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04 August 2010 @ 05:00 pm
That's right! Ball Memorial Hospital in Muncie, Indiana, (the birthplace of Knights of the Dinner Table and HackMaster -- a Geek Mecca of sorts) refused to treat Erin Vaught (who is legally female) who came to the ER with her wife and child to find out why she was coughing up blood!

Link offsite to the story: ( No TG Patients Allowed! )

They entered her as male, made fun of her, called her "it" and "he-she" -- before the doc said she couldn't treat her because she's transgender.

It is illegal in the United States for an ER to refuse to treat anyone.

I saw this story it frightened me. Though, it being Muncie, my first thoughts were that Geeks... are an open-minded lot. They shall descend upon this place as three-year old children descend upon the last cookie in the jar!

In the 1980's widely popular sitcom, The Cosby Show, in which Bill Cosby portrayed Doctor Heathcliff "Cliff" Huxtable, there was an episode that springs to mind. He himself had been told by his own doctor to lay off of the extra snacks, that he needed to reduce his cholesterol (meaning the bad kind), and eat healthier. Doctor Huxtable ignored this advice, made himself a Dagwood, and sacked out for a nap on the couch.

He is apparently awakened by:
Hypocritic Oaf
The Hypocritic Oaf!

He is, of course, dreaming. However, the Hypocritic Oaf informs him that he as a doctor had sworn, "First, do no harm..." and by harming himself by not listening to his doctor, he had turned his Hippocratic Oath into the Hypocritic Oaf he sees before him now.

Too many doctors these days have rendered their own oaths to Hippocrates thus.
Find me here: : Melbourne, Victoria
Feeling kinda: : pissed offpissed off
Listening to: : No Place Like London
24 January 2010 @ 04:42 pm
21 January, 2010, Supreme Court in Citizens United v. FEC

Sounds a bit overdramatic, doesn't it? Unfortunately, that's exactly what Friday, 22 January, 2010, was. The Supreme Court of the United States of America has delivered the Death Certificate of any hope for the future tied to this country.

Oh, the country will go on, but it will not be the country that was conceived in Philadelphia around 230 years ago.

If you don't know what I'm talking about, let me explain: It is no longer legal for the government to limit Corporate spending on elections. Which means political seats will now go to whichever company wants the seat the most.

Money has been a bigger and bigger part of campaigns, but Corporations now have all the rights of a private citizen. They have the protections of the Constitution. And a lot more money to make the changes to the Constitution that they want.

I wanted this to be much longer. Much more eloquent and inspiring. I wanted to express my outrage and my fear. But... I'm... blank. I will probably write more later... but my mind is reeling.

I'm scared.
Find me here: : Hot Springs, Arkansas
Feeling kinda: : scaredscared
Listening to: : Don McLean - American Pie
01 August 2009 @ 01:43 am
Okay, I'll answer the question for today.

I've actually been reading the HP books aloud to my girlfriend lately, as she's never read them or seen the movies.

Happy birthday, J.K. Rowling! Which of her seven Harry Potter novels do you think is the most satisfying read?

In my opinion, the best of the lot to read was Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince. I was part of the group shouting, "Snape's Innocent!" in hogsheadinn from the very beginning.
Find me here: : Hot Springs, Arkansas
Feeling kinda: : boredbored
Listening to: : They Might Be Giants - Dinner Bell
13 June 2008 @ 07:59 pm
That's what I keep coming up with for an answer. No matter how long I think on it, or approach it from a different angle, that seems to be the only possible answer available. Oh? The question? Why would anyone associate themselves with me?

This isn't an attention-seeking post or anything, as contrary to the logic that presents itself, the truth remains that there are those that do seem to want to associate with me.

Let's go over things, shall we?

I'm not particularly attractive, or even particularly unattractive. I don't have anything shiningly amazing, but I also don't seem to have any hideousness about me, either. I'm just kind of... plain... on the attractiveness path.

I'm a good listener... but I also talk more than anyone I know, so that balances out between good and bad traits, too.

I'm intelligent! But a lot of folks think I'm "talking down" to them or "showing off" when I'm about, so again... we've got balanced scales.

Sense of humor? Too subjective.

I seriously can't think of a single reason anyone would ever seek out my company, save one.

As I said above... Pity.

I guess I shouldn't look upon favors and analyze them.

It's just... when that kind of a realization hits you, it's not exactly a fun thing. And it's not like I can ever really ask anyone about it and expect an honest answer. I mean, if I put the question to folks, "Are you my friend -- or even just tolerating association with me -- because you pity me?"

I'm not going to get a straight answer. There will be those that assume I need reassurance at that point and will come up with a denial that may even be plausible. There will be those that think I'm joking and will either ignore the question or confirm it in sarcasm.

I guess I can live with the fact, though.

What's the alternative? To be alone all the time? I'm nearly alone all the time as it stands. You know, I can count the number of people in my life from whom I've had any kind of non-platonic contact in my life that wasn't abusive with the fingers of one hand -- without even needing to enter into the, "is the thumb a finger?" debate.

I will always be lonely, I suppose. That doesn't mean I have to enjoy it. I wish I did enjoy it actually. Maybe I wouldn't feel so worthless all the time.
Find me here: : Independence, Missouri
Feeling kinda: : lonelylonely
Listening to: : Tsukamoto Midori - Crowded
13 September 2007 @ 02:49 am
My baby brother died tonight.

He was only 16.

At around 11:45pm tonight it happened, and I found out about an hour later, having been home about an hour. So it happened about the time I got home.

Michael Andrew Galyen

My baby brother that I held when he was brought home from the hospital (at three months old due to complications) and promised that I'd protect him.

My baby brother that would hug me anyway, despite being "too old for hugs" and would roll his eyes at me.

My baby brother that would introduce me to his friends as his "big sister Edeyn" and grin at me.

He was walking to school Monday morning (10 September 2007). Where he lived had a front door only 100 yards from the school's front door. The road to the high school does NOT have sidewalks or even a designated area for students to walk, so he was in the ditch. He paused to wave hello at his pastor's wife (who was bringing her son to school) at 7:27am. He was run down by a speeding car driven by an 80-year old man. The driver never even touched his brakes according to witnesses, and left the scene. Michael was hit by the front of the car, thrown into the air where he flipped twice, bounced off the rear bumper and face-planted into the ditch. The medics on the scene had to radio the helicopter to land in the school's soccer field, because Michael wouldn't have survived the half-mile trip to the helipad. The police arrived on the scene and were taking statements 20 minutes after the accident, when the driver came back. Blood was still on his hood and windshield. The medics in the helicopter spent nearly an hour just stabilizing him enough to be flown to intensive care an hour away by car. The police took the driver's statement and allowed him to drive home. The driver still has not been charged with ANYTHING. Hit and Run. No. Leaving the scene of an accident. No. Vehicular Manslaughter. No. Speeding. No. Speeding in a School Zone. No. Stupidity. No. I arrived in Springfield, Missouri, where the hospital he was being treated at is located, at around 11pm Monday night. There was no real positive change through Wednesday morning, but there was also no negative change. The doctors had shifted from speaking about, "... if he survives..." to "... quality of life..." Apparently, about the time I left the hospital for the bus station (2pm, Wednesday, September 12, 2007) things suddenly changed for the worst, and he went downhill fast.

No designated walking area, city council turning down a grant proposal to have sidewalks put in, 80 year old driver going 70 in a School Zone during the time most kids will be there, police trying to cover for a reckless driver with no business on the road in the first place...

Intellectually, I know I've slipped into shock. I don't believe I could care less.
Find me here: : Mooresville, MO
Feeling kinda: : exhaustedexhausted
Listening to: : Anything and nothing
05 May 2005 @ 05:55 am
Find me here: : Kansas City, Kansas
Feeling kinda: : cheerfulcheerful
Listening to: : Jimmy Buffet and Gonzo the Great - Mr. Spaceman
11 August 2004 @ 05:23 am
The topic of this entry has nothing to do with my personal life. Instead, it's about my country, my President, my National Anthem, and the last four years. George W Bush has made it an embarrassing thing to be patriotic. One of the things I've always been kinda proud of was that I'd made the A Capella choir in high school, one of the duties of such was to be the ones performing the National Anthem at events. Because of the direction our country has taken since Mr. Bush assumed office, I no longer feel pride in the Star-Spangled Banner written so lovingly by Francis Scott Key, but instead a tearful shame. I don't like feeling this way about my country. I've always been thankful I lived in a land where I had the privileges afforded me to the point of being frightened by dreams where I hadn't been

I find myself apologizing for being an American to friends from other countries! I should never have to do that. This country was founded on ideals that should make it the best in the world for reasons other than monetary or technology. This country should be the best simply by virtue of the fact . . . that it is the country where an individual's rights are respected and protected -- by each and every member of the country. However, in the past 1299 days, it has increasingly become less that ideal and more a playground for those who would choose to force their ideas and beliefs upon others

The greatest tragedy in my country's history brought not only the country, but the entire world, together in a way such that anything could have been accomplished. Our leaders could have called for anything approaching a move toward making life better for us all -- I'm not claiming to have the answers, but then, it's not my job to have them -- but instead, they penned and enacted a virtual killing blow to the purposes and premises of this great land, veritable plague upon our liberties, and called it . . . perhaps in some sort of vile attempt at humor . . . the Patriot Act

I'm tired of friends going abroad and telling me about situations in other countries where they had to say they were from Canada to avoid being beaten to hell. I'm tired of not being allowed to be proud of my country. I want to be able to feel an upwelling of pride when my leaders' accomplishments are mentioned. I want to be able to spontaneously break into a rendition of my National Anthem and be looked at funny for spontaneously breaking into song -- not for my choice of song. I want to hear about people wanting my countrywomen and countrymen around because we're good people from a great place

Whatever happened to:
"Give me your tired your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"

anyway? Are we not still "the Great Melting Pot?" This is the United States of America, aren't we supposed to be the ones that offer freedom and a new chance at life to those that are persecuted for being different?

Dammit why does it SUCK to be from the United States now? We have no one to blame but ourselves. We have to fix this problem, but being a country of freedoms, we seem to think that makes us free to ignore the problem and that someone else will take care of it. Freedom does have a price. If it's broken, you have to fix it

Well, here's the thing: it's broken, we have to fix it. If you're from the U.S., wouldn't you like to be proud of where you're from again? Get your scrawny (or not so scrawny, I don't care if you make Shamu look shrimpy) ass off the couch, out of the computer chair, what-the-hell-ever . . . get people motivated. We have to fix this. If you're not from the U.S. well, wouldn't you like to not be disgusted when any of us come around anymore?

Well, most of you are thinking by now that this is way too preachy, way too starry-eyed, or whatever you're thinking . . . it's "way too"

I could give two shits

I don't like feeling this way and if more people here (here being the general location that is the U.S. as a whole) had the decency to be embarrassed about our country as a whole, well, I'm guessing I wouldn't need to anymore

"We will not forget that liberty here made her home; nor shall her chosen altar be neglected"
-- President Grover Cleveland
at the acceptance of the Statue of Liberty ceremony, October 28, 1886
Feeling kinda: : disappointeddisappointed
Listening to: : LeAnn Rimes - Star-Spangled Banner