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Wednesday, June 11th, 2008

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    3:27p
    Cancer, Money, Stupidity And Death
    Cancer continues to be my least favorite disease. Not that maladies such as AIDS, diabetes, emphysema, MS and several others aren't close behind, because they are but cancer is still number one. And the latest reason is Paul Newman.

    It's official now, Paul has lung cancer (http://snipurl.com/2fcpg) and with Ted Kennedy, that makes two in a month. And that's just the famous cases. If 200 people read this post, which seems to be about average according to the counter, probably around ten of them have had someone close to them or even them themselves diagnosed with cancer in the same time frame.

    I hope all these sad stories have happy endings and some, maybe even all might because they are doing amazing things...if you can afford them. But many of them probably won't, because of the disease and the cost of treating it. And that's not fair or right, because they could.

    Really. It would be possible if we really cared about things like this and we weren't preoccupied with useless things like seat belts and tougher drunk driving laws. Way back in the 1970's, Dear Abby or Ann Landers, possibly both of them, printed a list every year of things we could do with the defense budget and curing cancer was always near the top.

    And, as luck would have it, these types of lists are still being compiled and printed. Take a look at this:

    Economix
    What $1.2 Trillion Can Buy

    By DAVID LEONHARDT
    Published: January 17, 2007

    The human mind isn’t very well equipped to make sense of a figure like $1.2 trillion. We don’t deal with a trillion of anything in our daily lives, and so when we come across such a big number, it is hard to distinguish it from any other big number. Millions, billions, a trillion — they all start to sound the same.

    The way to come to grips with $1.2 trillion is to forget about the number itself and think instead about what you could buy with the money. When you do that, a trillion stops sounding anything like millions or billions.

    For starters, $1.2 trillion would pay for an unprecedented public health campaign — a doubling of cancer research funding, treatment for every American whose diabetes or heart disease is now going unmanaged and a global immunization campaign to save millions of children’s lives.

    Combined, the cost of running those programs for a decade wouldn’t use up even half our money pot. So we could then turn to poverty and education, starting with universal preschool for every 3- and 4-year-old child across the country. The city of New Orleans could also receive a huge increase in reconstruction funds.

    The final big chunk of the money could go to national security. The recommendations of the 9/11 Commission that have not been put in place — better baggage and cargo screening, stronger measures against nuclear proliferation — could be enacted. Financing for the war in Afghanistan could be increased to beat back the Taliban’s recent gains, and a peacekeeping force could put a stop to the genocide in Darfur.

    http://www.nytimes.com/2007/01/17/business/17leonhardt.html?ei=5090

    So file that under "What we should be doing." And then look at the file marked, "What we are doing." And then ask yourself why, especially in an election year, we are still doing it. And if you're a kid, the next time some simple minded dolt of an adult tries to tell you that not letting you drink and making you jump through hoops to get your driver's license and whatever other boneheaded and worthless things we make you do is for your safety, explain to the idiot that if any of us really cared about the safety and well being of anyone, especially kids, we would be doing everything completely different and you aren't buying the lies anymore.

    This is one of those cases where actions speak louder than words and our actions are broadcasting our real feelings at a volume that Spinal Tap would envy.

    Current Mood: depressed
    Current Music: Coast To Coast AM----Tuesday June 10th, 2008
    4:29p
    The Next One I'm Not Going To Write
    Actually, this one should be called The Next One I'm Not Going To Write Plus An Update About A Fan Fic I'm Currently Not Writing but that seemed a little too wordy for a title, so I'm going to leave out the part about the fan fic and just let you figure that out for yourself.

    I've finally decided to cash in on the popularity and success of Billy Jack, Rambo, Dirty Harry and all the countless other movie and book super hero's who witness an injustice and then save the whole world with just their bare hands. Or a lot of guns. Or both.

    Before I go any further, I want to point out that I did not decide to not write this one because of the urging of my agent...I've told you about Drusilla, haven't I? Anyway, Dru had nothing to do with this. I'm the Commander Guy and The Decider and her endless nagging, scratching and biting has no effect on me.

    I created Major Clay Shrapnel because I wanted to and because I felt that the world needs him, not because some girl told me to. And I placed 90% of the scenes in gentleman's clubs for the same reason and I don't care what my editors say, I'm not changing the setting.

    I don't have what you would call a plot yet. Or a title. But I have a hero and dozens of very good lap dances and close encounters in the Champagne Room. And I say that's a great start.

    Moving right along, I have added something new to the Buffy Fan Fic I've not been writing about the vampire researcher with a soul who experiments on vampires because they are the perfect test subjects. Up till now, Doc....I call him Doc, because I haven't thought of a good name for him yet---Dru wants me to call him Dr William because she claims she likes the name but I won't do it because she really only wants it because it would really just be an homage to a former boyfriend of hers---has only had one vice: old cowboy movies.

    He now has two vices. While researching better cures and treatments for the bubonic plague, he needed fleas to spread the disease, so he started keeping rats, dogs and cats for a steady supply of fleas. And while doing the research, he inadvertently discovered that he likes Flea Tea.

    Fleas are basically tiny little biological blood bags and if you pack a bunch of them into the basket of a coffee maker, you get a hot blood drink that resembles tea. Or coffee. And the animal that the flea fed off influences the flavor. Doc likes Cat Flea Tea the best. He finds it more subtle and understated than Rat or Dog Flea Tea and it has citrus and vanilla top notes not found in the other two.

    This also leads him to experiment with Mosquito Tea and Tick Tea. He even devises a way to ferment fleas, ticks and mosquitoes to make a sort of wine but he prefers the tea. And this mini obsession causes a conflict because it takes up a lot of his time and he can't justify it because the most it could ever amount to aside from making him happy is a sort of Starbucks for vampires and that just doesn't seem very worthwhile.

    And that's about it for what I'm not writing today.

    Current Mood: depressed
    Current Music: Coast To Coast AM----Tuesday June 10th, 2008

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