29 December 2010

Scathed : Please Send Fudge.

It's been a tough year for me. I have been scathed. My Pop was injured shortly after his birthday in January and died in November. My sister was diagnosed with bilateral breast cancer two days before she flew out to bring Pop to the mainland in the hopes of finding him resources that would aid his recovery. I have been forced to jump through hoops to satisfy folks regarding my disability. I could go on and on but trust me, I have been scathed. Repeatedly. As I sit at my computer under the influence of the medications that make living with degenerative disc disease, herniated discs and cervical spinal stenosis bearable, I have been reflecting on a few things- mostly concerning stuff in the media. Here are some things I have jotted down in no particular order. They were all fodder for stuff I might write. Remember...rambling is not organized, rambling is ... well... rambling.

I am glad the Chilean miners were rescued. I live in a coal mining state and have come to appreciate the danger inherent in the job. I have also come to appreciate the simplicity of life in the Appalachians, if you can call survival/subsistence life simple. The poverty here is amazing. I am well blessed.

Speaking of dangerous jobs, I watch Deadliest Catch, fascinated by the relationships and tensions between men who work in such unforgiving conditions. I don't know that I will continue to watch since Captain Phil Harris died. He was my favorite person, though the men on the Time Bandit are fun. However, I will be compelled to try watching to see how Captain Phil's sons are doing.

This year I have kept a dirty secret. Sarah Palin fascinates me. I mean fascinates. I hate that I like her as she is sometimes too...too... whatever it is that she is... but I can't get enough.

I hope Kate and William have every happiness but really, do I have to be subjected to the press lauding every move they make? For instance does their decision not to live with servants and butlers makes them candidates for sainthood? Really? Not impressed here, but I know I will know way too much about them soon. I already do.

I think President Obama has the responsibility to lay his citizenship issues to rest. Ignoring those who claim he isn't a natural citizen makes it seem he has something to hide. I am bone weary of politicians who have stuff to hide. Instead of reporting on the opinions of his detractors and supporters... why not do some investigative journalism and just give us some evidence if our POTUS wont.

I am a conservative who does not care for Rush Limbaugh nor Glenn Beck. How do I reconcile that with my Sarah Palin thing?

I am sick to death of the homosexual agenda for 'rights.' If what two consenting adults do in their bedroom is none of my business, why do you insist on bringing it to my attention and cramming it down my throat.

I want a return to journalism and no more sensationalism in my news. Are there any real journalists left?

I want so called "Moderate Muslims" to speak out against the radicals of Islam. Quit hiding behind us infidels. Quit coming to the US to find your freedom and keeping quiet when we are targeted for the very freedoms you are enjoying.

Lindsay Lohan has the unfortunate experience to be the 'town drunk' at a time where media makes bad news travel fast and continuously. Glad I wasn't a celeb when I was young and stupid... or old and crazy like now.

I do not like Joy Behar. I do like Sharon Osbourne.

I do not care for Beth Moore. Give me some rock solid bible teaching women like Martha Peace, Elyse Fitzpatrick, Nancy Leigh DeMoss, Marry Kassian, Carol Ruvolo... and Carla Rolfe. We'll see if Carla really reads my blog. I think she is one of three. Carla, like I said... Adams was wrong. The answer to almost everything is 42. The answer to being scathed is definitely fudge.

I have wonderful friends/siblings in Christ who helped me get to California to see one of my kids, my grandson and to be there for my Pop's memorial. Friends are not a cure for being scathed but they are certainly a balm for a battered soul. I recommend you cultivate some great friends. I don't believe in luck or I would say I don't know how I got to be so lucky. My friends are proof of God's mercy to me. Trust me, I am not that nice. People should believe me when I say that you shouldn't ask my opinion if you just want someone to agree with you.

I am considering taking my blogging more seriously and potentially in a different direction. Not to fear, I am not apostatizing. Just trying to figure out why I write and what it is I am really hoping to accomplish. If anyone reads this far and has suggestions about topics, changes or venues. I'd like to hear them. I'd like to have more respectful dialog here. Meanwhile, be encouraged. Our hope is in the Lord!

Isa 35:3-10
3 Encourage the exhausted, and strengthen the feeble.
4 Say to those with anxious heart, "Take courage, fear not. Behold, your God will come {with} vengeance; the recompense of God will come, but He will save you."
5 Then the eyes of the blind will be opened, and the ears of the deaf will be unstopped.
6 Then the lame will leap like a deer, and the tongue of the dumb will shout for joy. For waters will break forth in the wilderness and streams in the Arabah.
7 And the scorched land will become a pool, and the thirsty ground springs of water; in the haunt of jackals, its resting place, grass {becomes} reeds and rushes.
8 And a highway will be there, a roadway, and it will be called the Highway of Holiness. The unclean will not travel on it, but it {will} be for him who walks {that} way, and fools will not wander {on it}
9 No lion will be there, nor will any vicious beast go up on it; these will not be found there. But the redeemed will walk {there}
10 And the ransomed of the LORD will return, and come with joyful shouting to Zion, with everlasting joy upon their heads. They will find gladness and joy, and sorrow and sighing will flee away.

18 December 2010

Speaking as a First Responder aka: PASS THE BILL

I had hoped my first post after so long an absence would be one that was lighthearted or some amusing anecdotes about the certifiable folks in my family. Alas, it was not meant to be. Although at some point there will undoubtedly be stories about my trip to California to bury my Pops, today is not the day. Instead I am having my Howard Beale moment. I am mad as hell and I am not going to remain quiet about what has provoked my ire: Our Senate.

I devoted many years of my life to being a 'first responder' most of which I did behind the comfort of a desk and radio, though not all. I was an EMT 1A and a volunteer firefighter and actually went out on a few calls when absolutely necessary. Working a flood in 1986, I got "Nearer my God to Thee" sick from sitting around in wet, contaminated clothes after walking through fetid water. Rescue work does not come with set hours. In a state of emergency you do what you must and keep going until your body stops. I remember taking a break and we "shopped" for food for rescue workers using a canoe; navigating the aisle of the local grocery store for canned items above the water line. I much preferred sitting in a warm, dry radio room telling people where to go and what to do when they got there. I was and remain fairly accomplished at doing so. Right now I want to tell our senate how to act regarding H.R.847 - James Zadroga 9/11 Health and Compensation Act of 2010.

First responders know that they are entering a hazardous occupation. There is risk involved, that's part of the reason they enjoy their work. I will include myself when I say we like the adrenaline rush. If you didn't, you wouldn't do the job. While I was out sick for nearly two weeks, my body racked with fever and mysterious blotches over my skin, I was paid by the county that employed me. Had my illness left me permanently impaired, I would have qualified for workman's compensation. The events of 9/11 have been called an act of terrorism and war against the United States. The New York first responders who were able to respond were there immediately. First responders across the nation gave up their time and flocked to New York to help as soon as they could get there. Civilians responding to what was an act of war should have more consideration than being called heroes. They should be given more than lip service respect. They should be given the medical treatment they need for injuries sustained while working in the most horrific environment I can think of... breathing in toxins and the 'cremains' of those whose lives were lost during the attack of 9/11.

Shame on the Democrats for holding on to this bill for so long and then trying a last minute maneuver to get it passed. Why? To try and look good or to try and make Republicans look bad? You held the senate before this, if it was really important to you all, you would have gotten it done before now. Shame on the Republicans for worrying more about tax loopholes than taking care of those who willingly went into harms way. Shame on the President for not having made a statement of support. Do you not support this bill, President Obama? You supported bailouts for bad businesses but not bailing out our heroes? Or is just an honorary title that comes cheaply? And finally shame on me. That's right, shame on me for assuming that the men and women who gave so much to their country would be provided for at least as well as I was when I was a first responder.

Of all the lame-brained ways my government has come up with to spend tax money, this is one I can get behind. Sure, I am biased. I admit it. Even so, you have to admit that if this catastrophe had happened in another part of the world, the United States would be sending resources and funds by the millions to help them. It's time to help our own. Pass the bill.