We Don’t Need No Education

 

Imagine you’re a parent of two toddlers and have foolishly bought a toy from the devil (Who knows? Maybe the kids were your first sucker’s bet with Beelzebub).  After the transaction, you learn the details of the Faustian bargain: The toy will forever please them, but it cannot be withheld from them. They must be allowed to play with it.

You’re driving home with it, and the toddlers in the backseat begin to bawl over who gets to play with it first. What do you do?Image result for crying kids in backseat

I’ve asked several parents, including my mother, that question. Every one have said they would break the devil’s deal and smash the toy. But I suggest this as a counter if you had to abide by the terms: You decide which child is the more reasonable, and explain that the immature one gets it first, and the more mature one will get an equal amount of playtime afterward. A bitter pill for the mature child, to be sure. But the only way  to not veer off the road and through the bridge, killing you all.

That’s where we are now. Donald Trump is the devil. The border wall is the toy. And the parties are the bawling kids. Unfortunately, there is no parent in the car. So it’s up to the more mature child to swallow the bitter pill.

Yet neither kid is opting to take on the role. Trump would no sooner cave on the wall than he would read a book. And Nancy Pelosi said in an interview this weekend she would not concede “one dollar” to the $5.7 billion dollar wall bill — or 1/8 of 1% of America’s $4 trillion budget. That means the toy could be bought at a 99 cent store — with change.Image result for 99 cent store toy

Meanwhile, 800,000 American federal employees received a paycheck Friday that read $0.00 — along with news that neither side is willing to give an inch.

How dare we treat nearly a million Americans this way? The media likes to call these workers pawns in the showdown, but that’s bullshit. At least pawns stay sheltered in a box.

Not so for many Americans. After Trump’s bullshit address calling the southern border a “humanitarian crisis,” Bernie Sanders issued an online rebuttal. During it, he said he personally heard from a federal worker who had $100 left in her checking account; not enough to feed her kids for a week, let alone make a car or rental payment.

Yet not one Democrat has suggested just giving baby his binky, even though they could avoid a political loss of face by allowing Trump to declare a national emergency. They’ve even promised to fight the declaration in court if he were to do so. All the way to the Supreme Court, they vow.

Gosh, I wonder how a GOP-run Supreme Court would rule after months of a shutdown.

Pride apparently forbids giving an inch, even if that inch leaves 800,000 unpaid. That’s larger than the population of five states and the District of Columbia. Would they think that way if an entire state was left out of work?

Maybe they would. Chuck Schumer said last week that Dems would not allow Trump to hold Americans hostage.

Let’s play this out. Say a Mideast country kidnapped 800,000 Americans. And they demanded $10 billion, or they would behead each and every one of the hostages. Would a politician dare say “we do not acquiesce to terrorists demands” and tell the country to go ahead, chop away?Image result for mideast beheadings

Of course not. We’d pay the ransom, get the people back, then bomb the offending country back into the stone age.

The Dems have been offered that metaphorical bomb with Trump’s threat. The emergency declaration puts the border fiasco squarely on his plate — and the plate of Republicans. And Americans get to work. Our government gets to run. Our national parks get to shake their current curse of becoming national toilets.

What more ammunition could Dems ask for in a 2020 election, when a tyrannical president and key GOP Senatorial seats are in jeopardy?

Republicans know this, which is why they’re cautioning President Dullard not to do it. Yet Lisa Murkowski, a GOP senator from Alaska, actually said this on the record:Image result for lisa murkowski with trump

“The real concern that I have is the precedent that this then sets because this border security is Donald Trump’s priority, (and) we don’t know who the next president may be. But it may be a president where their number one priority is dealing with climate change who says ‘I don’t care whether I have support of the Congress, I’m going to direct these funds to address this because I feel like this is a crisis,'”

Why wouldn’t Dems want this precedent set? Why not dare Trump to call one, just to goad him into a boondoggle? If global warming isn’t the true definition of a national emergency, what is? And Murkowski publicly marked her party as the one that doubts science, questions global warming. Trump and his lackeys have offered a gift neatly wrapped and bowed. Yet somehow, Dems are looking that political gift horse straight in the gullet.Image result for gift horse

I get the discomfort of swallowing a bitter pill. I take 16 pills a day for my transplants. Eight of them are bitter as hell. Over 19 years, that’s 55,480 bitter pills. If one doesn’t go down smoothly with water, it’s like sucking on rusted metal, and leaves an aftertaste for  about a minute.

But the greater gain is worth the bitterness. Dems should try swallowing just one.

In addition, they could try this simple exercise, since a brain scan is complicated: Take both hands, and put them on your hips. Then slowly move your hands along your body behind you at the same pace, until your fingers touch.

If you do it right, you’ll find a spine.

 

 

 

 

Six Thousand, Nine Hundred Thirty Five and Counting

 

Happy Birthday Samuel!

Can you believe we met 19 years ago? That’s 6,935 days we’ve known each other. Or 166,440 hours. Or 9,986,400 seconds. But who’s counting?

Well, to be honest, I am. Every one of them.

I never told you what the doctors told me before they introduced us. They said that most organ transplants are a short-term lease. On average, they said, a transplanted organ lasts an average of seven years before a rejection. They told me that average was dragged down by patients who foolishly thought thought they were cured with the surgery, to the point they would stop taking their immunosuppresants.

So be diligent, they said. Take them religiously, they said.

Screw religion. I’m a born again Samuelist. This is the proudest achievement of my life, and I say that without reservation or hesitation: I have prayed at your altar every day since our bittersweet introduction. I have not missed a single day of taking the meds that keep you in my body, in my heart. Show me an evangelist with that track record.

There’s something else a doctor told me, only this year. Did you know that pancreas transplants didn’t become a recognized, routine operation until 2008? Every doctor I meet gives me a double take when I tell him we joined forces in 2000. Only three months ago, an emergency room nurse told me she had never even heard of a pancreas transplant, that she didn’t know the surgery exists.

I wanted to report her to the AMA to get her license revoked. Instead, I did what I thought you would do: I held no malice. Instead I took the bright path, as everything I’ve read about you said  you did. Instead, I simply held this notion, gripped this epiphany:

We’re pioneers, brother. You want to be Lewis or Clark?

I’ll be honest: It wasn’t a year without hiccups, Sam. The surgery came freighted with nausea a year after our coupling. I got to know the inside of a toilet bowl more intimately than Mr. Clean.Image result for mr. clean

I tried everything the past year. Juggling a half dozen nausea meds. Avoided eating before any occasion of significance (I even had a term for it, “carving widows” of nausea-free moments). Smoked weed like the burnouts I disdained in high school.

But on my last hospital visit (the one with Nurse Ratched), a doctor told me, for the first time, that blood tests indicated some signs of rejection.

You can’t imagine the chill that went through my body at that word, rejection. No doctor ever uttered it to me (other than as warning at our surgery). Then, as my blood test results began to improve, he said goodbye with a single sentence. “More water, less weed.”

When I got home that day, I took every flake of weed, every pipe, every stoner’s tool of choice, chucked them in bins and stored them under the sink and in the rafters of the garage, never to be touched again. Then I went to the grocery store and bought literally dozens of Gatorade, Powerade, every beverage the docs said would keep you hydrated, keep your potassium and magnesium levels at proper measure.

This is what my fridge looks like now. I guzzle ades  like a linebacker in the fourth quarter of a television commercial. 

And you know what? The nausea disappeared like a Vegas magic trick. Mom would be pissed if I didn’t knock on wood at that utterance. So I’m rapping my forehead now.

But I feel stronger now, tougher now, smarter now. Who could dare claim credit except you?

A final admission before I wrap up this blathering. Whenever someone asks me whether I’m up to a daunting task, I like to act tough. I say, “Are you kidding? I carry the dead.”

That’s a bald faced lie. In truth, I carry the living.

Here’s  to 10 million seconds and ticking.

Here’s Looking at You, Dumbass

 

It’s one thing to incorporate movie quotes into your personal life. Hell, I could life-coach a douche into a half dozen dates with quotes from Jerry Maguire alone, provided you show me the money, complete me and help me help you. You had me at sucker.

But what do you do with dimwits who incorporate on-screen behavior into their real lives?

Netflix is grappling with that question now, thanks to mentally impaired fans of Bird Box, the wildly popular movie that has them taking the “Bird Box challenge.”

The exercise, which goes by the meme-friendly #BirdBoxChallenge,  is really an invitation to stupidity. The Sandra Bullock horror flick posits that evil forces have haunted Earth, turning people suicidal (or murderous if they’re psychotic) when they see the demon, which is never shown in the film. Based on the bestseller by  Josh Malerman, the only escape is to gouge out your eyes or blindfold yourself.Image result for bird box

While the film excised the gouging element, it fully embraced the blindfolds — and prompted fans to do the same. People are attempting everything from walking around their homes to pouring a drink to applying lipstick on the willing.

Unsurprisingly,  dullards are taking it further, from blindfolding their children to walking out in public, prompting Netflix to issue this Twitter plea:

“Can’t believe I have to say this, but: PLEASE DO NOT HURT YOURSELVES WITH THIS BIRD BOX CHALLENGE,” read the unnamed corporate post. “We don’t know how this started, and we appreciate the love, but Boy and Girl (the film’s child protagonists) have just one wish for 2019 and it is that you not end up in the hospital due to memes.”

Even the National Federation of the Blind had to issue a condemnation. “They’re going to get the wrong idea about blind people, and what blindness is actually like,” the federation tweeted. “The #BirdBoxChallenge creates mistaken and harmful impressions of blindness and blind people, perpetuating misconceptions. We strongly condemn it.”

Of course, this is foolishness nothing new for viewers, who have been co-opting ridiculous behavior on screen since, well, the invention of screens, when kids jumped off house roofs after seeing Superman take flight in TV serials.Image result for superman flying tv series 1952

At least kids had the excuse of the naivete of age. But it takes a darker turn with adults. Just ask Drake, who saw  people jumping out of cars while driving to emulate a dance to his song  “In My Feelings” last year.  That “challenge” led to a spate of minor injuries and prompted the National Transportation Safety Board to issue a  warning that should be obvious: Do not to leap from a moving car to bust a move.Image result for in my feelings

But there’s no such thing as obvious to some fans. Here are five of the most horrifying examples of viewers taking on-screen mimicry too far:

  • The scene: Doc Brown drives through a time portal in a wall in 1985’s Back to the Future.
  • how to purchase disulfiram Real life: In 2015, an unidentified 40-year-old Nashville man who saw the movie drove his Dodge Challenger 88 miles an hour into a brick wall of a Pensacola, Fla. shopping mall. The mall was empty and the man suffered only minor injuries and was released after a psychological evaluation. 7-drive-thru-brick-wall_000014556671_Small
  • The scene: In the 1999 movie October Sky, hero Homer Hickam (Jake Gyllynhaal) pulls spikes out of train tracks and sells them to fund a rocket.
  • Real life: Police in Thiensville, Wisc. arrested two teenagers in 2006 for removing 157 railroad spikes to sell for scrap metal at $3 apiece. The teens, whose names were not released, were ordered to pay $2,500 in damages, $3,000 in replacement costs and the active CN Railroad line was shut for more than a week.

 

  • The scene: In the film Wedding Crashers, Owen Wilson spikes Bradley Cooper’s drink with the eye drop Visine, giving Cooper a nasty case of diarrhea.
  • Real life: Fox Valley Technical College student Luciana Reichel, 22, from Appleton Wisconsin, was jailed for 90 days on a felony count of placing foreign objects in edibles after emulating the prank. According to the criminal complaint, on ‘numerous occasions’ in 2011 Reichel placed Visine in a quart-sized water bottle used by Briannia Charapata, her 20-year-old dorm roommate, who was treated for nausea and diarrhea.

 

  • The scene: Venturing into wilderness  in 2007’s Into the Wild. Christopher McCandless became a survivalist who wandered into the wilderness, dying of starvation in 1992 and becoming the subject of a bestselling book and big studio film.
  • Real life: Dustin Self, a 19-year-0ld man inspired by the film to go “off the grid,” left his home in Piedmont, Okla., in March 2013. His remains were found by a deer hunter a month later. Self died of exposure.

 

  • The scene: In Disney’s 1993 The Program, a drunk and drugged out character Joe Kane lies down on the road, daring cars to drive over him in an inebriated bout of bravado.
  • Real life:  Michael A. Shingledecker Jr., 18, of Polk, Pa., was killed almost instantly in 1993 when he and a friend were struck by a pickup truck while lying on a two-lane highway in the small borough in western Pennsylvania. His friend, Dean G. Bartlett, 17, was critically injured. And Michael Macias, 17, of Syosset, Long Island., was critically injured when he was hit by a car at in October 1993  as he lay in the middle of the road.

To pseudo-quote Lieutenant Colonel Bill Kilgore  in Apocalypse Now,  “I love the smell of nitwits in the morning.”Image result for apocalypse now kilgore

 

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