Under the Mosquito Net

Turn About is Fair Play

2011-11-24T07:41:00.000+06:00

You Are a Terrorist

2011-08-20T08:25:00.001+06:00

The FBI now has a new “Communities Against Terrorism” program where they try to get Americans to report on any “suspicious” terrorist activities such as:

-People who “insist on paying in cash”;
-People who buy “Meals Ready to Eat”;
-People who buy “weatherproofed ammunition containers”;
-People who buy “high capacity magazines”;
-People who buy “night flashlights."

I bet you’re one of those!

The Feds are going after Americans known as “preppers.” These are people who want to be prepared for emergencies, you know like a really big tornado for example.

Then there’s another Federal agency known as the Department of Homeland Security, which is currently instructing Americans about “disaster preparedness” on their website.

Two things on their list just happen to be:

Flashlights and cash.

So if you go to a military surplus store to purchase these items cheaply based on the recommendations of the Department of Homeland Security you might end up on the FBI’s terrorist watch list.

Who’s in charge of this mess?

Anthem Blue Cross Blue Shield Sucks!

2011-08-17T06:23:00.003+06:00

From a Psychiatric Nurse Practitioner and her Psychiatrist spouse:

"Today's sign that healthcare is going to hell in a handbasket: I call our insurance company to talk to them about a rejected claim for XXX. They say they can't talk to me without her permission. I remind them she is 4. They say it doesn't matter. I say I am her legal guardian. Still doesn't matter. XXX has no clue what is going on and doesn't verbalize "permission". They say this is the last time they will talk to me without XXX's permission. ??!!"

Can you believe this? I can as I deal with these stupid insurance guys who are miles away telling me what I should give the patient that's sitting in front of me!

Here's more from the same mom:

"I am wondering why insurance companies get to dictate the healthcare industry. My husband (and all doctors) spent at least 10 years training to do his job yet the insurance company with a bunch of GED grads get to dictate the treatment a patient receives. Why aren't more people upset about this?! What is it going to take to change the system? Since when is a child's life not worth $40,000?"

"Today's reason to hate insurance companies: got a letter from our insurance appeals department stating that they are denying payment of IVIg infusions for XXX because he has a "life-threatening" condition and authorizing treatment for something that only "provides short-term relief would not be in his best interest." Yet, they also denied payment for the treatment that could cure his "life-threatening" illness!"

"Sometimes the powers that be actually pay attention. The Colorado state board of insurance is requiring that our insurance company rectify the situation with requiring a 4-year-old's permission to release medical information by September 7th and may be imposing fines!"

Dear Governor Rick Perry

2011-08-16T06:11:00.002+06:00

I'm a native Texan who is working as a Psychiatric Nurse Practitioner next door in New Mexico. Today I treated a lady who moved to the East Texas area a year ago and who has been off her medications for that length of time due to lack of mental health services. She returned to Carlsbad a couple weeks ago and today I started her back on her medications.

The reason I'm writing is that I'd be glad to be working in a rural Texas area if nurse practitioners were able to function independently like I'm doing in New Mexico. Like any provider I'd like to be able to consult with another provider, but not have my entire practice hinge on having to collaborate with another person. I know of Nurse Practitioners who have had to shut down their practices immediately due to their collaborating physician changing their mind, dying, or moving.

Until then, your patients will go without, and this Texan will stay in New Mexico.

Come Back, Reagan!

2011-06-21T07:53:00.000+06:00

Corporate Folly

2011-06-09T06:49:00.000+06:00

VISA
P.O. Box 2091
Memphis, TN 38101-2091

Dear sir/Madam:

Recently I cancelled my VISA card due to what I thought was a fraudulent charge. My old card was due to expire 6/11. Guess what? I just received my new card which also expires 6/11! How dumb is that? Why not send me a new one that expires a year or so from now? Now you will need to send me a new one in a couple weeks. Does your boss need to borrow my M.B.A. in order to know how to be more efficient?

One more thing I’ve been meaning to write about. In the note that came with the new card that expires in a few weeks there is this comment, “The enclosed card must be signed in order to be valid.” I never sign my cards because it is a serious security breach. If someone were to steal my cards there is my signature for them to copy. Instead I write, “Check photo ID” on the back. If any one steals it they can’t make any purchases in person. And as we know most criminals are stupid and would try to use my card only to get it impounded.

Sincerely yours,

Randall Sexton

Good Job Marines

2011-05-28T21:05:00.002+06:00

Patch Adams, M.D.

2011-04-24T22:47:00.000+06:00

The Perfect Hut

2011-04-13T12:53:00.003+06:00

No matter what your accommodations are, you must have electricity!

Important Breaking News

2011-04-12T07:57:00.000+06:00

Hammer It Home!

2011-04-05T06:21:00.001+06:00

Big Pharm Screws With Your Wallet

2011-03-27T09:02:00.003+06:00

The drug company Somaxon has come out with a new drug called Silenor. From their ads: "Silenor is the first and only non-scheduled prescription sleep aid that is proven to provide patients with a full night's sleep, including sleep into the 7th and 8th hour."

The problem here is that Silenor is doxepin (Sinequan), a tricyclic antidepressant that has been sold in the U.S. since the 1960s. It makes you sleepy, because it is a strong antihistamine, and one of the side effects is sedation.

The rip-off? A month's supply of Silenor costs around $214.00. A month's supply of Doxepin costs $4.00 at Walmart. Pick the one you like best!

Good to Know

2011-03-26T06:22:00.000+06:00

Radisson LAX

2011-02-26T17:33:00.003+06:00

I got a reservation at the Radisson LAX because it was listed as the closest one to the LAX airport. Imagine my surprise when the shuttle bus passed two hotels on the way to the Radisson. I'm waiting for the return shuttle trip in the morning to see if the airport is the first stop.

I really enjoyed standing in the really long line to check in. I've never seen such a line in a hotel before. Here it is, a Friday night at one of the busiest airports in the world, and there is one guy checking in customers. Four other computers stood lonely at the check in desk. I really liked the way the line snaked right by the automatic doors which stood open most of the time, allowing the rainy, cold, and windy weather to chill me to the bone.

While standing in line I heard a valet explain to a customer that he was the only valet on duty and she would have to wait.

Shortly before retiring I went down to the bar to get a Coke. The man next to me was talking to the bartender, "What do you mean the bar is closed? It's only 9 pm?"

I don't think I'll be back to this place!

Oh, I almost forgot about the Sleep Number bed in my room. I loved how they gave you a chance to test the bed before you purchased one.

I also loved how they had a little plastic tag with directions on how to use the bed. The problem is that the controls didn't work as advertised. However, there was a statement on the tag that said you could go online to their website for detailed directions. That's nice because I just shut my computer down as I was getting READY TO GO TO SLEEP!

And what were those loud popping sounds coming from my bed in the middle of the night?

I guess I learned two things. Stay away from Radisson and don't buy a Sleep Number bed.

Total Pillow Junk

2011-02-25T17:28:00.003+06:00

Don't even think about buying this piece of junk made in China. Mine came apart before I even got the chance to use it! If you don't believe me, check out the reviews on Amazon.

Big Pharm Rip-Off

2011-02-05T22:03:00.003+06:00

Let's compare the prices of some recent medications I purchased both here in the United States and in Thailand. The medicine was Elidel, a cream for skin problems. The cream was exactly the same, in identical boxes, and both made by Novartis in Germany.

USA price $135.00

Thailand price $62.00

Kinda makes you wonder doesn't it? I guess the Walgreen's here in the states has to charge more to pay their higher rent.

An Actual Craig's List Pesonal Ad

2011-02-04T09:19:00.002+06:00

This is too funny:

To the Guy Who Tried to Mug Me in Downtown Savannah night before last.
Date: 2009-05-27, 1 :43 a.m. E.S.T.
I was the guy wearing the black Burberry jacket that you demanded that I hand over, shortly after you pulled the knife on me and my girlfriend, threatening our lives. You also asked for my girlfriend's purse and earrings. I can only hope that you somehow come across this rather important message.

First, I'd like to apologize for your embarrassment; I didn't expect you to actually crap in your pants when I drew my pistol after you took my jacket. The evening was not that cold, and I was wearing the jacket for a reason. My girlfriend had just bought me that Kimber Model 1911 ...45 ACP pistol for my birthday, and we had picked up a shoulder holster for it that very evening. Obviously you agree that it is a very intimidating weapon when pointed at your head ... isn't it?!

I know it probably wasn't fun walking back to wherever you'd come from with that brown sludge in your pants. I'm sure it was even worse walking bare-footed since I made you leave your shoes, cell phone, and wallet with me. [That prevented you from calling or running to your buddies to come help mug us again].

After I called your mother or "Momma" as you had her listed in your cell, I explained the entire episode of what you'd done. Then I went and filled up my gas tank as well as those of four other people in the gas station, -- on your credit card. The guy with the big motor home took 150 gallons and was extremely grateful!

I gave your shoes to a homeless guy outside Vinnie Van Go Go's, along with all the cash in your wallet. [That made his day!]

I then threw your wallet into the big pink "pimp mobile" that was parked at the curb .... after I broke the windshield and side window and keyed the entire driver's side of the car.

Later, I called a bunch of phone sex numbers from your cell phone. Ma Bell just now shut down the line, although I only used the phone for a little over a day now, so what's going on with that? Earlier, I managed to get in two threatening phone calls to the DA's office and one to the FBI, while mentioning President Obama as my possible target.

The FBI guy seemed really intense and we had a nice long chat (I guess while he traced your number etc...).

In a way, perhaps I should apologize for not killing you ... but I feel this type of retribution is a far more appropriate punishment for your threatened crime. I wish you well as you try to sort through some of these rather immediate pressing issues, and can only hope that you have the opportunity to reflect upon, and perhaps reconsider, the career path you've chosen to pursue in life. Remember, next time you might not be so lucky. Have a good day!

Thoughtfully yours,
Alex

Really Funny Dog Story

2011-01-25T06:46:00.002+06:00

This was sent to me by a friend and I don't know where it came from. However, since it made me laugh so hard I cried, it needs to be posted.

We have a fox terrier by the name of Jasper. He came to us in the summer of 2001 from the fox terrier rescue program. For those of you who are unfamiliar with this type of adoption, imagine taking in a 10 year old child about whom you know nothing and committing to doing your best to be a good parent.

Like a child, the dog came with his own idiosyncrasies. He will only sleep on the bed, on top of the covers, nuzzled as close to my face as he can get without actually performing a French kiss on me.

Lest you think this is a bad case of 'no discipline,' I should tell you that Perry and I tried every means to break him of this habit, including locking him in a separate bedroom for several nights. The new door cost over $200. But I digress.

Five weeks ago we began remodeling our house. Although the cost of the project is downright obnoxious, it was 20 years overdue AND it got me out of cooking Thanksgiving for family, extended family, and a lot of friends that I like more than family most of the time.

I was assigned the task of preparing 124 of my famous yeast dinner rolls for the two Thanksgiving feasts we did attend.

I am still cursing the electrician for getting the new oven hooked up so quickly. It was the only appliance in the whole darn house that worked, thus the assignment.

I made the decision to cook the rolls on Wed evening to reheat Thurs am. Since the kitchen was freshly painted, you can imagine the odor. Not wanting the rolls to smell like Sherwin Williams #586, I put the rolls on baking sheets and set them in the living room to rise for a few hours. Perry and I decided to go out to eat, returning in about an hour. The rolls were ready to go in the oven.

It was 8:30 PM. When I went to the living room to retrieve the pans, much to my shock, one whole pan of 12 rolls was empty. I called out to Jasper and my worst nightmare became a reality. He literally wobbled over to me. He looked like a combination of the Pillsbury dough boy and the Michelin Tire man wrapped up in fur. He groaned when he walked. I swear even his cheeks were bloated.

I ran to the phone and called our vet. After a few seconds of uproarious laughter, he told me the dog would probably be okay; however, I needed to give him Pepto Bismol every 2 hours for the rest of the night. God only knows why I thought a dog would like Pepto Bismol any more than my kids did when they were sick. Suffice it to say that by the time we went to bed the dog was black, white and pink. He was so bloated we had to lift him onto the bed for the night.

We arose at 7:30 and as we always do first thing, put the dog out to relieve himself. Well, the dog was as drunk as a sailor on his first leave. He was running into walls, falling flat on his butt and most of the time when he was walking, his front half was going one direction and the other half was either dragging the grass or headed 90 degrees in another direction.

He couldn't lift his leg to pee, so he would just walk and pee at the same time. When he ran down the small incline in our back yard he couldn't stop himself and nearly ended up running into the fence.

His pupils were dilated and he was as dizzy as a loon. I endured another few seconds of laughter from the vet (second call within 12 hours) before he explained that the yeast had fermented in his belly and that he was indeed drunk.

He assured me that, not unlike most binges we humans go through, it would wear off after about 4 or 5 hours, and to keep giving him Pepto Bismol.

Afraid to leave him by himself in the house, Perry and I loaded him up and took him with us to my sister's house for the first Thanksgiving meal of the day.

My sister lives outside of Muskogee on a ranch, (10 to 15 minute drive). Rolls firmly secured in the trunk (124 less 12) and drunk dog leaning from the back seat onto the console of the car between Perry and I, we took off.

Now I know you probably don't believe that dogs burp, but believe me when I say that after eating a tray of risen unbaked yeast rolls, DOGS WILL BURP. These burps were pure Old Charter. They would have matched or beat any smell in a drunk tank at the police station. But that's not the worst of it.

Now he was beginning to fart and they smelled like baked rolls. God strike me dead if I am not telling the truth! We endured this for the entire trip to Karen's, thankful she didn't live any further away than she did.

Once Jasper was firmly placed in my sister's garage with the door locked, we finally sat down to enjoy our first Thanksgiving meal of the day. The dog was the topic of conversation all morning long and everyone made trips to the garage to witness my drunken dog, each returning with a tale of Jasper's latest endeavor to walk without running into something. Of course, as the old adage goes, 'what goes in must come out' and Jasper was no exception.

Granted if it had been me that had eaten 12 risen, unbaked yeast rolls, you might as well have put a concrete block up my behind, but alas a dog's digestive system is quite different from yours or mine. I discovered this was a mixed blessing when we prepared to leave Karen's house. Having discovered his 'packages' on the garage floor, we loaded him up in the car so we could hose down the floor.

This was another naive decision on our part. The blast of water from the hose hit the poop on the floor and the poop on the floor withstood the blast from the hose. It was like Portland cement beginning to set up and cure.

We finally tried to remove it with a shovel. I (obviously no one else was going to offer their services) had to get on my hands and knees with a coarse brush to get the remnants off of the floor. And as if this wasn't degrading enough, the darn dog in his drunken state had walked through the poop and left paw prints all over the garage floor that had to be brushed too.

Well, by this time the dog was sobering up nicely so we took him home and dropped him off before we left for our second Thanksgiving dinner at Perry's sister's house.

I am happy to report that as of today (Monday) the dog is back to normal both in size and temperament. He has had a bath and is no longer tricolor. None the worse for wear I presume. I am also happy to report that just this evening I found 2 risen unbaked yeast rolls hidden inside my closet door.

It appears he must have come to his senses after eating 10 of them but decided hiding 2 of them for later would not be a bad idea. Now, I'm doing research on the computer as to: 'How to clean unbaked dough from the carpet.'

And how was your day?

Lies, Damned Lies, And Medical Science

2010-12-12T21:43:00.006+06:00

When I was completing my Psychiatric Nurse Practitioner program, I was constantly reminded by my professors to stay on track and use evidence-based medicine, or EBM, in the care of my patients. I was usually protesting since it didn't seem to make my patients any better.

Now I know why. Dr. John Ioannidis, a physician, and his team of researchers, have found that as much as 90 percent of published medical researched is wrong.

What does this mean? It means that your physician, who is bent on using EBM, is basing his treatment approach on false information.

Hope you feel better now!

http://www.theatlantic.com/magazine/archive/2010/11/lies-damned-lies-and-medical-science/8269/">

Try to Follow This Story!

2010-10-16T05:21:00.001+06:00

Recently, a grandmother carried her 2 year old grandson into a Tyler, Texas sports bar that she and her husband (grandpa) owned. The kid wandered off, found a 9mm pistol and shot himself in the head. He survived, and not long after getting out of a Dallas hospital, the dad was spotted with the kid back in the bar. Child protection took custody of the kid.

The mother and dad are divorced and are now fighting for custody of the kid. The judge over the case said he didn't know how this case could get any worse but apparently it could.

The mother, now remarried, says that her ex-husband has had sex with multiple girls while the child was in the house and that there was a shotgun under the bed. She also says he has threatened to kill her.

The father of the kid says that the mother is a some-time stripper, works at a liquor store, and has a convicted sex offender in her house (her husband). The ex-husband knows this because the man is his cousin.

Grandpa is also facing charges of making a firearm accessible to a child.

What a story!

Dad Stories

2010-09-21T22:00:00.000+06:00

Old people are funny. I stumbled into the kitchen this morning and my 81 yr old Dad cranks right up. “I don’t know why our mailman just can’t get it right.” Apparently the mailman had put the next door neighbor’s mail in Dad’s box.

I didn’t take but a moment before I was hearing a story about how Dad used to ride the old mule down to the mailbox when he was a kid. He didn’t have a saddle, just a burlap bag for some padding. “That old mule had big ears, kidda like my big ears. That’s why people say I have ‘mule ears.’ The ole mule would stick his ears up high and once I snatched a plum off a tree as we passed by and tossed it into his ear. He threw me right off his back and onto the dirt trail, then headed for the house. That’s what he would do…just head for home. When he got there my Dad would come looking for me.”

I don’t have any mule stories for my kids when I get old. Guess I’ll just save some jungle stories for them. “Once I was down in the Amazon and we were drinking Ayahuasca. Everyone was purging and then this thing jumped inside me….”

Letter # 2 From Harold B. Estes

2010-09-05T20:21:00.004+06:00

I posted Harold's first letter here so it's only fitting that I post his second one.

Randy

Dear Mr. President:

This is a second letter to you. Because of the first letter I wrote to you, I got hundreds of responses asking if I would write a second letter. So I am writing again to express my concerns again as a citizen of the United States of America . I am trying not to talk down to you because you are the President of the United States even though you are not acting like it. I looked at your face on Inauguration Day. I could tell you were proud. Then you immediately started saying things publicly that indicated deep down inside you are a Muslim. You will take advantage of the office of the United States of America . In my mind you will try everything you can to influence those in Congress toward your socialist view of government. That is wrong. Our government is a free government, by the people, for the people.

Mr. President, why don’t you just decide not to run for re-election? Don’t burden yourself with the heartbreak and the real sad time it is going to cause you. I am begging the Good Lord up above to save this great country that I love and served in the United States Navy. Don’t run for re-election.

Anyway, Mr. President, for a handsome man with a lovely wife and two lovely daughters, why burden yourself with what I’ve already stated? You are not an American as you are supposed to be. A true American would never have said publicly what you have said from the office you are occupying. What I’m really writing this letter for, Mr. President, is to urge you to be an American. Don’t try to urge any of the Congressmen to change our government to a socialistic type of government.

I served 24 years in the United States Navy. I wouldn’t trade this government for any other form of government no matter how good. The United States government is envied by the world because we are a free country. A guy like you can be elected to the office of the United States President because you live in America . The Democratic Party picked you to be the presidential candidate. Low and behold you got elected! You started off saying this country was not a Christian country. You started saying things that deep down you are a Muslim and would start changing our government. One statement that you and your wife made is that our country is not a Christian country. I resent that statement and take great offense to it. I fought for this country in two wars, World War II and the Korean War, and I believe in this country with all my heart and soul. I also believe in God with all my heart.

Mr. President, I am writing this second letter primarily to do what I would want someone to do if they were writing to me. You, I know, are going to be approached by the Democrats (and especially the liberal Democrats) to run for re-election. I’ve already received some calls from Democratic liberals and I am trying to get geared up to make sure that I do everything I can to urge you to be the American that the voters want. However, Mr. President, there is one thing that I will give you. I’m almost 100 years old or will be in the next 5 years. I will be around trying to head off someone who wants to change our government no matter if he (or she) is a Republican or a Democrat. I’ll be opposed to that person and I’ll be opposed to them outright. I am proud to be an American as you should be, too. I will defend the United States of America to my last breath.

I live at Ewa Beach which is near Pearl Harbor where our men and women gave their lives for America on that day of infamy. Every day you can go to Pearl Harbor where the USS Arizona Memorial is resting over that sunken battleship. You can feel the pride and honor that is there. Then you can go to Ford Island to the base to visit the USS Missouri battleship. The Mighty Mo is dear to my heart. You see, I was the one who had the idea to bring her back to Pearl Harbor for her final resting place after she was decommissioned so she could be a tourist attraction and stand as a living memorial to all who died in World War II. She stands proudly in the harbor. It is a privilege to walk her decks, listen to the stories of her battles and stand where General MacArthur signed the declaration to end the war with the Japanese while she was in Tokyo Bay . Look at the pictures. See where the kamikaze pilot hit her side and left his mark. These are America ’s reminders of the sacrifices made by the husbands, fathers, sons, wives, mothers and daughters who gave their lives that we can be free. Please don’t ruin our American right to freedom. It was bought with a price which those of us in the military gladly and honorably gave and continue to give.

Sincerely,

Harold B. Estes

Ground Zero Mosque

2010-08-28T21:26:00.000+06:00

This is floating around the net:

If it is true that the mosque near Ground Zero is to promote tolerance; it was suggested that a gay nightclub be opened next door to the mosque. Two names suggested are;"The Turban Cowboy", and "You Mecca Me Hot". On the other side they should open a butcher shop that specializes in pork! And across the street a store that sells and displays bikinis or ladies lingerie on manikins...or live models.

Funniest thing I have seen in a long, long time

Military Intelligence

2010-08-23T04:31:00.000+06:00

“At the height of the Iraq war, the Army routinely dismissed hundreds of soldiers for having a personality disorder when they were more likely suffering from the traumatic stresses of war, discharge data suggests.”

“Under pressure from Congress and the public, the Army later acknowledged the problem and drastically cut the number of soldiers given the designation. But advocates for veterans say an unknown number of troops still unfairly bear the stigma of a personality disorder, making them ineligible for military health care and other benefits.”

ANNE FLAHERTY, Associated Press Writer Anne

So let me get this straight. You decide to join the Army and they check you out physically and mentally to make sure you qualify. Then you go through combat in a country where your actions won’t make a damn bit of a difference, you get PTSD, and the Army kicks you out for what they say is a personality disorder you had before you joined.

Can someone explain this to me?

A Heart Shocker

2010-08-04T20:57:00.001+06:00

Dear XXXX:

The results of your recent echocardiogram reveal the following:

You have mild mitral valve regurgitation. This means there is some backwards flow (reverse flow) of blood through your mitral valve.

You have trivial aortic valve regurgitation. This means there is some backwards flow (reverse flow) of blood through your aortic valve.

You have a mild cardiomyopathy. This means your heart muscle is weakened and not pumping blood as efficiently as normal.

You have pulmonary hypertension. This means the blood pressure on the right of your heart is elevated.

You have left ventricular hypertrophy. This is a thickening of the wall of your left ventricle (heart muscle).

You have tricupid regurgitation. This means your tricupid valve does not completely close.

This condition is stable and not causing any problems at this time. Rest assured that we will closely follow your condition and look for any changes.

Please continue to take your present medications and follow your provider’s instructions.

Thank you for letting XXXXX Cardiology provide for your health care.

Sincerely, XXXX, M.D.

This is a letter to my 81 year old dad from a cardiologist. It is a perfect example of why patients complain about physicians.

Let me explain this to you, Dr. XXXX. If your patient has a history of an aortic valve replacement, a sudden cardiac arrest, and a pacemaker insertion, don’t you think it would be better to take a few minutes to call and give him the results, and then follow-up with the letter? It’s a no-brainer.

Grandpa Biker

2010-07-26T07:36:00.001+06:00

My 81 year old dad riding a bike for the first time in 50 years. Video by my 16 year old niece, Lindsay.

Bumper Sticker Removal Kit

2010-07-21T09:55:00.000+06:00

Liberals and the Second Amendment

2010-07-12T00:56:00.000+06:00

"Those who fight against Second Amendment rights cite statistics about gun violence, as if such numbers are evidence enough that our rights should be restricted. But Chicago and Washington DC, the two cities from which came the most recent Supreme Court decisions on Second Amendment rights, had some of the most restrictive laws in the nation, and also some of the highest rates of violent crime. Clearly, such restrictions do not correlate with preventing crime."
http://www.dailykos.com/storyonly/2010/7/4/881431/-Why-liberals-should-love-the-Second-Amendment

Ayahuasca in My Blood

2010-07-09T03:56:00.006+06:00

This is the best book I have ever read in my life, period. Read it even if you have no idea what Ayahuasca is. Peter Gorman takes you to the Amazon in a way no one else can, short of actually being there.

http://www.ayahuasca.com/spirit/bloodletting-with-peter-gorman

Native American Code of Ethics

2010-07-05T07:19:00.001+06:00

1. Rise with the sun to pray. Pray alone. Pray often. The Great Spirit will listen, if you only speak...

2. Be tolerant of those who are lost on their path. Ignorance, conceit, anger, jealousy and greed stem from a lost soul. Pray that they will find guidance...

3. Search for yourself, by yourself. Do not allow others to make your path for you. It is your road, and yours alone. Others may walk it with you, but no one can walk it for you...

4. Treat the guests in your home with much consideration. Serve them the best food, give them the best bed and treat them with respect and honor...

5. Do not take what is not yours whether from a person, a community, the wilderness or from a culture. It was not earned nor given. It is not yours...

6. Respect all things that are placed upon this earth, whether it be people or plant...

7. Honor other people's thoughts, wishes and words. Never interrupt another or mock or rudely mimic them. Allow each person the right to personal expression...

8. Never speak of others in a bad way. The negative energy that you put out into the universe will multiply when it returns to you...

9. All persons make mistakes. And all mistakes can be forgiven...

10. Bad thoughts cause illness of the mind, body and spirit. Practice optimism...

11. Nature is not FOR us, it is a PART of us. They are part of your worldly family...

12. Children are the seeds of our future. Plant love in their hearts and water them with wisdom and life's lessons. When they are grown, give them space to grow...

13. Avoid hurting the hearts of others. The poison of your pain will return to you...

14. Be truthful at all times. Honesty is the test of one's will within this universe...

15. Keep yourself balanced. Your Mental self, Spiritual self, Emotional self, and Physical self, all need to be strong, pure and healthy. Work out the body to strengthen the mind. Grow rich in spirit to cure emotional ails...

16. Make conscious decisions as to who you will be and how you will react. Be responsible for your own actions...

17. Respect the privacy and personal space of others. Do not touch the personal property of others, especially sacred and religious objects. This is forbidden...

18. Be true to yourself first. You cannot nurture and help others if you can not nurture and help yourself first...

19. Respect others religious beliefs. Do not force your belief on others...

20. Share your good fortune with others. Participate in charity...
Courtesy of Native Time Warriors: Native American Code of Ethics

I Love America!

2010-06-29T04:09:00.001+06:00

The Supreme Court held Monday that Americans have the right to own a gun for self-defense anywhere they live, expanding the conservative court's embrace of gun rights since John Roberts became Chief Justice.

That's good news since I just arrived back in the states.

Obama Sign in Marshall, Texas

2010-06-05T12:26:00.000+06:00

Super Sexy CPR

2010-05-19T17:41:00.000+06:00

Super Sexy CPR from Super Sexy CPR on Vimeo.

No Treat From Obama

2010-05-17T14:19:00.000+06:00

A Note From The Wife

2010-05-16T06:57:00.004+06:00

I'm in Okinawa for a 2.5 month stay so have missed most of the excitement back hone in Bangkok. I thought I'd share this note from my wife with you.

Hello from the war zone!

I had to go in for 2 doctor appointments this morning. The hospital I usually use is totally blocked off by the Red Shirts, so I had to go to Bumrungrad Hospital instead.

So, I called for a taxi. Most of them don't speak much English, but they know my address, so just came to pick me up early - around 9 am. When I got in the taxi, I handed them the card showing this hospital name. The driver stopped on the side of the road and said, "Oh, no, no, no go to Bumrungrad," while he made shooting motions. I told him, it's okay and said I'd call the hospital. The hospital talked to him and he was okay.

I said, "Okay???" He said, "Madam okay and taxi okay. We all okay." But he was very nervous, which was a good thing. I knew he wouldn't take any chances.

He was okay until we passed Rama IV - that's where the main stage for the Red Shirts is set up. I looked and had my camera ready, but we couldn't see anything from the interstate. Then he went to the exit the hospital told him to take (we had to go a long way around, instead of the straight way we usually go). He got serious. He turned off the radio and sat up straight and kept taking deep breaths. It was kind of funny, but I was a little nervous, myself. We went down the ramp and he said, "Oh no. Oh no. Ahhhhh police. Okay...Police." They were lined up in a row, but no Red Shirts in sight. They were very calm and had their guns at their sides... nothing happening then.

We turned into the hospital drive and he stopped and just let out the biggest sigh ever! I gave him a hundred baht tip -- he thanked me over and over.

After my hospital visit, I went to a school party (also in Bangkok). I looked (trying to take more pics), but nothing in sight. Went to party and just got home with no problems. But I hear they have 6 more bystanders who have died. They said tourist come into town and just stand there watching right where all the fighting is... that's crazy. About 4 motorcycle taxis went by my taxi carrying guys wearing flack jackets that said "Press" on the back.

I went to the beauty shop last weekend (I think most of you saw my pics of the barricades) and things were very calm. Red Shirts waving and saying hello to us on one side and police doing the same on the other side. This weekend, that area is all under siege... they have moved their arena outward. The Thai military has sent in helicopters and snipers. It's going to get worse, I'm afraid. My boss lives in that block where we went to the beauty shop and now he can't go home. They have blocked the route to his house and the govt has cut the electricity & water.

Anyway, I'm fine, but will be very happy to leave Thailand on the 9th.

Karen

Dog For Sale

2010-04-22T06:41:00.000+06:00

Free to good home. Excellent guard dog. Owner cannot afford to feed him anymore, as there are no more drug pushers, thieves, murderers, or molesters left in the neighborhood for him to eat. Most of them knew Jethro only by his Oriental street name, Ho Lee Schitt.

Rice

2010-04-17T12:44:00.004+06:00

Apparently it doesn't take much to excite me, especially since I do nothing here in Okinawa but study. Anyway, these little one serving packages of rice are the coolest things I've seen in a long time. Just throw it in the microwave for 2 minutes and you're ready. See the little hole near the top right? It just pops open in the microwave so you don't even have to puncture the bag. I have several different kinds of pre-packaged foods that I like to heat up and mix with the rice. They also are better than anything I've run across yet. Just about as good as homemade!

Hello From Okinawa

2010-03-29T11:52:00.003+06:00

I'll be in Okinawa for five months so let's start off with a little local sign near my apartment.

Bangkok Toilet

2010-03-28T13:28:00.002+06:00

It's less than a dime but I see a couple problems. First, it's outside the stall, and second, how do you know how much you'll need?

Milk Gravy and Biscuits

2010-03-19T16:54:00.002+06:00

Every now and them my wife, Karen, reminds me that I could "woo" her anytime as she likes it a lot. So today, I sent some flowers to her workplace with "just because" written on the card.

Then, I planned to cook some homemade biscuits and milk gravy, something I'd never done before, for supper tonight. Apparently, I can't even read directions because I didn't put enough milk in the biscuit dough. That was easily corrected though.

The milk gravy turned out to be a work of art...until I added the chopped up hard-boiled egg and was reminded that she didn't like eggs in her gravy. I'd already put the giblets aside to put in my gravy but didn't think about her not liking eggs.

The biscuits turned out to look so pretty, but after taking a bite I got hit with the realization that the recipe called for 2 teaspoons of baking soda, not 2 tablespoons!

Anyway, there's a good Thai restaurant down the street. After that, I took her to 7-11 where we sat on the front steps, ate ice cream and watched the local traffic.

Karen keeps talking about the biscuits her grandmother used to whip up. I would have liked for my grandmother to show me how to cook biscuits and gravy. I'm sorry, but all I remember my grandmother doing is sitting on the front porch in her rocker talking to aliens. That's why my mother always said to keep her away from the kitchen knives.

Canadian Passport

2010-03-14T07:16:00.004+06:00

Actual letter to the Canadian Passport office

Dear Mr. Minister, I'm in the process of renewing my passport, and still cannot believe this. How is it that Radio Shack has my address and telephone number and knows that I bought a t.v. cable from them back in 1997, and yet, the Federal Government is still asking me where I was born. And on what date. For Christ sakes, do you guys do this by hand? My birth date you have on my social insurance card, and it is on all the income tax forms I've filed for the past 30 years. It is on my health insurance card, my driver's' license, on the last eight goddamn passports I've had, on all those stupid customs declaration forms I've had to fill out before being allowed off the planes over the last 30 years, and all those insufferable census forms that are done at election times. Would somebody please Take note, once and for all, that my mother's name is Maryanne, my father's name is Robert and I'd be absolutely astounded if that ever changed between now and when I die!!!!!! SHIT! I apologize, Mr. Minister. I'm really pissed off this morning. Between you and me, I've had enough of this bullshit! You send the application to my house, then you ask me for my fuckin' address. What is going on? You have a gang of Neanderthal assholes workin' there! Look at my damn picture. Do I look like Bin Laden? I don't want to dig up Yasser Arafat, for shit sakes. I just want to go and park my ass on a sandy beach. And would someone please tell me, why would you give a shit whether I plan on visiting a farm in the next 15 days? If I ever got the urge to do something weird to a chicken or a goat, believe you me, I'd sure as hell not want to tell anyone! Well, I have to go now, 'cause I have to go to the other end of the city and get another fucking copy of my birth certificate, to the tune of $60!!! Would it be so cmplicated to have all the services in the same spot to assist in the issuance of a new passport the same day?? Nooooo, that'd be too damn easy and maybe make sense. You'd rather have us running all over the fuckin place like chickens with our heads cut off, then find some asshole to confirm that it's really me on the Goddamn picture - you know, the one where we're not allowed to smile?! (fuckin' morons) Hey, you know why we can't smile? We're totally pissed off!

Signed - An Irate fucking Canadian Citizen. P.S. Remember what I said above about the picture and getting someone to confirm that it's me? Well, my family has been in this country since 1776 when one of my forefathers took up arms against the Americans. I have served in the military for something over 30 years and have had security clearances up the yingyang. I was aide de camp to the lieutenant governor of our province for ten years and I have been doing volunteer work for the RCMP for about five years. However, I have to get someone 'important' to verify who I am - you know, someone like my doctor WHO WAS BORN AND RAISED IN COMMUNIST fucking CHINA!!!

Sad Indeed, Mr. President

2010-03-11T17:19:00.001+06:00

College Student Shoots Home Invader

2010-03-04T06:02:00.003+06:00

College student shoots home invader, saves 10 lives.

Yet another reason to keep a gun in the house . . .

Several months ago, in the notoriously dangerous neighborhood of College Park in Atlanta, Georgia, two armed criminals broke into a house party of students.

After confiscating the group's valuables, the invaders split the men and women up into different rooms.

Witnesses say the perpetrators then counted their rounds and discussed if they had "enough" ammunition.

The students believe the gunmen were going to rape and murder the entire group of students, who were celebrating a birthday at the end of the semester.

However, one male student, whose identity is being protected by police and local media, retrieved a handgun from his backpack and fired at the thug who was detaining the men.

(That is: One smart student had prepared for a night in College Park, Atlanta.)

The criminal fled the apartment under the threat of injury and never returned.

The student, continuing on into the girls' room, found the other thug, 23-year-old Calvin Lavant, preparing to rape his first victim.

The student exchanged gunfire with Lavant, lethally wounding him in the process. Lavant fled through a window and died in front of his apartment, only one building away.

One of the female students was injured during the exchange, but doctors expect a full and complete recovery.

So what's the point?

A student saved the girls from rape, and saved the whole group of 10 people (including himself) from murder . . . and he did it with a handgun.

This is a perfect example of how ludicrous "big city gun laws" are. What if this had happened in New York, Chicago, or any of the other big cities that criminalize their citizens' self defense?

Yes, we would be reading an entirely different story -- one so horrendous that we would shudder at the very words.

Either this whole group of friends would have been raped and murdered by these two sorry excuses for human beings . . . or the hero of this story would be facing prison time for firearm possession and murder.

Thankfully, however, Atlanta hasn't outlawed self-defense yet. And since someone had a gun and was willing to use it, innocent life was preserved.

Congratulations to the unnamed hero of this story. You saved your friends' lives.

In Liberty,

Dudley Brown
Executive Director
National Association for Gun Rights

The Best Cranial Nerve Mnemonic

2010-02-16T13:46:00.000+06:00

Government For The People

2010-02-15T19:29:00.002+06:00

It's a slow day in a little East Texas town. The sun is beating down,
and the streets are deserted. Times are tough, everybody is in debt,
and everybody lives on credit.

On this particular day a rich tourist from back east is driving through
town. He stops at the motel and lays a $100 bill on the desk saying he wants to inspect the rooms upstairs in order to pick one to spend the night.

As soon as the man walks upstairs, the owner grabs the bill and runs next door to pay his debt to the butcher.

The butcher takes the $100 and runs down the street to retire his debt to the pig farmer.

The pig farmer takes the $100 and heads off to pay his bill at the supplier of feed and fuel.

The guy at the Farmer's Co-op takes the $100 and runs to pay his debt to the local prostitute, who has also been facing hard times and has had to offer her "services" on credit.

The hooker rushes to the hotel and pays off her room bill with the hotel owner.

The hotel proprietor then places the $100 back on the counter so the rich traveler will not suspect anything.

At that moment the traveler comes down the stairs, picks up the $100 bill, states that the rooms are not satisfactory, pockets the money, and leaves town.

No one produced anything. No one earned anything.

However, the whole town is now out of debt and now looks to the future with great optimism.

And that, ladies and gentlemen, is how the United States Government is conducting business today.

Thailand Cops

2010-02-07T12:39:00.002+06:00

Normally I don't wear a helmet when riding my scooter around the neighborhood but today, after riding the sidewalk down to Big C for some KFC, Karen didn't want to endure the broken sidewalk ride back home. So, we get on the main road for a smooth ride home and sure enough we were stopped by a police roadblock.

I made gestures like "my head is too big and I can't find a helmet big enough" while the cop is saying something in Thai. I pull out my wallet, which excites him as he doesn't want anyone to see that I have it open like I'm paying a bribe or something. There's only 100 bhat inside, about $3.00. He keeps marking on his ticket pad like he's writing a ticket and points to the 2,000 bhat ($66.00) figure he's written down. I can see there's a lot of marks on his pad where he's been scribbling for other "customers" like he's written a bunch of tickets.

Finally, I palm the 100 bhat and put my hand on the handlebar nearest him. He places his hand over mine while he points with his other hand to the police truck down the road and our "transaction" takes place smoothly.

Free and clear now, we take off down the road, all my other money safely hidden in another pocket!

Sneaky Bush

2010-02-07T08:04:00.006+06:00

As you may know, after the Fort Hood attack, former President George W. Bush and his wife, Laura showed up unannounced to visit the injured soldiers at the hospital. However, as you can read below, there's allegedly more to the story.

I sent my cousin in Fayetteville , N.C. (retired from Special Forces) that picture of George W. visiting the wounded at Ft. Hood ...I got this reply:

What is even better is the fact George W. Bush heard about Fort Hood, got in his car without any escort, apparently they did not have time to react, and drove to Fort Hood. He was stopped at the gate and the guard could not believe who he had just stopped. Bush only asked for directions to the hospital, then drove on. The gate guard called that "The president is on "Fort Hood and driving to the hospital." The base went bananas looking for Obama. When they found it was Bush they immediately offered escort and Bush simply told them to be quiet and let him visit the wounded and the dependents of the dead. He stayed at Fort Hood for over six hours and was finally asked to leave by a message from the White House. Obama flew in a few days later and held a "photo" session in a gym and did not even go to the hospital. All this I picked up from two soldiers here who happened to be at Fort Hood when it happened.

Respectfully,

Dion Thomas DeNault
Psychology AA
Social Science Education AA
Disabled American Veteran

The Reflective Practitioner

2010-02-02T08:27:00.002+06:00

"In the varied topography of professional practice, there is a high, hard ground where practitioners can make effective use of research-based theory and technique, and there is a swampy lowland where situations are confusing 'messes' incapable of technical solution. The difficulty is that the problems of the high ground, however great their technical interest, are often relatively unimportant to clients or to the larger society, while in the swamp are the problems of greatest human concern. Shall the practitioner stay on the high, hard ground where he can practice rigorously, as he understands rigor, but where he is constrained to deal with problems of relatively little social importance? Or shall he descend to the swamp where he can engage the most important and challenging problems if he is willing to forsake technical rigor?"
- Donald Schon

America Rising

2010-01-22T09:28:00.000+06:00

Help Haiti

2010-01-21T06:39:00.005+06:00

International Medical Corps is a global, humanitarian, nonprofit organization, founded by volunteer doctors and nurses and dedicated to saving lives and relieving suffering through relief and development programs. Our emergency response team is in Haiti responding in force and I would like to ask for your help to get the word out. There are still thousands of patients seeking treatment of which approximately 80% are in need of surgery and are running out of time - especially with the tremendous aftershocks still devastating this country. The team is treating crush injuries, trauma, substantial wound care, shock and other critical cases with the few available supplies - And they're in it for the long haul.

Please visit the below link or text "Haiti" to 85944.

http://www.imcworldwide.org/haiti

What is The Nobel Peace Prize Now Worth?

2010-01-15T08:41:00.006+06:00

On May 12, 2008 a 98 year-old lady named Irena Sendler died. During WWII, Irena got permission to work in the Warsaw Ghetto, as a Plumbing/Sewer specialist. She had an 'ulterior motive.' As a German she knew what the Nazi's plans were for the Jews. Irena smuggled infants out in the bottom of the tool box she carried and in a burlap sack in the back of her truck she smuggled larger kids. She also had a dog in the truck that she trained to bark when the Nazi soldiers let her in and out of the ghetto. The soldiers of course wanted nothing to do with the dog and the barking covered the kids/infants noises.

During her time of doing this, she managed to smuggle out and save 2500 kids/infants. She was caught, and the Nazi's broke both her feet and legs, and beat her severely. She was to be executed but she bribed her guards and they dropped her off in the forest and listed her as dead.

Irena kept a record of the names of all the kids she smuggled out and kept them in a glass jar, buried under a tree in her back yard. After the war, she tried to locate any parents that may have survived it and reunited the family. Most had been gassed. Those kids she helped got placed into foster family homes or adopted.

In 2007 Irena was nominated for the Nobel Peace Prize. Al Gore won that year...for a slide show on global warming.

Now, Obama has won...for what he has yet to do.

Fricking amazing!

Shooting Advice Words Of Wisdom

2010-01-13T17:16:00.003+06:00

Clint Smith, Director of Thunder Ranch, is part drill instructor and part standup comic (Thunder Ranch is a firearms training facility in Arizona). Here are a few of his observation on tactics, firearms, self defense and life as we know it in the civilized world.

"The most important rule in a gunfight is: Always win and cheat if necessary."

"Don't forget, incoming fire has the right of way."

"Make your attacker advance through a wall of bullets. You may get killed with your own gun, but he'll have to beat you to death with it, cause it's going to be empty."

"If you're not shootin', you should be loadin. If you're not loadin', you should be movin, if you're not movin, someone's gonna cut your head off and put it on a stick."

"When you reload in low light encounters, don't put your flashlight in your back pocket. If you light yourself up, you'll look like an angel or the tooth fairy... and you're gonna be one of 'em pretty soon."

"Do something. It may be wrong, but do something."

"Shoot what's available, as long as it's available, until something else becomes available."

"If you carry a gun, people will call you paranoid. That's ridiculous. If you have a gun, what in the hell do you have to be paranoid for."

"Don't shoot fast, unless you also shoot good."

"You can say 'stop' or 'alto' or use any other word you think will work, but I've found that a large bore muzzle pointed at someone's head is pretty much the universal language."

"You have the rest of your life to solve your problems. How long you live depends on how well you do it."

"You cannot save the planet but you may be able to save yourself and your family."

"Thunder Ranch will be here as long as you'll have us or until someone makes us go away, and either way, it will be exciting."

More Excellent Gun Wisdom.......

The purpose of fighting is to win. There is no possible victory in defense. The sword is more important than the shield, and skill is more important than either. The final weapon is the brain. All else is supplemental.

1. Don't pick a fight with an old man. If he is too old to fight, he'll just kill you.

2. If you find yourself in a fair fight, your tactics suck.

3. I carry a gun cause a cop is too heavy.

4. When seconds count, the cops are just minutes away.

5. A reporter did a human-interest piece on the Texas Rangers. The reporter recognized the Colt Model 1911 the Ranger was carrying and asked him "Why do you carry a 45?" The Ranger responded, "Because they don't make a 46."

6. An armed man will kill an unarmed man with monotonous regularity.

7. The old sheriff was attending an awards dinner when a lady commented on his wearing his sidearm. "Sheriff, I see you have your pistol. Are you expecting trouble?" "No ma'am. If I were expecting trouble, I would have brought my rifle."

8. Beware of the man who only has one gun, because he probably knows how to use it very well.

"The true soldier fights not because he hates what is in front of him, but because he loves what is behind him." G. K. Chesterton

Congressman Mike Rogers on Health Care Reform

2010-01-09T17:51:00.000+06:00

To a Small Town Doctor

2010-01-02T15:50:00.003+06:00

January 2, 2010

Dr. Jack Grindle
XXXXXXXXXXXX St.
Mansfield, LA 71052

Dear Dr. Grindle,

I’ve been meaning to write you throughout the years but never did. I heard you were present at the scene when my brother, Kenny was killed in a head-on crash with a timber truck. I’m glad you were able to be there, thank you.

I think about you often and how much I learned from you when I was an orderly at De Soto General Hospital. It has certainly helped me as a nurse. You were one of the rare breeds of physicians and surgeons. Even though I never went to medical school (too lazy and poor), I did do ok in nursing and I’ve had an interesting life, both in the states and abroad. I’ve also trained as a Zen Shiatsu therapist and most fun of all, as a shaman. I’ll be 59 in a few weeks and I’m still going to school! In August I’ll finish my training as a psychiatric nurse practitioner. My wife doesn’t know what to do with me!

My first day at work at De Soto General is still very clear to me. I remember clocking out and staying over almost 24 hours because I was fascinated by health care. I was told not to do that again, ha, ha! I still also remember you showing me procedures and surgeries.

So, I wish you the best this New Year. I will be in Chicago in February and then heading down to see family. (Mom died December 23rd at 82.) If possible I’d like to stop by and see you also. Just let me know.

All the best,

Randy

Note: I received a reply from Dr. Grindle who at the age of 86 is still working as a Coroner! I'll visit him when I go to the states in February.

Headstone

2009-12-31T11:21:00.000+07:00

From the grave of N. Grigsby who died April 16, 1890 in Harper Co Kansas:

“Through this inscription I wish to enter my dying protest against what is called the Democratic party. I have watched it closely since the days of Jackson and know that all misfortunes of our nation has come to it through this so called party therefore beware of this party of treason.”

People knew even back then??

Here Kitty, Kitty.

2009-12-29T15:39:00.003+07:00

You might run with the with the big dogs, but I play with the big cats! Note that this kitty is not drugged and is in a nice big enclosure.

Dear Mr. President

2009-12-28T01:54:00.001+07:00

Dear Mr. President,

As a soldier in combat how motivated should I be to die (for whatever cause) when this war will be over in 18 months?

Sincerely,

An American soldier

I Like This

2009-12-19T18:32:00.002+07:00

Fron a friend: I am sending this to my e-mail list and that includes conservatives, liberals, and everybody in between. Even though we disagree on a number of issues, I count all of you as friends. My friend and neighbor wants to promote a "Congressional Reform Act of 2010." It would contain eight provisions, all of which would probably be strongly endorsed by those who drafted the Constitution and the Bill of Rights.

I know many of you will say, "this is impossible." Let me remind you, Congress has the lowest approval of any entity in Government, now is the time when Americans can join together to reform Congress - the entity that "represents" us.

We need to get a Senator to introduce this bill in the U.S. Senate and a Representative to introduce a similar bill in the U.S. House. These people will become American hero's.

Thanks,

A Fellow American

***********************************
Congressional Reform Act of 2010

1. Term Limits: 12 years only, one of the possible options below.

A. Two Six year Senate terms
B. Six Two year House terms
C. One Six year Senate term and three Two Year House terms

Serving in Congress is an honor, not a career. The Founding Fathers envisioned citizen legislators, serve your term(s), then go home and back to work.

2. No Tenure / No Pension:

A congressman collects a salary while in office and receives no pay when they are out of office.

Serving in Congress is an honor, not a career. The Founding Fathers envisioned citizen legislators, serve your term(s), then go home and back to work.

3. Congress (past, present & future) participates in Social Security:

All funds in the Congressional retirement fund moves to the Social Security system immediately.

All future funds flow into the Social Security system, Congress participates with the American people.

Serving in Congress is an honor, not a career. The Founding Fathers envisioned citizen legislators, server your term(s), then go home and back to work.

4. Congress can purchase their own retirement plan just as all Americans.

Serving in Congress is an honor, not a career. The Founding Fathers envisioned citizen legislators, serve your term(s), then go home and back to work.

5. Congress will no longer vote themselves a pay raise. Congressional pay will rise by the lower of CPI or 3%.

Serving in Congress is an honor, not a career. The Founding Fathers envisioned citizen legislators, serve your term(s), then go home and back to work.

6. Congress looses their current health care system and participates in the same health care system as the American people.

Serving in Congress is an honor, not a career. The Founding Fathers envisioned citizen legislators, serve your term(s), then go home and back to work.

7. Congress must equally abide by all laws they impose on the American people.

Serving in Congress is an honor, not a career. The Founding Fathers envisioned citizen legislators, serve your term(s), then go home and back to work.

8. All contracts with past and present congressmen are void effective 1/1/2011.

The American people did not make this contract with congressmen, congressmen made all these contracts for themselves.

Serving in Congress is an honor, not a career. The Founding Fathers envisioned citizen legislators, serve your term(s), then go home and back to work.

Bangkok Biking

2009-12-09T11:59:00.003+07:00

Biking in Bangkok is not without it's perils, even though I bike in a relatively quiet area. There's the expected, other bikes, motorcycles, and cars who might miss you by inches. It's the unexpected that can really surprise you...like a St. Bernard puppy.

I'm zipping along this morning when I look to my left to see why this lady is banging a bowl on her fence. At the same time I see this fur ball running directly in my path heading to his food bowl. I don't know if I hit both brakes at once or just my front brake. I do know that the real wheel on a bike can reach heights greater than your head when the front wheel stops moving. The view of your handlebars in that position is also very interesting. Anyway, I fell off my pedals and hopped a few steps, keeping control of my bike, and the rear end landed where I was originally headed. I'm happy to report that I missed the St. Bernard puppy and my banged up right knee feels better now. I think my nads will be ok also.

Listen to Harold

2009-11-23T10:19:00.002+07:00

This is a letter from a friend of ours in Hawaii. Harold is 95 years old and a WWII veteran. This venerable and much honored WW II vet is well known in Hawaii for his seventy-plus years of service to patriotic organizations and causes all over the country. A humble man without a political bone in his body, he has never spoken out before about a government official, until now. He dictated this letter to a friend, signed it and mailed it to the president.

Dear President Obama,

My name is Harold Estes, approaching 95 on December 13 of this year. People meeting me for the first time don't believe my age because I remain wrinkle free and pretty much mentally alert. I enlisted in the U.S. Navy in 1934 and served proudly before, during and after WW II retiring as a Master Chief Bos'n Mate. Now I live in a "rest home" located on the western end of Pearl Harbor allowing me to keep alive the memories of 23 years of service to my country.

One of the benefits of my age, perhaps the only one, is to speak my mind, blunt and direct even to the head man. So here goes.

I am amazed, angry and determined not to see my country die before I do but you seem hell bent not to grant me that wish. I can't figure out what country you are the president of. You fly around the world telling our friends and enemies despicable lies like: " We're no longer a Christian nation;" " America is arrogant" - (Your wife even announced to the world, " America is mean- spirited. " Please tell her to try preaching that nonsense to 23 generations of our war dead buried all over the globe who died for no other reason than to free a whole lot of strangers from tyranny and hopelessness.)

I'd say shame on the both of you but I don't think you like America nor do I see an ounce of gratefulness in anything you do for the obvious gifts this country has given you. To be without shame or gratefulness is a dangerous thing for a man sitting in the White House.

After 9/11 you said," America hasn't lived up to her ideals." Which ones did you mean? Was it the notion of personal liberty that 11,000 farmers and shopkeepers died for to win independence from the British? Or maybe the ideal that no man should be a slave to another man that 500,000 men died for in the Civil War? I hope you didn't mean the ideal 470,000 fathers, brothers, husbands, and a lot of fellas I knew personally died for in WWII, because we felt real strongly about not letting any nation push us around because we stand for freedom.

I don't think you mean the ideal that says equality is better than discrimination. You know the one that a whole lot of white people understood when they helped to get you elected.

Take a little advice from a very old geezer, young man. Shape up and start acting like an American. If you don't, I'll do what I can to see you get shipped out of that fancy rental on Pennsylvania Avenue . You were elected to lead not to bow, apologize and kiss the hands of murderers and corrupt leaders who still treat their people like slaves.

And just who do you think you are telling the American people not to jump to conclusions and condemn that Muslim major who killed 13 of his fellow soldiers and wounded dozens more. You mean you don't want us to do what you did when that white cop used force to subdue that black college professor in Massachusetts who was putting up a fight? You don't mind offending the police calling them stupid but you don't want us to offend Muslim fanatics by calling them what they are, terrorists.

One more thing, I realize you never served in the military and never had to defend your country with your life but you're the Commander-in-Chief now, son. Do your job. When your battle-hardened field General asks you for 40,000 more troops to complete the mission, give them to him. But if you're not in this fight to win, then get out. The life of one American soldier is not worth the best political strategy you're thinking of.

You could be our greatest president because you face the greatest challenge ever presented to any president. You're not going to restore American greatness by bringing back our bloated economy. That's not our greatest threat. Losing the heart and soul of who we are as Americans is our big fight now. And I sure as hell don't want to think my president is the enemy in this final battle.

Sincerely,

Harold B. Estes

Hong Kong at Dusk

2009-11-16T23:49:00.003+07:00

Place your cursor at the top of the photo. You will notice it is 6:10 PM.

Bring the mouse down slowly over the photo without pressing the button on the mouse. Do not right or left click.

Night time appears, the lights come on, and at 7:40 PM, it's dark!

http://61226.com/share/hk.swf

Now You Know How They Probably Did It

2009-11-11T13:18:00.001+07:00

Book em, Dano!

2009-10-29T13:00:00.002+07:00

Recently I read in a nursing forum where a person went into Barnes & Nobles to purchase nursing text books. She discovered they were behind the counter. Reason? The manager said the nursing books get stolen five times more often than any other book, except for the Bible! Other medical and health books tended to have a low rate of theft in this store.

According to this poster, the manager said that nursing students would take books from the shelf and study them in the coffee area. Normally this was not a problem until students started highlighting, marking, answering practice tests, and tearing pages out of the books!

What the heck is going on? Nurses rank about the highest in ethical standards. Is it nurses doing this or is the economy so bad people are reading up on how to take care of themselves?

The Jungle Effect

2009-10-27T14:55:00.004+07:00

Normally I don't do book reviews but this is a good one. It's "The Jungle Effect: A Doctor Discovers the Healthiest Diets from Around the World-Why They Work and How to Bring Them Home."

Dr. Miller checks out parts of the world where there are the lowest incidences of certain diseases (cold spots) and travels there to see what the locals are eating. It's a good read and it's not your typical diet book. There are only 14 days worth of recipes, enough for most people.

So if you want to lose weight and stay healthy, check out this book. Dr. Miller's web site is http://drdaphne.com/

Bangladesh

2009-10-06T14:50:00.003+07:00

One of the reasons my wife and I left Dhaka in June 2009 after four years there was the premonition that something catastrophic was going to happen. I still have that feeling and have seen a big crack in the ground. With all the earthquakes happening in the Pacific, I'm hoping Bangladesh will not be next.

Hope all my friends there stay prepared.

Maple Leaf Thanksgiving Ball

2009-10-04T09:51:00.000+07:00

Karen and I went to the Maple Leaf Thanksgiving Ball last night. In case you don't know this is a Canadian get together. It was great having a real thanksgiving meal. We even had a turkey per table. Everyone was dressed in tuxs and brand new gowns, except for my sharp-dressed friend who wore a Scottish kilt. As usual I dressed to impress with brown natural linen British India pants, a speckled British India shirt, Josef Seibel shoes, Murano socks, a Timex watch, Mercedes eyeglasses, and since it was a special occasion for some people, I wore kangaroo pouch Jockey shorts. We were driven to this event by Emma, an English-speaking owner of a Thai taxi company, in a fine Volvo.

Thanks, all you Canadians.

Conservatives Versus Liberals

2009-10-03T08:55:00.002+07:00

The Difference:

If conservatives don’t like guns, they don’t buy one. If a liberal doesn’t like guns, then no one should have one.

If conservatives are vegetarian, they don’t eat meat. If liberals are, they want to ban all meat products for everyone.

If a conservative sees a foreign threat, he thinks about how to defeat his enemy. A liberal wonders how to surrender gracefully and still look good.

If a conservative is homosexual, he quietly enjoys his life. If a liberal is homosexual, they loudly demand legislated respect.

If a black man or Hispanic is conservative, they see themselves as independently successful. Their liberal counterparts see themselves as victims in need of government protection.

If a conservative is down-and-out, he thinks about how to better his situation. A liberal wonders who is going to take care of him.

If a conservative doesn’t like a talk show host, he switches channels. Liberals demand that those they don’t like be shut down.

If a conservative is a non-believer, he doesn’t go to church. A liberal wants all churches to be silenced.

If a conservative decides he needs health care, he goes about shopping for it, or may choose a job that provides it. A liberal demands that his neighbors pay for his.

Sometimes You Just Need a Good Laugh

2009-09-28T08:53:00.000+07:00

A Spell is Cast

2009-09-24T22:57:00.003+07:00

Once upon a time a spell was cast upon people across the land. The spell made people believe we are separate beings with no connection with each other and no connection with nature or the rest of life.

The spell continued with the belief that anything we could not see, hear, feel, smell, or taste with our ordinary senses did not exist.

And the spell caused people to believe that only humans had a soul which a punishing God judged the nature of.

Happiness only came from financial gain, collecting material objects, and having power over people, the animal world, and all of nature.

The spell also set the belief that individuals were not creative and their role was to behave and conform to society.

The effect of this spell put people to sleep. They forgot about the beauty of life and their own soul’s purpose. The light went out of people’s eyes as the old knowledge of how to talk to nature was forgotten. Empty gazes and looks of fear and desperation replaced the light.

The veils between the worlds closed down. Magical thinking was replaced by reductionistic thinking. The magic was gone along with people’s souls.

These were dark times indeed.

If this spell sounds familiar it should.

It was cast upon the human race before our parents’ lifetime.

It has caused great despair, violence toward each other, and a dishonoring of life and our environment.

- Sandra Ingerman

Mr. President, A History Lesson For You

2009-09-10T09:13:00.001+07:00

This cartoon was in the Chicago Tribune in 1934. Look carefully at the plan of action in the lower left corner.

A Tale of Two Studies

2009-09-09T13:37:00.001+07:00

Nondrinkers were found to have fewer friends and to be "less socially well-adjusted" than drinkers, which may explain why they are more likely to suffer from depression, researchers say.

Skinny thighs were linked to an early death in a Danish study. People whose thighs were less than 18 inches in circumference were more than twice as likely to die within 12 years as those with fatter thighs, according to a Danish study of more than 1,800 people.

Wonder if the skinny chicks need to drink more?

Thai Names

2009-09-06T18:30:00.006+07:00

Many Thai people have really long names. However, their parents can give them a nickname (which can be changed at any time) and most do not even know their real name. Here are some nicknames I know about:

Babe, Pro (not touching this one), Tiger, Powie, Milk (sweet?), ZaZa, Poom, Pe Pe (ok), and Oil (slippery little thing!).

We used a driver once named "Wat" (pronounced "What"). When we met him my wife asked, "What's your name?" He replied, "Yes." It went downhill from that point but we finally caught on.

Some other favorites are "Oom" (probably a meditator); "Porn" (lot's of porn around here); "Ya" (love the short names); and "Lck" (pronounced "Lick").

I'll update when I get another list.

I Saved a Life Today

2009-08-31T16:51:00.003+07:00

The lid was off my trash can so when I went to replace it I saw a rat inside, struggling to stay alive in about 6 inches of water. With only his nose and eyeballs barely above water, I could see he was about to give it up. I poured him out on the street and he slowly carried his half dead self away.

Maybe I'm Buddhist...

Are You a Drunk?

2009-08-25T14:54:00.001+07:00

One short simple question effectively identified patients with unhealthy alcohol use.

In a study conducted in a primary care clinic at a Boston hospital researchers attempted to validate the following single-question alcohol screening test that is recommended by the National Institute on Alcohol Abuse and Alcoholism (NIAAA): "How many times in the past year have you had X or more drinks in a day?" (X is 5 for men and 4 for women). A response of one time or more was considered positive for unhealthy alcohol use.

Smith PC et al. Primary care validation of a single-question alcohol screening test. J Gen Intern Med 2009 Jul; 24:78

While I Was Away

2009-08-15T07:14:00.005+07:00

As a person who travels a lot, this video is priceless!

Pull The Plug On Grandma

2009-08-15T06:12:00.003+07:00

I’m a registered nurse and although I haven’t worked in a hospital for four years I can tell you what I saw a lot. Grandma signs a “Do Not Resuscitate” (DNR) order when she was healthy. Then she has a stroke and spends a few years paralyzed in a nursing home. One day she chokes on her jello and is admitted to the hospital. She develops pneumonia and goes downhill rapidly and is admitted to ICU. Even though Grandma is little more than a “vegetable” her family changes the DNR and wants everything possible done to save dear old Grandma. After weeks in the ICU, while Grandma is rotting from the inside out, her family still has hopes that she will one day be the vibrant self she once was. Guess how much her care is costing? You don’t really want to know!

Once I sign my DNR my family had better not go against my wishes or my ghost will haunt them forever!

Sometimes There's No Need To Comment on a Picture

2009-08-12T08:03:00.001+07:00

African Thunderstorm

2009-07-11T08:21:00.001+07:00

Really cool video from Perpetuum Jazzile, a capella jazz choir from Slovenia.

Temple of the Way of Light

2009-07-08T02:45:00.000+07:00

Day 6. No ayahuasca again. This time I saw what I first thought were aliens but which turned out to be plants and leaves with faces on them. All of them were bright green and I couldn't get them to talk to me. Maybe they had nothing to say and I just needed the experience.

In the morning everyone leaves to go elsewhere or to the shamanism conference. I think I'll hitch a boat ride back and change my flights. I've received what I needed here at the Temple of the Way of Light. I must say that the feminine energy is preferred over the male energy. If you are interested in drinking ayahuasca, this is the place to go.

There's Two Curanderas Sitting at My Feet

2009-07-07T02:31:00.004+07:00

Day 5. I drank no ayahuasca today as I wanted to see how it would be with just the icaros. I had the best time ever! Saw shapes moving around in the top of the ceremonial hut, then when Horoldo blew smoke on my head I felt things shifting in my body. The shamans had been told that I wouldn't be drinking and that I wanted a double dose of icaros.

When one of the ladies came over and sang, I cried for a bit. After a while, another lady came over and I felt happy.

Then two of them came over and sat at my feet and started singing. At first I thought there were also two singing behind me, but when I turned around no one was there. Next morning someone else said they heard the same.

In a few minutes I started shaking up and down. I thought someone was walking and shaking the hut but when I turned around no one was up. I placed my hands on the floor and the building was still! I was the only thing shaking! When the ladies stopped singing, I stopped shaking.

Later when I went back to my tambo I had the most intense visions of plants appearing in brilliant green color, then fading away only to be replaced by another picture. I saw about eight before they disappeared. Really cool!

Temple of the Way of Light

2009-07-06T02:16:00.001+07:00

Day 4. Watched a one of the Shipibo shaman ladies catch a few chickens this morning. I wandered over to their hut and watched one of the male shamans kill the chickens with a machete.

Went to the pipe at the dam and had a cool shower. Really felt good to soap up and shave!

I drank a 1/2 cup of ayahuasca again and started having visions of hairy trees. I got so tired I had to lie down, then started seeing bright geometric patterns and flashing lights. The eldest lady shaman came over and started singing at my feet so I sat up. When she finished she blew Florida water on top of my head, rubbed it on my arms then put some in my hands for me to rub on my face. Suddenly I was hit with a big rush of love and gave her a big hug and we both laughed. She was so ugly she was cute, kinda like a combination between a gnarled tree and old shoe leather. Probably a lesson for me here.

Temple of the Way of Light

2009-07-05T02:07:00.001+07:00

Day 3. No ceremony today so we get three meals! Even the vegetarians were saying, "Give me some of that chicken!" Floral baths at noon and massages at 3pm everyday. What a spa!

I asked one of the shamans how they learned their massage and they said through plant diets. They used Vicks Vapor Rub to help their hands glide better. Imagine having a floral bath, then having Vicks rubbed on your body, and not being able to shower till the next morning!

Temple of the Way of Light

2009-07-04T01:45:00.003+07:00

Day 2. My headache is almost gone and I feel much better. Had a floral bath at noon and will have one every day. Have to air dry afterwards and can't shower till morning. I smell really good right now with this "spa brew!"

Drank 1/2 a cup of ayahuasca, threw up shortly thereafter, and started having visions. Saw a Mayan face appear several times. Tried to get it to talk to me but no luck. Also saw the jungle "waving" at me. When the shaman came and started singing her icaros at my feet I sat up. For a few seconds I saw a jaguar in front of her. When she finished singing she rubbed my head and blew smoke on top of my head. Then she lit a mapacho and gave it to me. I took a puff and then it went out. No problem there as I don't smoke anyway.

I lay back down and started thinking about a jaguar. I looked out into the jungle but didn't see anything. Found out later two cats had been circling the camp, probably trying to get at the chickens.

When all the shamans finished singing the ayahuasca hit me hard again and the jungle started acting up again.

Next day the shamans said my visions were good and they would work with me to get stronger visions.

There's a Shaman Sitting at My Feet

2009-07-03T01:33:00.001+07:00

She's singing an icaro (healing song) and I wished she would shut up. My head is killing me and I'm lying down holding it in my hands. Suddenly a wave of energy slams through me and I start vomiting.

That was the end of my first day at the Temple of the Way of Light. Shortly after almost an hour boat ride and about a forty minute jungle trek from Iquitos, I fell asleep in my tambo.

I then started dreaming that I was in ceremony (I drank ayahuasca last year) and the jungle was talking to me. I woke up suddenly, ran to the toilet and had a bout of diarrhea. My trip had already begun and I had yet to drink a drop of ayahuasca.

Metamorphosis

2009-06-30T09:11:00.003+07:00

Metamorphosis, Ayahuasca: Journey of the Self is the title of a new documentary film by Keith Aronowitz. This is one of the most beautiful films I have ever seen, with breath-taking beauty and excellent camera work, including scenes of Ayahuasca ceremonies.

I've actually been to Blue Morpho, the camp shown in the film, and will leave in another day or so for 12 days at another camp. So, look for my post about my experiences when I return.

In the meantime, check out www.metamorphosisfilm.com.

Mother-in-Law

2009-06-19T01:22:00.003+06:00

My mother-in-law is a sweet lady but after about 15 minutes she becomes about as much fun as having a cat use your dick for a scratching post. Here's a typical conversation with her while in a restaurant:

(You have to read this out loud like it's one sentence.)

Randy: "How do you get to Walmart?

Mother-in-Law: "Well, you go down to Billy Bob Street down here on the left. It's right past...Oh, I can't remember the name of the street but it's on the right just before Billy Bob street. Karen (my wife), that's where the man lives who repaired your bracelet last year. I think he must be about ready to retire as he took so long to repair the bracelet. I don't think his son is going into the same business. He's one of the most immature kids I've ever seen. Will you look how they spelled "banana" on that menu sign? Anyway, I went to Walmart the other day. I had read in the paper about a group of Hippies who were coming to town for some kind of event. The newspaper had warned that there may be a lot more traffic in the area. When I got to Walmart, there was this big old Oak tree and under it there was the biggest group of kids you've ever seen in your life. The ground was just covered with them and many were sleeping on the ground. They were dressed in the most torn up clothes I've seen. When I went in Walmart to get a pillow, there was none left. Can you believe the hippies had bought every pillow in the store!"

Randy: "Never mind."

Mosquito Nets For Sale

2009-06-10T13:42:00.003+06:00

From a letter I received today:

Hello Good Day,

This is CLIN JACKSON, With regards to your Company i am sending this email regards to order some mosquito net), i will like to know the type you have in stock and get me the sales price of one so that i will tell you the quantity i will be ordering, and also if you accept credit card as a form of payment.

Stay Bless.

CLIN JACKSON
5 Anytown Street,
756TH NW New York,
NY 10001. USA.

Look Clin, I don't sell mosquito nets and if I did I wouldn't sell them to just anyone. However, go ahead and send me your credit card info so I can see if it is legit.

I Can Dance

2009-06-08T20:05:00.002+06:00

My wife has always been a dancer, but not me. However, Karen talked me into learning the Pasa Doble. Here is a staged photo of the ending, after we did our performance in front of hundreds of people. Yes, I can dance.

Doctor Of Mind, M.D.

2009-06-05T12:30:00.002+06:00

I don't know if this guy is a real psychiatrist or not but he is so funny that he deserves a post!

Packing Up, Moving Out

2009-06-04T19:32:00.004+06:00

It's Thursday evening, the last day of our week. This one is special because we only have one more Thursday in Dhaka before we fly out of here. The packers finished today and there's not much to do. The TV is packed. I did leave out a few books. Karen has gone out with a few friends to a high school graduation so I only have the cats to talk to.

Tomorrow night we have the end-of-the-year party to attend. Karen and I have been asked to perform our sizzling hot Pasa Doble to lead off the evening activities.

Sunday, we start back to work for our last week. I've basically done all I'm going to do before I slide out the door after living and working here for four years. My school nurse career has been interesting and at times, even enjoyable. But, it's over and I'm moving on.

Friday, June 12th we say "Goodbye Dhaka."

True Story

2009-06-03T07:47:00.003+06:00

One day, long, long ago, there lived a woman who did not whine, nag, or bitch.

But it was a long time ago, and it was just that one day.

McAllen, Texas - The Winner in Health Care Costs.

2009-05-31T15:02:00.001+06:00

It's a bit long...and disturbing, but an easy read. http://www.newyorker.com/reporting/2009/06/01/090601fa_fact_gawande?yrail

Notice

2009-05-14T08:41:00.002+06:00

If you stand in front of my desk you will see a sign that says, "Notice. My attention span is 1.5 minutes. Don't forget!"

The other day a lady sat down in front of my desk and was going blah, blah, blah about her job, friends, etc., then she noticed the sign and said, "What does that mean?"

I proceeded to tell her about how I was interrupted about every 1.5 minutes by people wanting to talk to me. She caught on and left.

It happened again yesterday and I was once more offered the opportunity to increase the intelligence of a lower life species.

Wonder how long this amusement is going to last!

In Case of a Critical Mask Shortage

2009-05-05T08:59:00.004+06:00

Brain Blackout

2009-04-21T07:02:00.005+06:00

Lately, at the school where I work, there have been many activities to celebrate Earth Day. Today, there is going to be a special celebration. But, first, let me back up a little.

One of the most frustrating things about living in Dhaka, other than the smells, dirt, food, crowds, traffic, rickshaws, etc. is the daily electrical blackouts. Yesterday, I quit counting after about twelve interruptions. Now at school, there isn't much of a problem when the power goes out. A big generater kicks in after a few seconds (usually) and everything goes on as usual.

At home it's a different matter. Our apartment generater only allows for a few lights and one ceiling fan to operate during a rolling blackout. Everything else, the frig, computers, TV and A/C shut down. We usually grab a book and head to the living room to sit under the fan and wait till the power comes back on.

Now, what is the special celebration? Today, at work, we are going to experience a total blackout for an hour in order to make us have an "awareness of our dependence on electricity." That's right. Take your tired, frustrated employees and subject them to more of what really frustrates them. Way to go with that excellent management decision!

Songkarn Festival

2009-04-17T13:21:00.005+06:00

This is the most famous festival in Thailand, and the wettest. Three days of country-wide celebration probably known best for water throwing.

Gangs of people stand in the street and soak anyone coming by. They will even load up a pickup truck and roam the streets, looking for "fighters" in other pickup trucks. One of the most shocking things about this festival is that ice cold water is also used!

I am a crafty old fox and here you see me turning a girl's bucket of ice cold water back onto her head. The screams coming out of her mouth were very gratifying! I managed to do several people like this. Only a few minutes later however, trapped in a tuk-tuk at an intersection, Karen and I were soaked to the bone with ice water. Even the money in my wallet was soaked! If you want to stay dry, stay home during this festival!

It Won't Happen in America

2009-04-17T07:18:00.002+06:00

We had just arrived back in Dhaka from Bangkok and were standing in the passport control line. A flight attendant from our Thai flight came wandering through the line holding up a plastic bag with something in it. She was hollering and asking if anyone had left the bag on the plane. Everyone was looking at her and then she announced, "It's a bomb!"

Of course, I had to say, "Oh that's mine."

Everyone had a good laugh. She and I both probably would have been arrested if this happened in the states.

I'm a White Black Man

2009-04-03T19:32:00.002+06:00

Recently I participated in the National Geographic Genographic Project. I just got the results and my worse fears have come true. I'm a white black man!

My "roots" started in East Africa, then my bros journeyed up through the Middle East and into Western Europe where my ancestors eventually made it to the United States, turning paler all the time.

Guess I'm a person of colors?

Life Saving Medicine

2009-04-01T22:07:00.004+06:00

I think there's something wrong with this picture.

Too Funny!

2009-03-29T16:16:00.003+06:00

I just found out today that no one is allowed to bring a motorcycle larger than 350cc into Bangladesh.

Want to know why?

Because the police motorcycles only have 350cc engines and they don't want anyone out running them!