there are no athiests in ICU…unless they’re pretending to be Jewish

This is one smart lady.

I complained about all the death-with-dignity pressure to my father’s doctor, an Orthodox Jew, who said that his religion forbids the termination of care but that he would be perfectly willing to “look the other way” if we wanted my father to die. We didn’t. Then a light bulb went off in my head. We could devise a strategy to fend off the death-happy residents: We would tell them we were Orthodox Jews.

My little ruse worked. During the few days after I announced this faux fact, it was as though an invisible fence had been drawn around my mother, my sister and me. No one dared mutter that hateful phrase “death with dignity.”

Though my father was born to an Orthodox Jewish family, he is an avowed atheist who long ago had rejected his parents’ ways. As I sat in the ICU, blips on the various screens the only proof that my father was alive, the irony struck me: My father, who had long ago rejected Orthodox Judaism, was now under its protection.

As though to confirm this, there came a series of miracles. Just a week after he was rushed to ICU, my father was pronounced well enough to be moved out of the unit into North Shore‘s long-term respiratory care unit. A day later he was off the respirator, able to breathe on his own. He still mostly slept, but then he began to awaken for minutes at a time, at first groggy, but soon he was as alert (and funny) as ever. A day later, we walked in to find him sitting upright in a chair, reading the New York Times.

Seems a few of the residents want to decrease their patientload. Now, I’m sure we can all sympathize with people who are routinely put on 72-hour shifts. People who do most of the hospital’s heavy lifting (always excluding the nurses, because the nurses are always excluded).

But I don’t think any of us wants to watch a guy chasing a family down the hallway, begging for permission to end the suffering.

I know that euthanasia and assisted suicide are hot topics all over the world. But surely there’s a difference between doctors who qualified only in healing the sick deciding when to shove you through the doorway, particularly against the stated wishes of the family. No training whatsoever is provided to MDs for this type of task, which is one reason I would like to see a special profession develop around the issue, one that doesn’t have an obvious interest in the outcome of the patient, either economic (the US medical system) or or spiritual (the clergy). I want doctors to have a vested interest only in curing the patients.

Is that so wrong?

My own father made it very clear for very many years that he wanted a DNR order when he went into the hospital. Of course, his ex-wife reversed that when she tried to convince the medical staff they were still together, but the fact that I came every damn day and she high-tailed it back to Buttfuck Nowhere when I showed up led the nursing staff to trust my word against hers.

I made it equally clear that I did not want a DNR. From my family’s reaction, I obviously need to put this in writing, because every time the subject comes up they say, “You’d want to die with dignity.”

Fuck that.

They don’t have as much experience with hospitals as I do. Check dignity at the door. Keep the plugs in me because, by God, if you pull them I WILL COME BACK FOR YOU.

And I’ll get you, too. That’s another thing that runs in my family.

I’ve got a fever, and the only prescription is…more SQUID!!!

Don’t try to tell me you wouldn’t pay to see that!

site o’ the day: Nigga Know Technology

NKT

Niggaknow.com, via Gawker. Words fail me.

Let’s see the real reason why NiggaKnow is throwin all they support to CinemaNow and not MovieLink. First, since MovieLinks shit don’t work in no Firefox, we gotta fire up that Internet Explorer to open they bitch-made ass website, because those white motherfuckers is so crazed that they gonna make you throw more paper at that nigga Bill Gates. Here’s a shot of their bullshit ass homepage…

and so on…

it’s the heat…it’s also the stupidity

Boris isn’t the only one who’s cranky in the heat. Check out this instant-classic rant from Tom Ferrick Jr, a Philadephia reporter. 

 4. Whatever you do, don’t sit in a room with the windows closed, wearing wool clothing and drinking beer. It is a recipe for disaster. At the very least, wear something that is light and loose fitting. A bedsheet will do.

For those of us in the news biz, there is only one thing more exciting than heat. It is record heat.

For record heat, we will remake the front page and use Pearl Harbor-sized type and write headlines that say:

Record Heat Scorches Region!

We will then proceed to tell you that it was hot yesterday.

Television has us beat. It can tell you that it was hot today.

Here are some more helpful hints:

5. Don’t watch television. Watching those TV reporters standing in front of the cameras will only make you hotter.

6. Buy two newspapers. Read one and use the other to fan yourself. It will help alleviate the heat. This is especially true if you insist on sitting in a closed room, wearing a bedsheet and drinking beer.

historical hoodies

Fascinating accounts of Victorian criminality, rescued from the oblivion of the humble dumpster. From the Daily Mail, via Fark.Wee Georgie Sayers

Little George Sayers was scarcely a hardened criminal. Just 13 years old, small for his age due to malnourishment, his little face screwed up in an expression of bewilderment, he faced the police camera in May 1900 fearing, quite rightly, that he would be beaten for his crimes.

George was accused of stealing handkerchiefs, rugs, skirts and shirts worth three pounds and ten shillings from the Newcastle shop where he was employed as an errand boy.

When he heard the charge, he burst into tears. One of some 14 children, whose father had deserted his 52-year-old mother Emma, leaving her to feed and clothe her huge brood alone. He was accused along with his mother, who admitted she had put him up to his petty thieving. ‘I told him to take them. Don’t blame the boy,’ she gallantly told the police.

Another of the pair’s methods was to steal clothes off the neighbours’ washing lines, whereupon Emma would whisk the loot around to the local pawnbroker where they were hocked to get money for the family. It was the pawnbroker who tipped off the police when he became suspicious.

These stories, and some 300 others, all equally poignant, have just been uncovered by retired North Shields policeman Ken Banks.

Every now and again a new study comes out, saying exactly the same thing as every study ever commissioned on the same damn subject: the majority of crime is committed by young men.

And every now and again, someone says “Well, now that we know who’s responsible, we can take action.” And they go on to say exactly how, in minute detail and at great length, particularly if they’re paid by the word. No actual progress in reducing the crime rate so far, even by those who are looking to lay a Putin on the skulking minors.

The problem transcends culture, race, and even time itself; look at the historic documents and legends of any culture on the planet. It’s always the damn hoodies!

The solution is not to ban rap music. The solution is not to blast ultrasonic waves or Wagner into the park at night, annoying the neighbors and turning the usually peaceful squirrels into raging Clockwork Orange Lodge Members in good standing.

The solution, my friends, is to ban young men.

Simple, elegant, and utterly effective. Rather than wait several years until they’re eligible for trial as adults and real (and really expensive) prison time, I suggest that we just pre-emptively lock them up from the ages of 12 to, say, 21.

I know what you’re thinking.

Half of my readers are thinking, “Well dammit, isn’t that what we’ve got tv and meaningless after-school activities for?

While the other half are thinking “Well dammit, isn’t that what we have boarding school and University for?

And quite right you both are. With the half-life of a hoodie at only five years, containment IS solution.