret Mitchell’s Rhett Butler in Gone with the Wind. Rhett told Scarlett “I told you once before that there were two times for making big money, one in building up of a country and the other in its destruction. Slow money on the upbuilding, fast money in the crackup.” There is a little more to than but I want to share some momentous news.
  7. An aside if you will forgive me. I read a piece of news yesterday. The Koch Brothers – the arch-conservatives have decided that a single-payer health system will save big bucks.
  8. National Guardsmen killed 4 people at Kent State University on May 4th,
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    This is on display at the Rubin Art Museum

    1979. There were 29 Guardsmen who fired 67 bullets, injuring 9 people in addition to the 4 that were killed. Some weren’t even in the protest group. “4 Dead in Ohio” Crosby, Stills, Nash (I don’t remember if Young was part of the group at that time).

  9. There were protests all across the country. The biggest was The March on the Pentagon on October 21, 1967 (I was graduated from high school the next spring). 2,500 soldiers (not Guardsmen) faced off against 100,000 protesters, Flower Power was born that day!
  10. I believe the music of those days brought us all together for a common mission. Read the list of songs and artists. Amazing that so much good music was written in such a short time and is still popular today.
  11. On January 20, 1965, Lyndon Baines Johnson takes the oath of office upon the assassination of JFK. He started the major buildup of the War shortly thereafter. In 1964 there were 23,300 American advisors in Vietnam. By 1966 there were 563,000 troops. By 1973 there were 50.
  12. Ken Burns and Lynn Novick previewed “The Vietnam War” in Duluth MN at the Train Depot downtown.  It was shown at the PBS station on September 10th, 2017.
  13. It debuted nationwide on PBS stations on September 17th.
  14. I see the ruination of a whole generation of men and women who served when I go to the VA Clinic in Superior. I was there on Monday so it is fresh in my mind.

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ONE PERFECT SHOT

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WALLPAPER FOR YOUR COMPUTER

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FINAL CUT THE VIRGIN SUICIDES

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GUNSHIPS – DUCK AND COVER Final Cut Edition

This video clip is a treat from me and the storyteller. He is magnificent 😉

The Magnificent Storyteller

I got hooked on the Valkyries. Those are the Norse ladies that determine who lives and ho dies in battle. Whoever dies they escort them to Odin.

Valkyries in Norse tradition these women chose who would live in battle and who would die

Valkyries in Norse tradition these women chose who would live in battle and who would die

Valkyries Google Images
Did these Valkyries choose for Mr. Coppola to live and finish his grand trilogy to full honors?

Written by: Craig Martineau August 2019

A warrior not – not then and not now.

But a heavy heart does not rest well.

I wonder if a Valkyrie will carry this mortally wounded soldier to Valhalla?

I believe that this movie or at least the clips should be shown to all seniors in high school.

I believe that young people are brought up so many videos game where soldiering and

dying have no consequence. It does not bode well for our country if no one is there to see

real bloodshed.

This is a video made by a Marine who spent his time in Vietnam new the Cambodia border. The camp was staffed by about 300 Montagnard tribesmen and 12 U.S. troops.

As in the movie Apocalypse Now, this was a Special Forces Unit. Everything the narrator talks about is in the movie.

Saigon Night Life

Craig

The Full Flavor will Blow Your Mind – COFFEE NOW!!

Treat Your Tastebuds to the Bottom of the Cup!!

Energize with the Simple, Amazing Flavor!

696 words 2 min 32 sec reading time

A new blog for all the caffeine crazy people in your world. Please let your friends know or I will personally tell them you knew this AND didn’t tell them:

  1. Jack Daniels is now making whiskey-infused coffee. You have to be 21 to access this website.
JACK DANIELS TENNESEE WHISKEY COFFEE
GOOOOD MORNING

2. There is now a line of quality coffee and tea that come in compostable pods and packaging with plant-based inks. While that isn’t news this IS: Brewbudz comes with edible cannabis. And the pods fit in your Keurig! Same here: you have to be 21 to enter this website. Sorry, Skeeter.

brewbudz marijuana infused coffee and tea

3. According to GomerBlog, coffee is now OK to keep at nurses’ stations in hospitals.
Yes, the Joint Commission, the people that approve the rules hospitals have to live by, found that heavy fines levied against hospitals that allowed caffeinated beverages at nurses’ stations finally had the desired effect. All hospitals banned coffee from nurses’ stations.
However, their statisticians found increased sloppiness, more errors on reports and an increase of residents yawning in patients’ faces. After years of fighting the good fight they finally relented, and the deans of medical education are happy to announce that nurses and residents are now working better together.

4. Of course, #3 is satire for those residents versed in the arts.

I worked in the coffee industry in a roasting plant for fifteen years and I can assure you that there are many healthful benefits to drinking coffee.

Coffee is my drug of choice

Rather than take my word for it, I did a diligent search for empirical data to bolster my claim.

The Andressen family of ARCO coffee

I found several source documents, but I will start with the big guns.

StarsandStripes.com by Martin Egnash “ How Much Coffee Does  a Soldier Need to Maximize Alertness?” June 15, 2018

I do not see which types of coffee they are recommending, (here is a list, along with 6 fine articles to whet your whistle.) HOWEVER, I did not see the Greek coffee listed. It is a strong black coffee ground exceedingly fine – like flour.) The article also doesn’t list how strong they brewed it, how long it has been standing (old coffee? Yuck!), and so on. Then we get into the algorithm thing needed to calculate all the variables.

Well, I am here to assure you that your United States Army has an app for that. Yes, Sir!

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HISTORY.NET

It will take into account your innate sensitivity to the brew, and determines how much, and WHEN to consume caffeine to maximize benefits and keep those pesky jitters at bay.

The app will be available via smartphone that will enable you to “predict current and future alertness and cognitive performance based on a series of psychomotor vigilance task (PVT)tests, your sleep, and caffeine intake data.”

Now doesn’t that just sound like the U.S Army? I know you will ask the most obvious question – how many men and women serve in the military?

On January 23, 2019, there were close to 1.4 million people serving in the U.S Armed Forces. That means that 0.4 percent of the American population is active military personnel.

MILITARY VETERANS and WHEN THEY SERVED
MILITARY VETERANS

As of 2014, the Department of Veteran Affairs (VA) estimates there were 22 million military veterans in the  U.S. population. If you add their figures to the active personnel, 7.3 % of all living Americans have served at some point.

An interesting tidbit: at the height of the Vietnam War over 500,000 personnel served in-country.

A tidbit: more than half of all veterans are over 60 right now.

But we were talking about coffee.

Dr. Jaques Reifman, at the US Army Medical Research and Materiel Command, said that alertness can be improved by 64%!

He also noted that when you drink coffee plays as much of a role as the amount.

This link will get you to the tool – sort of. The address for the 2B-Alert Web app is https://2b-alert-web.bhsai.org but you will need to put in your username and password, pesky regs.

But the tool is still being developed. It doesn’t say what kind of coffee has the most caffeine either.

But I knew you would ask so I put a link HERE for the amount of caffeine, not only in coffee but soda, tea, etc.

Thanks for stopping.

Craig

Image of Red Rose by Svetlana Music Unsplash

Immediately The Absolute Lowest Zinger – Part 5

‘The Never Again’ Say the Furious Ones

The Vulgar, Vicious Ones Crave More

from my hubpages blog post

1423 words 5 min 3 sec read time

republished May 12, 2019

I have been writing about trump since at least March of 2015. The research has been grueling but enlightening. Entertaining as I learned the tricks of the master fraud and disheartening as I have seen how many people still follow him.

What will be the outcome of the 2020 election. If he loses the vote will he surrender his throne as the preeminent facist American has known?

I did not realize that extremely intelligent scientists were studying the very topics that I was researching in my quest to understand.

I have only scratched the surface of all the studies that are available.

As you have read I am partial to the work of Dr. Bobby Azarian as published in Psychology Today.

Also David Dunning of the Dunning-Kruger Effect.

And so many other brilliant researchers that have been able to pinpoint the exact tools trump uses to bamboozle his loyalists.

These aren’t all stupid or dumb people. They are United States Senators and United States Congressman. Obviously many follow the follow money spread out by Russia as it seeks to dismantle its most feared enemy.

But then, how can Americans, many of them military, lay down their oaths they swore to uphold and defend the Constitution of the United States and see it trampled by trump, putin and other despots.

Surely, there will be a serious hotseat in hell that awaits them.

How to understand why people would choose to follow trump. Why would they follow him after two years into his presidency when he was making me gag on his criminality?

How Trump hoodwinked his supporters

Dr. Azarian wrote an article that appeared in “Alternet” on July 23, 2018. The heading read:

“Those who score low on political knowledge overestimate their expertise more when greater empahsis is on political affliation.”

I stated this in the last post a different way “People that think they know what they are talking about, (those in trump’s sphere of influence) rarely know what they don’t know!

Does that make sense?

Maybe I should say “too dumb to know that they are too dumb”. A bit harsh? Maybe. This, you will recall, is the DUNNING-KRUGER EFFECT.

A new study by Ian Anson, a political scientist at the University of Maryland Baltimore County, ‘found that the Dunning Kruger Effect applies to politics, but it also appears to be exacerbated when partisan identies are more salient.’

Huh?

Maybe try this: The more emphasis that is placed on political affiliation, the more those who score low on political knowledge the more they overestimate their expertise.

Is that better?

“Perhaps this helps explain why trump supporter seem to be tricked into believing obvious falsehoods.” Daniel Efron, London Business School, associate professor organizational behavior, Why Trump Supporters Don’t Mind His Lies, New York Times, April 28, 2018.

Deliver ‘alternative facts’ boisterously and sprinkle in some ‘dog whistles’ that appeal to their baser instincts and we see results like these:

“In 2016 and experiment found that 45% of Republicans believe the Affordable Care Act included ‘death panels’ and a 2015 study found that 54 percent of Republican primary voters believed then President Barach Obama to be a Muslim.”

Perhaps the scariest study was the one that found only 25% of Republicans believe human activity contributes to climate change.

Even more scary  is the study that showed that in just two years 2015 to 2017 Republicans came to believe that 58% say that a college education “negatively impacts’ the state of the nation!

The last time I recall these activites George Wallace was hammering out ‘dog whistles’ to drump up support for his run at the presidency. An assassin’s bullet felled him before the votes were cast.

Now that we recognize these voices from the past have not been quieted or change how do we move on?

Fear-mongering is a powerful tool that has been used for a very long time. Fear has been the number 1 go-to emotion.

But the new tool of the political right is ANGER. It is the new tool to divide and conquer.

The politics of fear are pretty well understood so I will insert some scientific stuff now.

In the Journal ‘Cell Biology’ studies show that ‘liberalism is associated with a larger volume of gray matter in the anterior cingulate cortex. Conservatism is associated with an increase in the size of the right amygdala (but not the left amygdala).You can review the findings in this edition of Current Biology

I will leave this topic with this tidbit: “Stronger liberalism is associatated with increased sensitivity to cues for altering a habitual pattern.”

For those that value nit-picking this is an excellent place to start.

MRI scans of 90 healthy young adults (61% female) who self reported their political attitudes from ‘very liberal’ to ‘very conservative’.

To really explore the neurological makeup of politics please start with this PowerPoint

Conservative respond to threatening situations with more aggression than do liberals and are more sensitive to threatening facial expressions.

Trump is constantly fueling anger towards the media, and liberals whenever he feels he is being treated unfairly. The Washington Post lays out many of trump’s triggers and discusses their implications

Dr. Suhay (Elizabeth Suhay Ph.D. and Cengiz Erisen of American University are authors of an anger study and its role in political formation. Their results “suggest that both conservatives and liberals are experiencing great biased assimilation of political information.” To find out how anger fuels our political beliefs I suggest you dig into this a little bit.

A name you should familiarize yourself Glen Gerher Ph.D. How did we get so polarized and how do we undo it.

Trump is using oppenents toward more extreme political stances that are less popular with the average voter. We are starting to see this with the Democrats as they wrestle with impeachment or some other course of action. Of course we have to ask, can we stay calm rather than let our feathers get ruffled over trump’s hateful messages and his appeals to tribalism?

So what’s next? Anger feeds the beast.

How do this all play out?

My great fear is how long will it take this country to stand tall again? How long will it take to right the ship of state.

It will never be held in the high regard it once was. It will never again be a beacon on a hill for other nations to follow.

How will our young people turn from the bitterness, the hatred, the anger, the atrocious deeds inspired by this lout?

Generations will ponder the solutions. I just hope they are smarter than I.

It is a subject that has turned my head inside out. The answers from this research are now starting to make sense.

How people could 1: believe in him in the first place; 2: vote for him; 3: continue to hold him up as the next messiah even though he has stomped on their dreams and finances so many times.

I have mentioned that I have relied on articles by Dr. Bobby Azarian, a neuroscientist, titled “Mind in the Machine” for documentation. I have also relied on my published posts for topics and research materials.

Some of the blog posts I have published on ‘dabblerduckbutts.com’ are:

“How do I Understand? aka New Information into Old Thinking” “How do we Recover? The Rise of the Intolerants”

“Who is this Man? akaRepitition Makes it So”

“NEVERMORE” Anguished

“My Rant 3 Let’s Talk” “Temper Tantrum”

“Cognitive Dissonance” Series

“Bossman” Series

and many more.

I think you will find that a majority of posts to this site are in some way connected to trump. I hope this post draws them together so that they are not so far-flung and disorderly.

I had hoped this series would be a catharsis and I would be able to cast trump and his rats from my spirit. But I now fear that may not be so.

My hope is in the women. My hope is in the young people. My hope is in the millenlials whose own hope in earning a piece of the American Dream is dimming.

Hopefully they will step forward and step up to cast this blight and restore the old order in a new form.

I hope that never again will people not carry out their duty, their responsibility to seriously consider for whom they cast their vote.

The activities that have brought this division in our country to light are beyond counting. The upheaval is beyond measure.

Thanks for stopping.

Craig