Monthly Archives: March 2012

College Sports

“Good morning, gentlemen,” the University President began. “I see we have a busy agenda today, so let’s get started. First we’ll hear from Professor Schwartz from the Science Department.”

“Thank you, sir,” began the science professor. “I am hoping that we can update some of the equipment in our department and possibly outfit a new chemistry lab. We’re now several years into the twentieth century and the world of science is just exploding. The telegraph may soon give way to Mr. Alexander Graham Bell’s telephone. The Wright Brothers continue to advance heavier than air flight. Mr. Thomas Edison is a virtual factory of science with his light bulb, phonograph and now moving photographs.

“Much of our equipment was purchased before the USS Maine was sunk and several rooms haven’t been updated since shortly after the Civil War. Almost every student at this university takes at least three science courses, and those who major in science spend part of every semester in the laboratories. This improvement would be of great benefit to our students.

“I’m proposing that we commit the sum of five thousand dollars to improve the Science Department. Thank you.”

“Thank you professor,” replied the University President. “As you know decisions will be reached after all of the proposals are presented, although it looks like the only other proposal is from our athletic department. Mr. Johnson, if you’d please be so kind as share your presentation?”

“Thank you Mr. President. I can sum up my proposal in one word. Football!”

“Football?”

“Yes, football. It’s the greatest things to happen to colleges and universities since we switched from scrolls to bound textbooks.”

“I’m sorry, but I’m not familiar with this football.”

“It’s a game one university plays against another. It’s been growing in popularity since Howard played against Tufts back in ’75. We need a football program.”

“I see, Mr Johnson,” replied one of the faculty members. “And what would you need to have this football?”

“Well, we’d need a stadium in which to play, uniforms, training equipment and some other miscellaneous and sundry. We’d need to hire a coach and a manager. I estimate that startup costs would be about half a million dollars.”

“Half a million dollars!” exclaimed Professor Schwartz.

“Yep,” replied Mr. Johnson. “But don’t worry; the faculty will be happy to donate money for a quality football program. Why they’ve already pledged $5,000 and I’m certain that I can double that amount by fall.”

“I see. Now tell me, how many people would be participating in this football sport of yours?”

“About fifty.” Professor Schwartz began sputtering.

“You propose to spend five hundred thousand dollars on something that would only benefit fifty of our young men and women?”

“Men. Football is a manly sport.

“Although now that you mention it I’ve heard that some colleges have young women leading cheers for the team. If we did that we would double the number of students involved.”

“But even if you did include a hundred students, you’re proposing that we spend as much on each of them as it would take to update the entire Science Department,” replied Professor Schwartz incredulously.

“That’s why we need a stadium!” responded Mr. Johnson with a tone one usually reserves for slow witted children. “We can sell tickets to the other students to watch the game.”

“I know most of our students come from good and prosperous families,” replied another of the faculty members. “However, we do have many who must be most frugal to cover tuition, textbooks and laboratory fees. Do you think it wise to expect them to contribute money toward this football?”

“Of course. It’s a small price to pay for school loyalty. Besides, colleges with successful football teams are recognized. Our graduates will earn more. More prospective students will apply to attend here. Our alumni will be more powerful in their careers and want to donate more. It’s a no lose proposition.

“Oh, and wait until I tell you about basketball!”

At this point, Professor Schwartz had an attack of apoplexy, and collapsed on the floor. The meeting ended without the usual motion, second and vote.

But, the next day surveyors were on campus placing stakes in the ground for the football stadium to occupy the most choice piece of real estate the university owned.

Epilogue:

You will be pleased to learn that barely ten years later the Science Department was able to purchase some of the necessary equipment. It was material declared military surplus after the “War to End All Wars.”

Remodeling the laboratory is still on the “proposed” list and expected to be budgeted for in the next few years.

Last year, the old stadium was replaced by a new, state of the art facility.

Reminiscing

Ahhh, the good old days. I admit I miss them.

Kids, let me tell you how things used to be. You won’t believe it, but hear me out, anyway.

Not so very long ago, shortly before you were born as a matter of fact, MTV meant “Music Television” and they featured videos of musical groups playing their songs. Whenever you turned on the Weather Channel it would tell you the weather forecast, and most amazingly, Headline News gave you, well the headlines and the news. Hard to believe, isn’t it?

Before that, when you wanted your favorite new music, you went to the store and bought a “record.” You could buy a “single” that had the popular song on one side and something not as popular by the same musician on the other side, or you could buy an album. An album was kind of like a CD – you may have seen a CD – in that it had a collection of music from the same artist or group. Back in those days, though, record albums were larger and came in a cardboard folder that was 12 inches square. These album covers had artwork – sometimes very intricate artwork – and the covers were an important part of the purchase.

The reason they were called “albums” was because back in my parents’ day the collection of singles was kept in a kind of book that looked like a photo album. You don’t know about photo albums? How about a scrapbook? Kind of like a scrapbook, but full of music records.

Computers were something you read about – nobody had one at home. Some businesses had a – as in one – computer while others would rent time on some other company’s computer. No calculators, either. For grade school you did your math with pencil and paper. In high school or college you could use a slide rule which was kind of like a sliding ruler that could perform mathematic calculations.

You know, on second thought, maybe I don’t miss the good old days – except for music videos. But it sure is fun sitting here telling you about them.

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March Madness

I have a very strange attitude about many things. March is one of those times that my attitude becomes apparent.

I didn’t pick any teams for March Madness. I am not glued to the television. The sports section is not the first thing I read in the morning.

While this may seem un-American, I ask only that you hear me out.

As a vertically challenged individual, I do not find watching people whose genetic luck made them tall and coordinated enjoyable. Maybe if they restricted basketball to short people I could get excited about how hard they had to work to get good at the sport, but when you can reach up and touch the net it kind of defeats the purpose. I’ll grant you that they have to maneuver around the other inordinately tall players, but I’m still not impressed.

Don’t tell me that it’s the sport itself that attracts fans, because if that were so there would be the same brouhaha for the female basketball teams as for the male ones.

To my warped perception, college is about education, not sports. I know that’s a strange view, but I confess it’s true. I personally think that students should be able to letter in mathematics as well as basketball, but, hey that’s just me.

Choosing a Pet

We went to the animal shelter to look at dogs today. We lost Jazz, our faithful dog in January after having her as part of the family for about 12 years. She, too, was a stray that we adopted and was a good dog, albeit a bit neurotic. When we got her the kids were very young and I was at work every day. Jazz was part Blue Heeler, and they tend to be loyal to one person, so my wife became the designated human being in Jazz’s eyes.

We also had a cat that had been abandoned, wandered into our home and made it his own. We had lost him shortly before and the stress of that loss played a significant part in Jazz’s demise. Dexter, the cat always tried to get Jazz to notice him, but Jazz had aloofness down to a science, at least when it came to the cat. However, when Dexter died, Jazz never recovered.

We replaced Dexter with not one but two kittens – each of the kids wanted their own. Each cat has bonded with the appropriate Nowak child (to the relief of the adults) and the cats are as different from one another as their persons are.

Now, all we needed was to find a new dog who would fit into the new order, protect the house, and maybe even be a family dog, as opposed to Mama’s dog. Hence our virtual visits via the internet to various animal shelters, as well as several false starts.

I realized that it’s probably a good thing that we don’t get to choose our children the way we get to choose pets.

“This one is too noisy!”

“Oh, no, this one is far too stubborn!”

“Too shy!”

Instead we are given our children without benefit of making those choices, or wondering if we chose the right one. We take what we are given and after counting fingers and toes decide that the child we were given is a perfect fit.

Of course, we don’t know that God doesn’t look at children yet to be born and parents-to-be and find Himself saying;

“This one is too noisy!”

“Oh, no, this one is far too stubborn!”

“Too shy!”

Reading

I like reading – not particularly surprising for a writer. However, I am fairly picky about what I read. I like to read things that make me feel better after reading than before I started.

Science fiction often gives me a sense of hope for the future. In many cases it plays out a triumph of good vs. evil in very blatant and obvious images; subtlety is lost on me.

Technical articles teach me things, whether it’s how to build or use something, or the theory as to how (and more importantly why) things work.

History is fascinating because it explains how and why, introduces me to fascinating people (and if written properly – warts and all) and often shows the (eventual) triumph of good over evil.

The Bible – you either know why or explaining it wouldn’t help.

So, if you’ll excuse me, I think I may go and read something.

Please Explain This to Me

I recently read that in the Northwest wind turbines are producing too much electricity so they are paying the turbine operators to shut them down.

Now I’m confused.

Given the concept of greenhouse gasses, global warming, and the other environmental issues, wouldn’t it make better sense to throttle back the fossil fuel burning generators and let the wind turbines continue to produce? Wouldn’t that create market forces favoring renewable energy?

Did any of these people stay awake in Economics 101 when they were teaching the concept of supply and demand? If so, why pay ANYONE to not produce power?

All answers are welcome.

Joseph

I intended to post this yesterday but the copy I e-mailed from a remote location disappeared.

Today is the Feast of St. Joseph, a particularly interesting individual.

Not a lot of factual information is available about Joseph given the significant role he played. Most believe he was a carpenter while a few think he was actually a stone mason. In either case, he was a trained craftsman who worked with his hands. He was betrothed but not yet married to Mary and when she became pregnant, he did not wish her exposed to scandal, so he decided to quietly divorce her. He changed his mind when an angel intervened and explained Divine Incarnation. I guess for most of us it would take a personal visit by the Archangel Gabriel if we were the one affected so up close and personal.

The Bible tells us that after Jesus birth he took the family to Egypt until Herod the Great died and no longer was a threat to Jesus. The last we hear of him is when the family travels to the Temple in Jerusalem and Jesus becomes separated from them. Mary and Joseph each believe Jesus is with the other (men and women tended to travel separately, or at least congregate so.) Jesus is found back at the Temple, in His Father’s house.

There’s a debate as to whether or not Mary and Joseph had any more children together. The official teaching of the Catholic Church is that Mary remained a virgin. The “brothers and sisters” of Jesus are explained as Joseph’s children from a previous marriage and that Joseph was a widower or else they are extended family such as cousins. The Bible specifically states that Mary and Joseph had no relations until after the baby (Jesus) was born. And of course there is the matter of Jesus brother James being an important leader in the early church. However, I’ll let the learned theologians debate this issue. I figure that it is as important as how many angels can dance on the head of a pin when it comes to matters that affect our Christian lifestyle.

In any case, I do believe that Joseph had a tremendously important role. As the Son of God, Jesus already had a Father. However, Joseph was his Daddy.

Joseph was the one who taught Jesus about life taught him the family trade. Obviously Joseph saw to his religious education, since we know he took the family to the Temple for the presentation/circumcision as well as when Jesus was older. It is reasonable to surmise that Joseph Someone saw to it that Jesus was properly brought up in the Jewish faith with all its cultural and philosophical implications. It is reasonable to surmise that this was Joseph.

As his Daddy, Joseph probably had a hand in explaining life from Jesus first “What’s that?” through the endless asking of “Why” and all the other questions a Daddy answers. Likewise, I suspect that when Jesus broke something, Joseph did the appropriate Daddy duty of repairing it. Through all of this, I also suspect that Joseph taught Jesus how to be a man. After all, he already knew how to be God, but like any child he needed to learn what was expected of a person. What to say; what not to say; how to act.

In the Cosmic sense, these acts don’t bear documentation in the Bible. However, I tend to believe that even if it wasn’t important to the chroniclers, it was important to Jesus the toddler, Jesus the adolescent and even Jesus the young adult. I suspect that how Jesus interacted with his followers, especially the Apostles was due in part to what Joseph had taught him.

Finally, I suspect that God as Father and Joseph as Daddy resulted in a beautiful complementary arrangement. It also is a wonderful example. Our children and ourselves are all God’s children and he is our Father. However, some of us are blessed to fill in for God and be a Daddy to those children with whom he’s blessed us.

You Got Mail (Maybe)

Actually I wrote a very thoughtful piece for today and e-mailed it to myself, or so I thought. Now it’s either lost in the ether (as they used to say) or someone is wondering why in the world they were emailed a philosophical piece.

It seems only fair that as e-mail has replaced snail mail we find many of the same issues but on a different scale. It used to be that when we wrote a letter it was several weeks before we expected – or more accurately hoped for – a reply. Now we expect an answer almost instantaneously. However, in both cases, it’s just too slow to satisfy us.

Every once in a while, but not so often that we’d expect it, something got lost. Just like with e-mail today.

And yes, every letter was expected to be answered. However a few handwritten letters a month is hard to compare to a full e-mail box every day.

The physical mailbox used to be stuffed with catalogs, some of which (e.g. the Sears Christmas Toy Catalog) we loved, others which we found boring. Today our e-mailbox gets stuffed on a daily basis of which a good portion gets pre-disposed (nice pun, huh?) by the spam filter.

So I guess the more things change the more they remain the same.

Of course there are differences. There used to be songs about the mail. “I’m Going to Sit Right Down and Write Myself a Letter (and Make Believe It Came From You.”) “Please, Mr. Postman” and “My Baby Just Wrote Me a Letter.”

So if you got my e-mail by mistake, just do the electronic equivalent of marking it “Return to Sender.”

March – A Special Month

March is kind of a funny month, and I’m not talking about “In like a lion, out like a lamb.” However, it does give you a good excuse to dig up that old John Belushi performance from Saturday Night Live (Available on Youtube, of course.)

March has got St. Patrick’s Day (although one politically correct school principal wants to change it to “O’Green Day”). Regardless, it’s a day when everybody gets to be Irish, whether you wish to or not. And that includes the O’Bernsteins, the O’Smielgewski’s, the O’Rodriguez’s and the O’Chans.

March gives you the opportunity to switch to Daylight Savings Time – sometimes referred to as “National Screw Up Your Circadian Rhythm Day.” March also has the first day of Spring. There’s the Ides of March (watch out Caesar!), and the Feast of St. Joseph when the swallows return to Capistrano.

For having no official holidays, i.e. one that gives you a paid day off work, it’s a busy time.

Well, there is one official holiday, at least in Northern Ohio – Buzzard Day. Tradition has it that in Hinckley, Ohio a barn burnt down and the buzzards (turkey vultures, actually) swarmed to feast on the roasted pigs, or cows, or whatever – no one is 100% sure what the barn held or if it really existed. In any case, the legend continues that every year on March 15th the buzzards return. On the weekend closest to the 15th there’s a celebration traditionally including a pancake breakfast. After all, when I say “buzzard” you immediately think of pancakes, now don’t you?

Years ago the powerhouse rock and roll radio station in Cleveland, WMMS started calling itself “The Buzzard.” It’s still around although I haven’t listened to it since I left Ohio in 1993. Of course if they cater to the same listeners, “Powerhouse Rock and Roll” is now pronounced “Oldies” in most radio markets.

It’s kind of funny how we’ll take something tremendously unattractive, like buzzards, and make a big deal out of them.

Doylestown, Ohio got overrun with skunks in August one year, so they began to make a big deal out of “Skunk Day” each year. There were the usual small town events – parades and such and even a ham radio special event station. Hams traditionally exchange special postcards acknowledging their contacts which are called QSL cards; QSL is a Morse Code abbreviation for “I acknowledge receiving you.” If you “worked” (i.e. made a ham radio contact with) the special event station in Doylestown on Skunk Day you’d get a slightly different confirmation than the usual card. It would be a scratch and sniff (yes, skunk scented) certificate.

So in that spirit, I recommend that everyone immediately go out and find some ugly critter and petition your local government to adopt it as a mascot and have a big hoopla. If you don’t have a favorite, may I recommend the armadillo, opossum, nutria and muskrat as excellent choices?

Don’t try for frogs – Rayne, Louisiana long ago declared itself the Frog Capital.

Rites of Passage

I have a grown son, so I know how you blink and suddenly your toddler is leaving for college. My younger kids are finishing elementary school and middle school respectively, and we’re in the home stretch for this academic year. That’s one reason I haven’t been writing as much lately – the Mom & Dad Taxi, Catering and Concierge Service, Ltd. (Lots of tiring days) has been very, very busy.

Tonight was a rite of passage for Katie. Each year the fifth graders (highest grade for elementary school) have a basketball game against the teachers. I’m told the teachers won once. I believe that was inadvertent. (When I saw my daughter’s teacher tonight I asked him if he was going to cheat. He said, “Absolutely!”) Needless to say, the students won by 1 point. Even if the kids “know” one point leaves them with the thought as to what might have been.

Katie was chosen to play for the students. She is very athletic, BUT she has not yet hit a growth spurt and stands 4’4″. Fortunately most of the boys in her grade haven’t started to grow yet either, so she wasn’t head and shoulders beneath the pack. In any case, her soccer training stood her in good stead as she ran back and forth covering the length of the court. She even sunk two and assisted on half a dozen others.

So why am I boring you with this?

I firmly believe that we are all called upon for specific duties and ministries. Some are lofty and immediately recognized by others. On the other hand, some are extremely important yet out of the spotlight. Being out of the spotlight is not bad – it lets you spend your time focused on what’s really important.

Tonight my duty and ministry was to be with and watch my daughter play in the student teacher basketball game. Sometimes the duty we are assigned is better than any reward we could get for completing it.

The Incumbents

The recall campaign regarding the parents at the Smith home has reached a crescendo such that the local media can no longer ignore it. The campaigns are hard fought and the incumbents are not willing to give any ground and risk losing their positions as mother and father to this family.

Now it’s true that Emily, the incumbent mother has inadvertently hurt her running mate, Bob. This was due primarily to her unfortunate use of the “Wait until your father gets home!” tactic. The populace, otherwise known as the Smith children, have compared this to a type of “double jeopardy” since they believe that they are being tried and punished by each parent. Bob wisely has decided not to respond to this, especially with the politically suicidal response of, “It was your mother’s idea.”

So far Mr. & Mrs. Smith have united their efforts, and given the pressure they’re under, this is to be commended. It is so rare to see a civilized campaign of any type in this day and age.

Current issues that are deadlocked include the following complaints or demands from the Smith children:

1. Insufficient options for entertainment – which they claim will only be rectified by subscribing to the double premium platinum cable package. So far Bob has refused to budge on this issue pointing out that if he were to acquiesce on this, the monthly cable bill would be higher than the total price of his first car – including a year’s worth of gasoline.

2. Cruel and unusual punishment – This refers primarily to forced inclusion of vegetables at most meals, especially since at some meals several vegetables may be sered. To quote Sally, age 10, “Waterboarding or brussel sprouts; they’re equally repugnant and should be universally abolished!” So far appeals to Amnesty International by the Smith children have gone unanswered. The parents offer to serve more vegetables covered with a cheese sauce has not been favorably received.

3. Lack of equal treatment – John, age 16 has demanded that he be treated equally with his peers who have no curfew, are allowed to stay up as late as they wish, never go to church and come and go without having to report to their parents. Mrs. Smith was lucky enough to turn her head before rolling her eyes; although there were several witnesses, it was not recorded by any cameras.

4. And finally, Sally has pointed out the failures of the current administration with regard to adequate expenditures. “My friends,” she points out, “have swimming pools, beach houses, really neat vacations and they ALL get brand new BMWs as soon as they turn 16!”

It’s hardly a one sided campaign, though. Bob and Emily have their own demands, including:

1. Good grades including the completion of all homework assignments on time and studying before tests. The children maintain that so long as they pass their state-wide standardized tests, that should be adequate. The parents have taken a “No Compromise” position on this issue.

2. Clean bedrooms. To this Sally has responded, “It depends upon what your definition of ‘clean’ is.” John is more politically aware and is quoted as saying, “It depends on what your definition of ‘is’ is.”

3. Respect. Sally quickly points out that parents don’t need to be respected. “All parents are idiots! If you watch any show on the Disney Channel or Nickelodean and you’ll realize that all parents are dimmer than a 5 watt CFC light bulb. Thank goodness for clever and quick witted children!”

This recall campaign will remain spirited all the way until November, and this reporter believes that neither side is willing to yield. However, as incumbent, “Dad” Bob isn’t afraid to be tough.

“Sally’s computer is on its last leg,” he calmly replies, “and she’s going to need a replacement. We’ll see who blinks first. And as far as John goes? If he doesn’t come around I’ve got a whole list of humorous stories to share with his friends. It’s amazing how one of these stories will set the tone for any girl he’s dating.”

When I asked what he’d do if these measures, as extreme as they are, weren’t sufficient to bring this confrontation to an end, Bob told me he had the answer in two words.

“Cellphone cancellation.”

The smart money knows which way this contest is going to end.

The Futility of Table Manners

Generally speaking, I try to be a reasonably civilized person and adhere to the local customs and mores. I realize that culture is a locally derived set of rules that are neither better nor worse than the rules used elsewhere. In one part of the world, for example, everyone decides that chopsticks will be the norm while in another knives and forks are required.

However, as far as I’m concerned, people with too much time on their hands (and money – otherwise they’d have to spend that time at work) have decided that THEY get to make up the rules.

I say that this is America, and as a democratic republic we should take back the table manners decisions from the one percent and give them back to the ninety-nine percent. Maybe the protests against Wall Street didn’t work, but here is a cause worth fighting for! Why do they get to impose their dumb rules on the rest of us?

Let’s talk about tableware first. There is no reason, and I mean none, for having 37 forks, 6 spoons and a complete set of Ginsu knives for each place at the table. While the knives will get conversations started among the men, leading first to comparing pocket knives and ultimately to discussions about firearms, it’s just not necessary. Why, for example do restaurants provide a butter knife and then serve a pat of butter that has been frozen in liquid nitrogen to the consistency of a granite counter top? Usually you either break the butter knife or launch the pat of butter like some deadly cryogenic tiddlywink.

I’ve seen some tables set with so many utensils that every other seat was unoccupied because all the room was taken up with the neighbors’ hardware. I guess it’s to impress us that they have staff to wait on them, because no normal person has time, energy or a large enough dishwasher to handle all that stuff.

Proper place setting calls for the forks (all or most of the 37) to be placed on the left, and all the knives, with the possible exception of the butter knife and the K-Bar to be placed on the right, inboard of the spoons. However, most people hold their fork in their right hand, switching it to the left hand when using a knife for cutting food. Now, before you tell me that sophisticated people hold the fork in their left hand let me point out that our founding fathers intentionally migrated away from the manner in which Europeans in general and the British in particular did things. They replaced the bow with the handshake. They used the right hand for the fork. Unfortunately the manners police didn’t rearrange the flatware to accommodate this.

The consumption of soup has caused more families to break up than a fling with Kat von D. It is simply impossible to eat soup when it’s hot without accompanying sound effects. The only alternative is to wait until it’s too cold to be tasty, at which time it can be placed into the mouth without second and third degree burns. The Japanese kicked our butts on this one by deciding that soup should be sipped directly from the bowl. Speaking of which, you know as well as I do that the experts on manners secretly relish early morning breakfasts before anyone else is awake as they happily drink the sugared up cereal milk right out of the bowl. It makes them feel positively wicked.

Finally, there’s the incomprehensible rule calling for no elbows on the table. The chair and the table are specifically engineered to place the table at the perfect height for elbows. There is absolutely no functional reason for not putting elbows on the table. The only thing that I can figure is that the manners police were keeping the area clear in case they developed even more metal tools. Since the top and both sides of the plate are already taken, only the space between the plate and the diner remained.

So, why do I bring all this up? I’ve decided that this is the reason that Americans have such a fondness for fast food. Most of it is eaten without utensils, and by using the drive through even the table can be avoided. Cleanup is quick and easy with everything remaining after the meal tossed into the trash. It’s the only thing that makes sense.

A Politically Unpopular Disease

There was an interesting piece in The Washington Post (<- Click Here) by Laurie McClellan on March 5 titled, “The doctor diagnosed chronic Lyme disease, but many experts say it doesn’t exist.” It is a very interesting article, and one of the areas it explores is the fact that some “experts” deny the existence of Chronic Lyme Disease. They apparently can’t say what IS wrong, only that they’re sure that these patients don’t have Chronic Lyme Disease because it doesn’t exist.

Unfortunately, the symptoms of whatever this disease is or isn’t called are debilitating and materially decrease quality of life for those afflicted.
Here are my thoughts:

1. Science is based on theories. As more data relating to a particular theory are available, the more refined the theory becomes. In ideal cases, it is possible to prove a theory. However, it is generally accepted that it is not possible to prove a negative. If little green men land in a space ship, we’ve proven that life exists elsewhere. In the absence of little green men, we can’t prove life does not exist elsewhere.

2. We’ve only scratched the surface on the diagnosis and treatment of disease and injury. Thirty years ago patients died because CT and MR scanners were not readily available. What will we know and be able to accomplish thirty years from today?

3. Educated and intelligent professionals in healthcare are trained to rapidly make decisions based on available data and to immediately act on those decisions. Educated and intelligent professionals in research are trained to question the meaning of available data and to look at more than a single meaning that can be ascribed to that data.

4. Wouldn’t it make more sense to focus the efforts on solving this disease rather than worrying about what it’s called?

In the article, several patients and their symptoms were described. After undergoing treatment for this potentially non-existent disease, their symptoms appeared to improve. Under the concept of “First, do no harm,” withholding treatment is certainly hard to defend as an option.

If those who believe that the disease does not exist can produce better results with these patients, then I propose that they treat the Chronic Lyme patients and publish their results. If they cannot, I propose that they defer to those who are achieving some degree of help and comfort for these patients.

Presidential Election Issues

Remember Quemoy & Matsu?

I didn’t think so. In 1960, when I was in elementary school, candidates Kennedy and Nixon argued over the importance and defense of two little islands located over 100 miles from Taiwan and close to Mainland China. The islands were claimed by both. The debate centered around whether the US should intervene if China attacked these islands.

The reason you probably don’t remember Quemoy and Matsu is because although they were a major campaign issue in 1960, they were not then and are not an issue of any importance to the real world.

Things have not changed. Today as we approach presidential elections, the economy is terrible. Housing foreclosures – both legal and Robocop signed illegal – continue. Jobs may have marginally improved, but there are still too many people out of work. Iran may already have a nuclear weapon that they’ve tested in North Korea. Israel is preparing to do whatever is necessary to stop Iran. Gas prices continue to climb.

And what is the big issue in the presidential campaign?

Birth control.

I know this can be an emotional issue. I agree that no person should be required to act against their moral beliefs, even if that person is acting on behalf of an organization. Christianity recognizes and honors a number of individuals who were martyred when they refused to compromise their beliefs. Is this issue on par with what the martyrs faced? To some people, yes. To others, not so much.

Perhaps the question really is much less philosophical. Maybe what we need to resolve is, “Can the federal government require people to expend money by means other than taxes?” – this is an interesting and potentially important question. However, this hardly seems worthy of being declared the key issue of the presidential election.

On the other hand, there are religious operated businesses such as hospitals, charities and schools, including universities. These were once operated as ministries of their respective religious organizations – often as works of mercy. Today, however, most of these are operated in a manner identical to their competitors who may be owned by government bodies, corporations, etc. The religious hospital bill collectors and lawyers are every bit as aggressive as those working for non-religious organizations. Does the religious hospital’s patient billing office reflect on the moral value of charging $20 for something as common as an aspirin or a band aid?

I can’t answer these questions, but I can answer the important one, below.

“Will history books in 100 years speak to the presidential election of 2012 as the one in which birth control played a decisive role?”

Nope.

Unless the history book happens to have been published on either the island of Quemoy or Matsu.

An Impression of a Loss

Some things disappear all at once. Others fade away unnoticed until one day you suddenly realize it’s gone. In the world of comedy, this is pretty much what has happened to impressionists.

When I was growing up and there were three television networks (the local educational channel was not yet part of PBS) people were exposed to the same characters. There was Ed Sullivan, Jack Benny, George Burns, Dean Martin, and others. An impressionist like Frank Gorshin or David Frye could use a well-known person’s voice to create a tremendously funny situation. Think of Ed Sullivan introducing the Protestant Reformation and you have a pretty good idea.

But today, with 500 or so channels on cable, there’s no common reference point. A comedian could do a totally accurate impersonation of most television hosts and the majority of us would have no idea as to whom he was referring. Maybe Ozzy Osbourne, but what’s the point?

Until a few years ago, at least there was Billy Mays – the pitchman for miscellaneous and sundry products (As Seen on TV), but now he’s just one more operator standing by at that toll free number in the sky.

Parodying Kennedy made a celebrity of Vaughan Meader. Richard Nixon was a staple of comedy in the sixties and seventies. Parodying Barack Obama today would probably be seen as insensitive, although I’m not sure how you could make it funny. Bill Clinton had potential, but he’s just so twentieth century…

So what are we left with? People may hear parodies of Groucho Marx or W.C. Fields and know who’s being impersonated without ever seeing any work by the original. That’s just plain sad.

All I can say is that it’s no wonder given such an environment that otherwise normal people actually pay money to watch Adam Sandler.

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