A Nurse With Attitude

Where Dark Cynical Humor, Nursing Issues, and Politics Seem to Merge

Archive for the month “October, 2015”

I’m Not Sure, But I’m Pretty Sure It’s The End

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Hey folks, remember that post I wrote about last week about being on “the watch list”?   Uh, I believe it was “What me… a terrorist?

Well, anyway, It’s official and now and the heat is on. I’m gonna have to shut down for now and I won’t be writing any more posts to this site for a while. My blogging times are at best, on a hiatus. At worst, probably over for good… sorry folks. Good times.

I will leave you on one of my favorite quotes from Hunter S. Thompson ;

“Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside in a cloud of smoke, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming “Wow! What a Ride!”

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My take on Star Wars VII

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I was working in a urology room the other day. We were well into the procedure and everything was going very well, and the resident wants to spark up a conversation. “Hey, has anyone seen the new Star Wars trailer? I can’t wait till it comes out. I’ve already pre-purchased my tickets for the opening night!”   I looked at him a little confused, “isn’t that, like in December?” He was still gleeful, “Yes, December, but I can’t wait.”   I thought to myself, even if this was indeed a “wonderful movie of a lifetime” that he thinks it is, I still wouldn’t pre-purchase tickets way out in December. Seeing that I wasn’t excited about this, he said, “I guess you’re not a science fiction fan.” Now he was really trying to hurt me. I explained first that “Star Wars,” the franchise, is NOT a science fiction. It is fantasy. Star Trek is science fiction. Seeing the question on his face clued me in that he was clearly a novice. “OK, is there one shred of reasoning as to exactly how the Millennium Falcon is propelled through space?…nope”   Star Trek and other stories that are of the Science fiction genre go to great detail to explain the workings of the things that they use. Although improbable, the physics must seem workable and certainly believable to be science fiction. Magic crystals to power your light saber is not acceptable. Now do you understand?” He seem to agree. I went on, “I have to agree that I really enjoyed the first Star Wars, with the models and special effects. But when the started using CGI, it was cheapened. Then when the brought in Jar Jar Binks , that was the straw that broke the camels back. This became a stupid Sesame Street level show. I can see making the move a little less dark. Maybe a little more kid-friendly, but they over did it and in turn lost the loyal crowd.   I suddenly had no use for Star Wars… So when this newest one comes out, I might see it when it comes to Redbox.

But if any of you, out there are “excited” about the new Star Wars… here’s the official trailer at The Force Awakens Official Teaser .

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I was thinking of probable alternate names for this thing.  Maybe they should have called it something else besides  “The Force Awakens.”

  • Star Wars – The Next Generation
  • Sith – Get off our Lawn
  • Crap, We’ve Gotten Old

And there’s people still very anxiously wanting for December 18th to get here.

I guess I’m getting old.

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When my wife walked up and looked over my shoulder, she said, “what’s with the girl?”   I didn’t even see the girl.

When I saw this pic, my first thought was, “this is stupid, who would use a twelve inch adjustable wrench in this case?”

Car Stuff…

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Just surfing through car stuff. I started out looking for a part for my wife’s car to do some work on her Fiat. Then my ADD kicked in and the next thing you know, I’m surfing all over the place.

I’m not a Ford man. I have always enjoyed working on Chevys… but I’ve wanted one of these since I was about 18, or since the movie came out.

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Just Some Comparative Notes

Jesus Muhammad
Death Jesus died and rose from the dead. Muhammad died and stayed dead.
Fighting Jesus never fought. Muhammad fought many many times.
Hearing from God When Jesus heard from God, he went to the desert to be tempted and began his ministry with boldness. (Mark 1:14-15). When Muhammad heard from God (supposedly through an angel), he cowered, was uncertain, and wanted to commit suicide. (Quran 74:1-5)
Identity Jesus claimed to be God (John 8:24; 8:58) as well as a man. Jesus claimed to be the way, the truth, and the life. (John 14:6). Muhammad claimed to be a man.
Instructions Received From God the Father (John 5:19) Allegedly from an angel
Killing Jesus never killed anyone. Muhammad killed many.
Life Jesus had the power to take life but never did. He restored it. Muhammad had the power to take it and he never restored it.
No one ever died in Jesus’ presence. Many people died in Muhammad’s presence–he killed them.
Marriage Jesus never married. Muhammad had over 20 wives and even married a nine-year-old girl.
Ministry Jesus received his calling from God directly. (Matt. 3:17).

Jesus received his commission in the daylight.

Muhammad claimed he received it from an angel (Gabriel).

Muhammad received his words in the darkness of a cave.

Ministry Length Jesus taught for 3 1/2 years. Muhammad taught for more than 20 years.
Miracles Jesus performed many miracles including healing people, calming a storm with a command, and raising people from the dead. Muhammad’s only alleged miracle was the Quran.
Prophecy Jesus fulfilled biblical prophecy about being the Messiah. Muhammad did not fulfill any biblical prophecy except the ones about false teachers (Matt. 24:24).
Sacrifice Jesus voluntarily laid his life down for others. Muhammad saved his own life many times and had others killed.
Sin Jesus never sinned. (1 Pet. 2:22) Muhammad was a sinner. (Quran 40:55; 48:1-2)
Slaves Jesus owned no slaves. Muhammad owned many slaves.
Virgin Birth Jesus was virgin born. Muhammad was not virgin born.
Voice of God Jesus received and heard the direct voice of God. (Mark 1:10-11) Muhammad did not receive or hear the direct voice of God. It was an angel instead.
Women Jesus spoke well of women. Muhammad said women were 1/2 as smart as men (Hadith 3:826; 2:541), that the majority in hell will be women (Had. 1:28,301; 2:161; 7:124), and that women could be mortgaged.

There is no comparison between Jesus and Muhammad. Muhammad falls so far short that he cannot be held on any level remotely close to Jesus. Muhammad is clearly the liar and infidel in Gods eye.

Drugs are Really Dangerous

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I love medical research and I work at a research hospital and I actively take part in many research projects each year. When I was a PACU (recovery room) nurse, I was always amazed how people woke up and their reactions to the anesthetic drugs.

Hallucinogens are bad and, except for some strange psychological experiments done by the government in the sixties, I can’t see any real reason anyone would take them. I don’t take LSD or anything like it, but I have found, in my advanced age, that simple sugar, in certain circumstances, can have a similar effect. I love sugar. I love all kinds of sugar. I especially love the chocolatey sugar. Sweet chocolate cake, pie, brownies with chocolate syrup on top. Heck, I probably could eat the white stuff right out of the sugar bowl. I have found that if I indulge in anything chocolatey late at night, I will suffer with the bizarre hallucinogenic effect of the “drug” in the ways of wild, crazy and vivid dreams. Sometimes, if I know that I have consumed a particularly large sample of sweet goodness, like a half pan of brownies, moments before bedtime, I may even leave a note pad at my bedside to jot down my dreams so that I can remember enough to tell others. This way, when I read back my mad scribblings of a sleep induced dream, I feel a little like H. P. Lovecraft .

I have found experimenting with “drugs” this way is not for the faint of heart and can, possibly be very dangerous. I decided I wanted to test the effect on someone else. I felt I was doing important psychological research. I wanted to see if this effect was, just me and my brain chemistry or could it have the same effect on anyone else taking the same dose of the “medication.” I also wanted to have someone that I could monitor and check if the subject’s dreams, in any way matched my dreams. Happy with my thesis, I decided to work out the details.

I made a pan of brownies the other night. I served them up for my lovely bride and myself. I put Tillamook vanilla bean ice cream, chocolate syrup and then powdered sugar on top.   The hot molting brownies and cool ice cream was heavenly. We both had to have a second extra large helping. I knew what was about to happen, but I stayed silent and decided to “wait and see.” I even placed my note pad at my bedside to jot some notes of my own dreams, just in case I want to publish later.

Much to my surprise, I was startled awake at about 3AM. My lovely wife had awaken and then woke me with her sharp elbow. She was talking in a slightly raised voice, in that tone that all men recognize as the “I’m serious, and you are in deep trouble” voice. This shocked me awake almost instantly. What possibly could be wrong?   I tried to console her and ask what was the matter. She flipped over and jumped out of the bed and stomped into the bathroom. I heard some water running and then she returned. “Well, are you ok?…what is the matter?” I asked. She looked at me with angry red eyes and said, “I had a dream that you were having an affair.” I smiled, “Ahh, so you had a vivid sugar induced dream?” She looked at me again. This time a little softened and a little confused, “It was so real. I was so sure.”   I explained to her about the “brownie effect” and how such extreme chocolatey goodness can have some strange side effects. She was still angry and insisted on telling me all about her dream. “It was an Asian-Native American girl. She was very young and very beautiful. And she was pregnant with your baby and you didn’t seem to care…” as she went on I could see the tension fading. When she finished, she seemed relieved and we both laughed. “Yeah, I guess that was a pretty unbelievable dream, now that I think about it.” I told her about some of my dreams and how the can be so vivid.   I even told her about my bedside note pad, and how I wrote down my own dreams for later review, and that she should get her own note pad for the same purpose. She said, “no, I don’t think that I will. I won’t be eating rich foods anymore, this late at night.” I frowned, “Sweetie, it was just a dream.   It’s not a high price to pay for such chocolatey goodness.” She said, “I know, but you don’t understand… I was ready to kill you.” Then she had that serious look again. Then I knew, really just how dangerous “hallucinogenic foods” could be. I also decided that I would never do “research” with my wife ever again.

Benghazi

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I watched the Benghazi hearing with Hillary Clinton. Did anyone else watch the hearing? Yeah, I didn’t think so. At work, I asked a few of my co-workers as a sample group to run a check. This is the problem with our country. The people want to be sheep. The people of this nation don’t care about the country or what is being done behind the curtains by our politicians. Yeah, you know about Kim Kardashian and her piece of crap husband, and what outfit she may be wearing to the next Hollywood event, but you don’t care a fig about the fate of this nation. I know that I am, (and people like me) are a very small minority.

Lets Make America Great Again

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This seems to be the chant of Donald Trump while on his campaign trail. He’s such a buffoon. That’s really all he says. He doesn’t really know what to do about it. How to actually go about “making America great again.” Really, none of the presidential candidates are willing to speak the truth on what it will take to get this country going again.

A guy on the radio this morning said that, not only are low level worker jobs being transported to foreign countries, but now, financial, technical, and other higher level jobs are finding their way to other countries. Why are companies shipping jobs overseas?

It strikes me that American labor costs a lot. Here are the reasons:

1) The number of people we support through our tax dollars who do nothing to help the economy or themselves is higher than ever and growing. 2) The number of countries we help with foreign aid is growing. Everyone has a hand out. 3) the number of people we support who are in jail and not making any economic contributions what so ever, is greater than ever and growing steadily. 4) the number of people in racial or special interest groups who are funded by the federal government is growing. Everyone wants some special help because of your “ethnic mix.”

If it takes us from January to May to pay our taxes. That means that only about 55% of our gross product is really production. The rest is helping people to sit and do nothing. Even the socialist foreign countries do not have this level of overhead to pay for.

I don’t even remember the last candidate who would stand up for decreasing government entitlements and spending, or, for that matter, one who would actually vote for it if elected.

I would vote for one who would dare to say it, and I could get excited about someone who would actually do something about it. If we want to be competitive in the world market, we need to change some things right away. We need to be humble about our worth. We need to respond to our market and we need to figure out what else can be done to make our economy work. Getting rid of this overhead burden would go a long way in helping people survive abundantly in this country once again.

Just an observation

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Just an observation.  My liberal friends tell me that guns cause crime…

I’m not sure, but I think mine are somehow defective.

What me… a terrorist?

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A few weeks ago, I made the comment on one of my posts, “if you’re not yet on a watch list, you should be ashamed of yourself.” Well, I was really just kidding. I mean, I was speaking figuratively… not seriously.

Call me paranoid, but I think that I have been actually put on some sort of homeland security watch list (for real!). I’ve had several strange coincidences with the federal government that has been seriously causing me trouble.

First off, I purchased a part for my rifle. This part required the blessing from the BATFE. I paid the required fee and a two-hundred dollar tax, and had the local sheriff sign the papers. I then passed the FBI background check and I mailed the packet of papers off. Because of the typical bureaucracy, I was told that it could take up to three months for the BATF to cash my $200 dollar check and sign the form and return it to me. Although they cashed my check, the official “signing of the form” took over 13 months. And then, it took the efforts of an expensive attorney to send a request to another federal investigatory wing of the government to get action. I eventually got it, but it was painful.

Soon afterward, I got a letter from the IRS. They said that I was under investigation and I owed them $17,000 dollars in back taxes. What? I work by the hour and I have no fancy tax loop-holes or deductions. My taxes are so simple, a high school kid could do them. Never the less, I have a professional CPA to do my taxes, just to be safe. (This one is still pending).

I just got back from my vacation to Alabama to visit my family. On the return trip, I was held up by the TSA. I walked through the scanner and it didn’t ring or anything. I had emptied my pockets of everything and removed my belt. But, as I came through the scanner, the agent waved me to the side. “uh, sir, you have been flagged. I’m going to have to search you,” he said. He told me to hold up my arms and he felt me all over. He then gave my carry on bag to two other agents and they disappeared with it. A few minutes later, they directed me to where my bag contents were being examined. Three agents had it all dumped out on a table and were going through all the contents. I admit it probably looked like a “clock” in my bag. I had several replacement batteries, my cell phone, my wallet, my ear buds, a back-up set of headphones, and my charging cables for my nook book and my cell phone. I also had some snacks, because the cheap-o airline doesn’t serve anything. They all looked disappointed as my personal TSA agent waved me over to re-pack the stuff into my carry-on bag. He said in a low mumble, “you may go now, Mr. Taylor”

Call me paranoid, but these three occurrences are some serious coincidences, or am I on the governmental hate list.

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