Friday, October 3rd, 2014
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I have always loved them, but in recent years they made Max pretty upset. He would be OK, so long as I stayed with him.
Suppose he’ll never have to worry about that again.
Still, I put the can with his ashes on the nightstand.
I was recovering from Ogwife #1, living with Mom, running around with partner and making damned near minimum wage keeping a little woodshop hammered together. One of the guys at work took me to a filthy little dive where Albert Collins played live. Listening to Collins play ‘Dirty Dishes” was one of my best memories of that period. If you never heard it, he does things with a guitar you’d swear were impossible.
of misinformation being put forth about Ebola. My good friend and MD did postgraduate work on tropical diseases, and he explained a few things to me.
Keep these things in mind.
Don’t bother with obsessive handwashing, it will not help.
Be healthy. Those with compromised immune systems will fare worst.
Nothing you can do will prevent you from catching it if it comes to your neck of the woods.
The amount of material required is so minuscule you will never know where it came from.
In this country, with proper medical care, it is very surviveable, but that doesn’t mean it’s to be welcomed. It will leave a wake of people behind it with weakened immune systems that could die from a headcold.
Most of the “be calm” information you’re being handed is a lie. But be calm anyway, there’s not a damned thing you can do.
Political correctness caused the spread of AIDS. If AIDS had been quarantined at the beginning it would already have disappeared. it’s only here now because it was spread by people who weren’t stopped from spreading it because it would be “Insensitive” to quarantine them. And we’re not talking about prison here, we’re talking about preventing them from transmitting the disease and nothing else. We could also prevent this, but we’re not. We quarantined the goddamned astronauts because we thought they might bring cooties back from the MOON. We know there’s all kinds of shit on this planet, we know people have it, and we know they’re travelling with it, and we won’t lift a damned finger to do anything about it. Oh, unless it’s a damned dog or cat or whatever, then it has to be poked and prodded and shot and exrayed and etc.
I’m sick to death of this bullshit. P thinks this may be the 11th plague. I don’t know if I want him to be right or wrong.