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My fathers Ike Jacket

Yes.

The “locked in“ stroke.

We were called for a welfare check. A man in his 50s hadn’t shown up to work for days. Work called his mom because he was listed as the emergency contact. The mother called us because she lived in a different city. We show up first, and have to wait for fire to arrive so they can force entry. Very very often, these calls end up with the discovery of the patient being deceased.

We make entry into the apartment, and there’s a bad smell, so I’m pretty sure what we’re going to find. We find the patient in bed, with the bedding heavily soiled in waste. The patient was prone so we roll him over for the assessment, and he opens his eyes. I talk to him and his absolutely no response. No movement. I am beginning to think he is in a coma or vegetative state. And then I say to him “if you understand me, can you blink twice“

And he does.

Crap.

I ask him again, he does it again. I check his blood sugar hoping he’s having a diabetic event, and it’s low like someone who hasn’t eaten in five days but it’s normal. I check the extent of the paralysis, and he can’t so much as move his lips. Just blink, because the eyes are wired more directly to the brain. We take him to the stroke centre and he gets an emergent CT.

Massive haemorrhagic stroke, in other words a brain bleed, in the cerebellum, which controls all body movement. Absolutely nothing to be done.

Eventually he will probably get one of those eye tracking keyboards where you wear goggles and have a keyboard displayed in front of you. If you look at a letter long enough it will “type” it on an output screen.

Functional MRI has recently allowed physicians to discover that some patients they thought were in a coma from a stroke were actually fully conscious. Those patients couldn’t even move their eyes. But they placed them in a special MRI, and told them to think of a very particular thing. I think it was to imagine they were playing tennis. Apparently that produces a recognizable pattern. And they were able to start yes/no communications with them that way.

So, yeah, locked in strokes are pretty horrific.

There was a guy in High School, Don, who dated a female friend.

The guy was an unmitigated asshole, wholly preoccupied with being “cool,” often at the expense of others.

He was like some character out of an 80’s teenie movie, the “bad” boy that girls liked, who smoked cigarettes and had tattoos.

He wasn’t particularly nice or polite in my presence, so as a rational human being – I didn’t like the guy.

As I said, Don was dating a female friend, and she loved giving me the play-by-play on their relationship.

One day she relayed this crazy story to me. She had been with Don at his dad’s house (his parents were divorced), upstairs watching TV in his room.

His dad apparently came home drunk, came stomping up the stairs, and barged into Don’s bedroom. He grabbed Don, threw him up against a wall and started choking him with both hands while yelling at him.

All in front of her.

She came to learn that this wasn’t a one-off incident.

Her recounting led me to rethink Don, and other quintessential jerks I’d known over the years.

Yes, there are surely authentic bad people out there.

But often, these unpleasant behaviors stem from somewhere else: a troubled past, abusive parents, a list of things that all lead to a place of pain.

Consequently and frequently, I’ve found myself inching closer to people I don’t initially like.

No, this isn’t an homage to Sun Tzu’s “Keep your friends close and your enemies closer.”

It’s nobler than that.

It’s merely a suggestion that you attempt to understand the subject of your hatred.

You’ll find that the source of your animosity is often ill-placed, that the people you are put off by aren’t what they seem.

The superficial, insufferable personality is really just a mask for a person who feels misunderstood, alone, weak, disliked, unloved.

I’ve even realized that I disliked a person because I saw something of myself in them, that this person was a mirror of my own problems, a reflection of my own inward-looking dissatisfaction.

The takeaway here isn’t to become a person-charity, taking in every pain-in-the-ass you meet.

It is really just that you give people the benefit of the doubt.

Seek to understand them.

You’ll be surprised by what you learn about that person, human nature, and yourself.

Russia is going after the US’ JUGULAR!

My dad turned 18 in 1957.

He immediately joined the Navy to get away from his abusive household. My dad’s family were poor farmers from Arkansas and moved to California when he was young to be fruit pickers.

My dad (who’s white) family were the only white workers. Most were Hispanic. My dad grew up seeing no color and most of his friends were Hispanic or black.

So as he is in the Navy, he gets a day/night off and decided to go to the bar. While there, he hung out with the Hispanic and black guys from his ship. The other white guys were harassing my dad for hanging with the “non whites”. They actually told his commanding officer when they got back. The commanding officer told my dad he had a choice. He could stop hanging with the “non whites” or be on latrine duty. The guys he was with told my dad to just agree and not be punished. My dad absolutely refuses. He could not understand the blatant prejudice and agreed to latrine duty.

My dad will later admit that he should have agreed due to the abuse he endured both with punishment and the MPs (completely different story). But he just couldn’t at the time due to his personal beliefs and what is right.

My dad, being the man he is, with his solid convictions and sense of right and wrong is what makes my dad a true badass.

There’s a large exodus currently taking place in North America, The UK & Europe… why are so many citizens not only abandoning their Country, but also giving back their passports?

Damn. This is really good. -MM

When I ran my Peugeot 309 and my Vauxhall Astra TD on cooking oil, the only drawback was the sticky mess I used to get around the filler cap where the oil dribbled. I halved my fuel costs, halved my sulphur emissions and significantly reduced wear on the engines.

The only other drawback was only usually being able to buy 3 litre bottles from Tesco or Sainsburys if I wasn’t convenient for a wholesaler. I kept a 1000 litre IBC at home to fill up from, but when out and about, supermarkets were the only real option. In 2011, I did a 2000 mile road trip around the UK using only cooking oil as a fuel. I kept an emergency supply in the boot in case I ended up somewhere at night and all the shops were shut.

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The four bottles with the white caps were 5 litres from a wholesaler. The bottles with the green caps were 3 litre bottles from Sainsburys. Total 44 litres equivalent to a full tank.

Cooking oil was about 40p a litre back then, as compared to about 89p a litre for diesel.

And both cars lasted past 250,000 miles without any problems at all.

I was there alone.

So, naturally, as a houseguest I snooped around my Dad’s condo.

He’d been keeping really odd hours and I honestly couldn’t tell when he was in or out of town on business. He was just never there.

I stepped into his office.

There was the expected assortment of books, printer paper, and software on CD-ROM.

This is what you did when you didn’t have an iPhone or America Online account. Then, out of the blue, something pulled my immediate attention.

It was a soundtrack.

What was even more odd about it was every track was some kind of Latin Jazz.

Now, I treated my Dad’s music collection the way I looked at his aftershave – nice for him but kept at a distance from me.

But this was all kinds of odd.

Then, as if on cue, my Dad showed up. He looked like he had just come from the gym, or that he ran home from the airport in his work clothes.

Me: “Hey, Dad, you look drenched.”

Dad: (excited) “I’ve been dancing.”

He might as well have told me he was selling drugs. Same reaction.

Me: “Wait, what? What kind of dancing?”

Dad: “Ballroom! It’s incredible. You should try it. I’ll bring you. There are so many girls there your age.”

Me: “Okay, hang on a second. First, I’m not 100 years old so you won’t catch me doing ballroom. Second, I’m not going cruising for chicks with you, Dad; that’s crazy.”

Dad: (laughing) “I’m telling you, the teachers at my studio are great. You should give it a try.”

Me: “Your studio? Dad … is this why you have this?”

I held up the soundtrack.

Dad: “Oh yeah, I practice my Cha Cha Cha to that.”

I felt like my dad had joined a cult.

I tried to reason with him. I tried to get him to ask for a refund, but little did I know that he would end up losing 30 pounds, learning a lifelong skill, meeting my step mother and just a few years later…

… I’d be a part of the same, wonderful, life-changing dance cult myself.

Be alert and aware

Tuscan Pasta Stew

A fabulous pasta stew, slow cooked for extra flavor.

Cannelloni
Cannelloni

Ingredients

  • 1 to 1 1/2 pounds boneless skinless chicken breasts, cut into 1 inch pieces
  • 1 (15 1/2 ounce) can red kidney beans, rinsed and drained
  • 1 (15 ounce) can tomato sauce
  • 1 (29 ounce) can Italian stewed tomatoes, undrained
  • 1 (4 1/2 ounce) jar sliced mushrooms, drained
  • 1 cup green bell pepper, chopped
  • 1/2 cup chopped onion
  • 1/2 cup chopped celery
  • 1 tablespoon garlic powder, or to taste
  • 1 cup water
  • 1 teaspoon dried Italian seasoning
  • 6 ounces uncooked thin spaghetti, broken in half

Instructions

  1. Combine all ingredients except spaghetti in slow cooker.
  2. Cover and cook on LOW for 4 to 5 hours.
  3. Stir in spaghetti.
  4. Cover and cook on HIGH for 45 to 50 minutes until pasta is tender.

100% Gods honest truth. I was fired because, I CLOCKED OUT AN HOUR LATE. Yes, you read correctly, not an hour before, but an hour AFTER.

Of course there was history between me and the Boss. He had wanted to get rid of me for over three years, and I never give him the reason to. I worked in a sort of scrap yard in semi-precious metals such as Copper and aluminium. My job was to change the blades on a granulator machine through the night. I loved the job. We worked x4 10 hr nights Monday to Thursday.

I’m not 100% certain, but the company said they were robbed because 8 tons of granulated copper went missing. I heard it was an insurance scam and nothing went missing at all. Working nights we didn’t get to hear any gossip at all. Anyway, when the police investigated, my name was mentioned. Why? I have absolutely no idea. I wasn’t even in the same town when it supposedly happened. I was suspended and I went to seek out a lawyer. I was told if I was found guilty I was looking at up 8 years in prison. But I was told they had to prove it was me. Of course they couldn’t. I was interviewed by the police and they pretty much said we know you didn’t do it, but your bosses keep phoning up asking have we spoke to you yet.

Long story short, the case was dropped and I was allowed to return back to work. After a short while I was summoned into the boss’s office. I was told, let’s start over and get back to how things were before. But I was told I had to sign a new contract which stated I had to start over like it was my 1st day on the job. In the UK we are protected somewhat if we have over 2 years service in. It entitles us not be sacked for instance, simply because they wanted to get rid of you. You could claim unfair dismissal after 2 years also if you thought you were wrongfully dismissed. But I knew all this and I refused to sign knowing full well they could fire me once I signed it.

But by refusing to sign it I was treated like dirt for over two years but never doing anything wrong to give them reason to sack me. Then after two years it happened… I was left a message to come in on Friday morning. I was told the supervisor needed to speak to me. I finished work at 7 AM Friday morning, but because I had to come back in an hour later, my shift boss let me go early. I was told don’t worry about clocking out; it will be sorted. This wasn’t unusual, many a time we would take it in turns to clock everyone out. It just let us get away 30 minutes early on our last shift before weekend.

So I came back in at 8 AM and went to the canteen to get a drink. I noticed I had not been clocked out which was strange, so I clocked out and it showed 8 AM and thought nothing of it. It happened a couple of times before but was very rare. I was extremely tired by morning and the person clocking out like I said on a couple of occasions had forgot, mainly due to being distracted with the new shift coming on. I can’t recall why I was called in, but I think it was something to do with my request for a holiday I wanted off. Again nothing unusual, but it was strange to ask me to make my way back in. But I was so tired I was just relieved I could go home and go to sleep.

Weekend over and I’m back at work Monday night. I’m just about to start and the bosses come into the canteen. They ask to speak to me and ask why I clocked out an hour late and I explained. But they didn’t want to know really; they said I was fired for gross misconduct. I ask on what grounds and they say, “for trying to steal an hour’s pay”.

I knew they had got me and that was that. I simply said, “You finally got me, you bastard”.

I went to see a solicitor and I won my unfair dismissal claim, but I was refused to go back to work. I got a decent-sized compensation deal out of it and I bought myself a van and ended up being a courier delivering same day packages up and down the UK. And I haven’t looked back since.

So there you have it. Fired for clocking out an hour late!

Yes. For 6 years, I cared for a dear man fighting cancer. His family had been long-time friends with members of my family, and he and I connected when we were both older (he was 70 and I was 57). He received his diagnosis and had many upcoming treatment appointments for which his adult children were scrambling to get him to. I volunteered my services, as I worked evenings at a pharmacy and thus had my days free. So for 6 years I drove him to radiation treatments and chemo treatments on an almost daily basis. I helped monitor his sugar levels and when he had to get a feeding tube, I fed him. Toward the end, I moved into his home (I had my own room and bathroom there) to care for him as his treatments were greatly weakening. He was a wonderful person. His sons were pretty great, too, but his daughter was another matter . . .

Anyway, his weight had dropped again, and I managed to get it back up and his strength back up to the point where he planted a vegetable garden like he used to do, even though he wouldn’t physically be able to eat anything from it. At this point, I had a few legal issues that required me to be in Florida. I expected it to be for a month, two tops, but it turned into several. We were in contact daily, by phone and text. His health started to decline again and it was obvious that his daughter was angry with me “for leaving him” because she was now taxed with helping him – her own father.

He passed away before I could get back – I was literally on the plane when it happened. The way I was treated by his family when I arrived is a whole ‘nother story, and not a good one. Fast forward around 8 or 9 months, and I received notice that I am being sued by his “estate” – the daughter was executrix. Apparently, unbeknown to me, he had left me some money, $25,000 worth. The daughter was claiming that I had taken advantage of him, that he was feeble-minded at the end (which he was most certainly NOT and I had witnesses willing to testify to that fact) and didn’t know what he was doing blah-blah-blah.

He never mentioned to me that he planned to do that and I truly was caught off-guard by his generosity. However, my care for him was never about money. Never. I’m dead certain I could have fought the lawsuit and won handily (I did get an attorney), but I didn’t want the money. I was plenty good enough to care for their dad when he was seriously ill, but now things had changed. The daughter lied about several things and the brothers decided to back her instead of sticking up for me as they should have. All she would have had to do was call me and I would have gladly signed off on this little piece of his estate. The lawsuit was completely unnecessary but spoke directly to her character.

I still have flowers put on his grave, even though I live many states away. If I never see any of his family again, it will be too soon.

Yes, got laid off from my current job at my company and was lucky enough to find another job within the same company in payroll. On the 3rd day on my new job, I was told by the lead, who was training me that she went to our senior manager, who by the way hired me and said I was perfect for the job, that she complained to him about hiring me because I was retirement age. I was 64 but fully capable of performing this job as my previous job was tons more challenging and did it with ease. I was so shocked that someone would actually tell me that to my face. As a result, she gave half of my intended job to another employee. And anytime I offered to take on more work, I was shut down. So, I spent 4 of 5 hours a day bored to death. Hung out for another year and retired, I’m sure to her delight. I was in an office union, but because this individual was the lead and also a union steward, I was screwed. But I was never treated so disrespectfully and bothers me to this day. I really was intending to work much longer as I’m in excellent physical and mental health. But it has always bothered me that I was treated in such an unjust, disrespectful way. Just very sad that I felt I had no other choice. Luckily, I was good at saving for retirement so not a huge monetary detriment.

I’ve been on both ends of the spectrum with cases involving drugs. Once I represented a man charged with possession of cocaine with intent. His girlfriend was squeezed by the state to testify against him, but I was making headway with my cross of the head narcotics officer.

In the search of her apartment, the drugs and money were found in a safe hidden in her bedroom closet. He had no clothes there, nor was his name on any of her bills. A fingerprint examination did not find his prints anywhere on the safe.

Yes, he was visiting when they executed the warrant but nothing else tied him to the drugs. There were no sales by him, just her testimony the drugs belonged to him. I sat down thinking I had created enough doubt to win or at least hang the jury.

The DA stood up in redirect examination and told the Judge he had one question left to ask. “Officer, how did you open the safe?” he asked with a grin. “Well,” he replied, “when we searched the defendant, he had a set of keys in his pocket and one of the keys opened the safe.” To which the DA said “Your honor, the State rests.” He was convicted.

My other “gotcha” moment involved a sale case, but the state relied strictly on agents observing from afar to ID the seller. The CI wasn’t available for some reason and the arrest came months later in a blind indictment. No photos had been taken, only surveillance using binoculars.

The state felt they had enough to proceed and the first agent testified my client, the man at the defense table, was the seller. My client was wearing a bright red shirt at the time. Afterwards, we took a lunch break.

Right before the court reconvened, I had my client switch into a blue shirt and a friend of his put on the red shirt and sat in the gallery. I didn’t need permission from the court because my client sat next to me when the second agent testified also.

And I’ll be damned, the agent, when asked to ID the seller, thought long and hard ( I was grinning to make him think I moved the Defendant) and finally said “that’s him sitting over there,” pointing at the friend in the gallery. The 1st agent had clearly tipped the 2nd during lunch. I asked to approach and called up the friend to the bench. I introduced him to the Judge, showed his driver’s license and asked that the case be dismissed. The Prosecutors were pissed and yelled “foul,” but the Judge noted I hadn’t switched the Defendant just his shirt and after being told the state had no other witnesses to ID the seller, the Judge dismissed without the case even going to the jury. He did advise the state they needed to talk to the agents about cheating because next time he would put them in jail.

“Year after year, the US creates so-called human rights reports that are filled with political lies and ideological biases on China.

We strongly reject this.

The Chinese people have the best say on the human rights situation in China.

China made history by eliminating absolute poverty.

We practice whole-process people’s democracy and provide the world’s largest education system, social security system and medical care system in China.

The Chinese people’s sense of gain, happiness and security keeps getting stronger.

We have found a path toward better human rights that reflects the trend of the times and fits our national realities.

A Harvard University survey conducted over a period of more than 10 years straight shows that the Chinese government’s satisfaction rate among the people stayed above 90 percent.

In this so-called Human Rights Reports, the US criticized the human rights situation of nearly 200 countries and regions and yet said nothing about the US itself.

This is just another case of double standard.

The hegemonic, domineering and bullying nature of the US and its selfishness and hypocrisy are on clear display.

If the US truly cares about human rights, it should take seriously and properly address domestic gun violence, drug abuse, racial discrimination and other violations of human rights and dignity.

It should face up to and reflect on its intervention operations in other countries and human rights catastrophes resulting from US provision of weapons and fanning the flames in regional conflicts.

The US, turning a blind eye to over 110,000 civilian casualties in Gaza, vetoed the UN Security Council’s efforts for an immediate ceasefire in Gaza four times in a roll.

That alone says enough about how little human rights actually mean to the US and how it tramples on them.

The world is not blind to US hegemonism imposed on the world in the name of human rights.

The US needs to examine its own behavior.

It needs to take care of its own problems first, stop lecturing others on human rights, stop pointing fingers at other countries’ human rights record, and stop meddling in other countries’ internal affairs, violating their human rights and planting conflicts and chaos in the name of human rights and democracy.”

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Answer given by Chinese Foreign Ministry Spokesperson Wang Wenbin to a question from CCTV, at the Regular Press Conference, Beijing, April 23, 2024.

USA will SANCTION CHINESE BANKS over RUSSIA – only us can fund war crimes…

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mtness

Very insightful – as always, thank you very much!

Will definitely try the sandwich recipe.

Best regards, take care and have a nice weekend, all’y’all!

Miles

“These wealthy individuals preferred to part with their wealth, and even their lives, rather than compromise their moral principles.’

I highly doubt that. The entire event was an insurance scam. Possibly everyone was rescued and nobody died. The ship wasn’t even in an area of the Atlantic that had icebergs. Fake event!

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