What if the Tea Party was Black?

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The Dead Birds of The Big Green Building Where I Work

(note: this was originally posted on my FB)

I work in a big green building made of glass. 

It’s quite lovely.So sleek and shiny and reflective of the greenery that surrounds it, a very attractive building.

Unfortunately for some creatures that attraction can be fatal.Some of the innocent creatures of this earth realize too late that the beautiful blue sky and leafy trees are a façade. 

They find themselves slamming into an icy wall of death, unable to see through the welcoming façade to the truth.

The true color of the place, a green, while appropriate, not so much a green of life and vibrancy. A different kind of green altogether.

Things are not always what they 

seem.

Unfortunately, for some creatures, this can fatal.

Found: Tape of my father speaking to a High School Religion Class

April, 1982; about two weeks before he died, my father spoke to a Religion Class at Columbus (Catholic) High School. Topics include faith, love and support of family, judgment and retaining one's virginity thru masturbation. Yup, that's my dad.

POWER TO THE PEOPLE!!

This is an awesome video of an awesome organization!

Citizens for Community Improvement

It is ON!

Bank Protests in Kansas City

Is Your Doctor Listening?

Denise Grady's recent column in the New York Times; about how patients report symptoms and how doctors and nurses filter and interpret that information is spot on. How do I know?

In 2006, when I broke my collarbone I told my doctors for months..months! that I thought that the pain was beyond what should be expected from a broken collarbone. My comments were continuously dismissed, until finally, out of most likely a desire to shut me up, a surgery was performed, (ostentatiously meant to lob off the offending 'non-healing' end of my collarbone with a predicted 75% chance of failure to address the pain...since they didn't really believe it existed anyway). The surgery revealed that the collarbone, in reality, had shattered and there were several bone chips embedded in the surrounding muscle. Afterward, the surgeon mentioned that usually an injury of this sort would entail an immediate surgery, (mine occurred nearly 6 mos. after the break). "Based on what?" I asked the surgeon. And his reply was, "Well...based on the level of pain the patient was experiencing."

I still have am awestruck at that response. And I rest my case.

Something a little postitive for a change