Even poor kids who do everything right don’t do much better than rich kids who do everything wrong. Advantages and disadvantages, in other words, tend to perpetuate themselves.
Americans are inundated with media coverage and politicians warning them of dire threats: Ebola, the Islamic State of Iraq and Syria (ISIS), the war on Christmas.
The truth, though, is that the most-hyped threats are often not actually that threatening to Americans, while larger dangers go mostly ignored. That should tell you something about how our political system and media can distort threats, leading Americans to overreact to minor dangers while ignoring the big, challenging, divisive problems - like climate change - that we should actually be worried about.
County prosecutors won’t let up on charging a Minnesota mom with child endangerment for giving her sick child medical marijuana. Angela Brown is headed for trial in a case that could send her to prison for two years, even though an already-passed medical marijuana law that goes into effect in 2015 would allow medical use of cannabis oil.
Angela Brown’s son Trey suffers severe pain and spasms from a traumatic brain injury. Brown said she tried a barrage of prescription medications before turning to marijuana, as her son was in so much pain and discomfort that he cried himself to sleep and started punching and cutting himself. Brown, like a number of exasperated parents, traveled to Colorado to purchase some cannabis oil regulated under Colorado law. And she reported a familiar story of parents attempting to treat their child’s pain and seizures: within an hour of giving her son medical marijuana his condition was relieved. “Once it hit his system, Trey said the pressure in his brain was relieved,” she told the Huffington Post. “You could literally see the muscle spasms stopping. He felt amazing.”
But after Brown shared her story with the “wrong person” she was reported to officials, officials seized the cannabis oil from her home and charged her with child endangerment and causing a child to need protection.
My CPA sent me this information the other day. The IRS is renewing its phone scam warning. Please read the IRS warning and remember do not give out your personal information without asking why it is needed. irs.gov
I’ve been through severe clinical depression myself, so was horrified that Robin couldn’t imagine the light at the end of the tunnel like I could, but his decision makes a lot more sense to me knowing he knew he was going to lose his mind.
LOS ANGELES — Robin Williams was in the early stages of Parkinson’s disease and was sober at the time of his apparent suicide, his wife said Thursday.
In a statement, Susan Schneider said that Williams, 63, was struggling with depression, anxiety and the Parkinson’s diagnosis when he was found dead earlier this week. Authorities said the actor-comedian’s death was suicide.
Hello. Sorry I haven’t posted in a while.
There is a matter I’d like to address.
Amidst this current Gaza war, it disgusts me to no end when someone goes out of their way to attack Jews or Arabs, physically or verbally and dresses it up as anti-Zionist or anti-Islam.
When a synagogue in Paris is targeted by “pro-Palestinian” protestors or a self-proclaimed scholar of the conspiracy persuasion lectures that modern Jews are impostors, is it really just about Israel?
Or (recalling my JIDF days) when an “anti-jihadist” activist calls Palestinians “animals”, is it really just about Hamas?
Having lost my best friend last year, this really brought that feeling back home again. This is for all my fellow lizards who have lost a fuzzy best friend.
The first hurricane of the season Arthur is down to a Category 1 storm. This storm is still dangerous and still bears watching to those of us who live on the East Coast. Please read the article from Reuters: news.yahoo.com
And also keep track of Hurricane Arthur through the National Weather Service’s National Hurricane Center: nhc.noaa.gov
Today I went to King of Prussia PA. I was going to stay at Wegman’s until the afternoon. There were several people, like myself, who were trying to get onto the internet. Wegman’s told anyone who asked at the information desk that their internet was down. Hearing that news I decided to go to the mall and go looking for a few items. I had a very small list. One was a polo shirt which I got at LLBean. The other item was an insulated holder for ice cream. Only two stores in the mall had the item I wanted, Bloomingdale’s and JCPenney. I looked up the item and noticed the price ranged from $12 to $19 on Amazon. I figured that any price I see in the mall that falls in that range would be a good deal. I tried JCPenney first since it was the closest to the public transit entrance of the mall. I found the item but it had only a bar code and no price. I took out my iPhone and snapped a picture of the bar code. For some reason it came back with a toddler sized sundress. So I took the item to the cashier. I asked for a price look-up. The cashier told me $30. I thanked her and walked out of JCPenney. In Bloomingdale’s I found the same item with a price sticker that read $15.99. I pulled out a $20 bill from my wallet and walked over to a very polite salesman who was very happy to ring up my purchase. After this experience I can see why JCPenney is in financial trouble. They have very few salespeople and prices that are not good deals.
Doorframe, formerly known as “Not Our Cat” because he was ruthlessly thrown out of his only known forever home because he allegedly “didn’t know how to use a litter box”.
He showed up on our front porch within days of being evicted from the house down the lane when the new neighbors moved in several years ago (said neighbors left without any notice in the middle of the night a couple of years ago and abandoned their cat).
I can’t remember the stupid movie-inspired name given to him by his former bad owners. We called him Doorframe because he was constantly climbing up the front door and looking into the door window, desperately giving us a “please! Let me in!” cute, yet pitiful looking, face.
Sadly, we have indoor dogs and they did not get on well with our own cats, who had previously decamped to the calmer airs of the outdoor life. And he was still trying to fit in with said outdoor felines.
All eventually settled into uneasy truces between outdoor felines, along with porch possums and the occasional raccoon.
A couple of weeks ago, I noticed that Doorframe had a small problem with a rear paw curling under. I watched day to day and sometimes he walked normally, other times the paw went back to curling under.
A couple of days ago, I was horrified to see the paw was bloody and, like in a medieval history war novel after a battle, it appeared that bones were sticking out.
Off to the animal hospital we went, where he remains this weekend on a course of antibiotics before a surgery for a full amputation of the leg.
He is no longer “Not Our Cat”.
He joins the other cast-off furry children who are now official members of the Backwoods farm family.
And he won’t be alone with missing a limb: Glory the goofy American-English Coonhound who showed up here in the middle of a January blizzard a few years ago and a month later, had a front leg amputated after being shot by unknown heathens, and TriPawed, the nine-year-old cat who was born with a stubbed tail and a missing rear paw. And the rest of the insane furry posse/herd/pack.
Doorframe’s surgery is set for Monday or Tuesday.
It’s going to be a long haul since we’ll have to introduce him to the indoor group and there is already animus between him and the canine contingent, although the newest younger indoor felines (rescued at less than a week old and joyously accepted by the indoor dogs as “not really cats”) are very interested in making his acquaintance (thankfully, all the felines have been spayed/neutered).
Any and all LGF feline overlord and canine friend positive energies are requested as we move through this terrifying change.
Thanks from all here in advance.