Sunday, June 26, 2016

Top 10 Rejected "Game of Thrones" Changes for TV

10)  Battle of the Bastards restaged as sensitive interpretive dance number

  9)  Trials by Combat replaced by Trials by Yahtzee

  8)  Tyrion Lannister continually asked "Hey, ain't you that guy from Willow?

  7)  Jon Snow’s Mother: Caitlyn Jenner

  6)  Cersei's heartbreaking struggle with alcoholism featured in touching "very special episode"

  5)  Khal Drogo portrayed by shirtless Kevin James

  4)  White Walkers' hidden weakness: show tunes

  3)  Greyscale out, masturbation addiction in

  2)  L + R = Kanye

  1)  One word: Direhamsters

You know nothing, Kanye West

Sunday, April 24, 2016

Prince: Oh, were you two close?

Okay, I get it. Prince was a glittering star in the musical firmament, prodigiously talented and his music was integral to the soundtrack of an entire generation. My own, in fact. I'm a huge fan but I'm just that, a fan; neither kin, friend nor acquaintance.

Prince's passing was sudden, untimely and absolutely without question newsworthy. A musical polymath and consummate showman, his impact on the industry will deservedly be felt for years to come.  

But c'mon...enough already with the self-indulgent cyber-wailing over how his passing has wounded your soul, shattered your psyche and how your life will never ever be the same. Spend 10 minutes on Facebook right now and you'd think that we'd lost a President, the Pope or - God forbid! - Oprah.

Let's get real here: Prince was a musician and a pop-culture icon, not a cherished, life-long friend, not a beloved member of the family, not even an adored family pet. Nor did Prince Rogers Nelson cure cancer, bring peace to the world, feed the starving masses or land an airliner full of passengers on the Hudson.  

If you're reading this lame-ass blog of mine then it's probably a safe bet that Prince wasn't in the waiting room smoking purple cigars when you were born. He didn't grow up with you, help you cram for finals, teach you how to shoot hoops or apply makeup, give you away at your wedding or take you out for shots the night your ex dumped you. 

Try as I might, I have a hard time believing that The Artist Formerly and Presently Known as Prince was as personally influential to your life as the vast outpouring of self-indulgent, melodramatic, teary-eyed social media posts otherwise indicate. Was The Purple One truly that integral to your development, happiness and overall sense of well-being?

Dearly beloved, let us bow our heads, remember his music with renewed appreciation and maybe even indulge in a replaying of his albums or a re-watch of Purple Rain (or better still Dave Chappelle's classic Prince sketch) and get on with it without elevating Prince to a level of personal reverence best reserved for the people who really did make a difference in our lives.

Thursday it was news; today it's just...not. Unless I'm mistaken he only died once, right?  


Were we close? Umm...you could say that.

Tuesday, February 16, 2016

Hospice Care: Dying on One's Own Terms

Mom died five years ago today. After living almost 70 years as a vehement non-smoker she lost her battle with lung cancer at 11:50pm in her home in the loving company of my dear sister Linda and me. The world was a better place with Mom in it and for those of us who loved her most nothing has been the same without her.

While some may doubt the effects of second-hand smoke, to me the three decades Mom spent in a stock brokerage office--one often choked with cigar and cigarette smoke spewed forth by the seemingly endless stream of old men who'd come in to stare at the ticker--made it seem more than coincidental in her having contracted the disease that would ultimately take her from us far, far too soon.

What follows is a short paper that I wrote in December 2009 for a Developmental Psychology class I was taking at the time. I stumbled across it recently while going through some old files on my computer and felt this would be an appropriate time to share it with the world at large.

For Linda and me hospice care wasn't quite the panacea of comfort and support for which we'd been hoping. We had reached out for hospice care in hopes and expectation that it would mean near round-the-clock presence of trained care-givers, leaving little for us to contend with aside from attempting to ease Mom's fears and the heart-breaking, soul-crushing agony of watching our beloved mother slip away before our eyes.

While we were surprised and a bit disconcerted to learn that much of Mom's care would still fall to us--her terrified children, completely untrained in even the most rudimentary aspects of care-giving--the assistance we did receive was invaluable as we struggled to preserve as much of Mom's dignity and quality of life as possible and ease her fear and suffering during the final few months of her life.

Looking back on it I now see that what had initially been a frightening disappointment turned out to be a blessing.  The fact that Linda and I found ourselves providing more of Mom's care than expected only served to strengthen our devotion to easing Mom's journey from life to after-life.

It somehow feels only fitting that we--her loving children--were the ones attending to Mom's most basic needs rather than anyone else.  But we could never have done so without the support of Mom's hospice care providers and home healthcare aids (true angels of mercy.)

We were able to attend to Mom's needs just as she had done for us so many years ago. The circle of life, reciprocity, karma...call it what you will but all I can say is that it just felt "right" (or at least as "right" as anything could under such circumstances).

I decided to share the following paper in a modest attempt to increase awareness of the value of hospice care and the immense good it can do at what is no doubt one of the most tragic, heartbreaking and stressful times in one's life, be it as a patient or a loving care-giver.

The moral of the story: Time spent delaying hospice care can often lead to needless and unnecessary suffering and anxiety for everyone involved.

Hospice Care: Dying on One’s Own Terms 

Abstract

“How we deal with death is at least as important as how we deal with life.” --Capt. James T. Kirk, Star Trek II: The Wrath of Khan

Modern health care focuses on the maintenance, continuance and preservation of human life. However, there are times when doing so is synonymous with the continuation of pain, suffering and anxiety. Thanks to modern hospice care, those afflicted with terminal medical conditions can choose for themselves how they will face their deaths with the same degree of dignity and control over which they lived their lives.

Hospice Care: Dying on One’s Own Terms

Even before reaching adulthood, people seek to control almost every aspect of their lives. Without the benefit of language, infants make their desires known by crying, through facial expressions and with body language, thus securing that which they desire (i.e. food, companionship, comfort or a clean diaper).

As we mature we seek to control an increasing number of factors that impact and influence our lives, from the basic necessities of food and shelter to the more mundane, such as which TV channel to watch or where to go for a vacation.

Perhaps the most fundamental aspect of control over our lives is the control we exercise over its very continuance. This is a decision most take for granted until/unless faced with a terminal illness. Once the terminal patient—let’s call him Bob—gets past all of Kübler-Ross’s degrees of grief (everything from “Cancer? No way, it’s just a chest cold.” to “Cancer. FUCK!!! Fetch me the Valium and Southern Comfort!”), Bob will have some important decisions to make, none more important than how he’d prefer to spend his final days.

What Is—and What Is Not—Hospice Care

In the minds of many hospice is a place, a place where one goes to die. As stated on the Hospice Foundation of America’s (HFA) website, hospice is not a place but a concept of care and can be administered in both home and institutional settings such as hospitals and inpatient hospice facilities.

Many might also be surprised to learn that the majority of hospice patients are actually treated in the home (McCuen and Boucher, 1985). The HFA defines hospice as follows:

  • Hospice is a special concept of care designed to provide comfort and support to patients and their families when a life-limiting illness no longer responds to cure-oriented treatments.
  • Hospice care neither prolongs life nor hastens death.
  • The goal of hospice care is to improve the quality of a patient’s last days by offering comfort and dignity.
  • Hospice addresses all symptoms of a disease, with a special emphasis on controlling a patient’s pain and discomfort.
  • Hospice deals with the emotional, social and spiritual impact of the disease on the patient and the patient’s family and friends.

Hospice care is covered by Medicare and is appropriate for terminally ill patients with an anticipated life expectancy of no more than six months (assuming that the disease follows its natural course. (Russell and LeGrand, 2006).

History of Hospice Care

Modern hospice care got its start in the United Kingdom when, in 1967, Dame Cicely Saunders founded St. Christopher’s Hospice. The first hospice in the United States was founded in 1974 in Branford, Connecticut (Russell and LeGrand, 2006).

Today, there are more than 4,700 hospice programs in the United States serving more than 1.4 million people annually (HFA, n.d.). While this may sound like a large number of recipients, it represents only about a quarter of the people who die in the United States each year (Russell and LeGrand, 2006). Why more people fail to avail themselves of hospice care will be addressed later in this paper.

Hospice care initially focused on cancer patients. However, over the years it has come to encompass care for those afflicted with a variety of terminal illnesses, including but not limited to advanced heart disease, AIDS, dementia, ALS and advanced organ failure (Russel and LeGrand, 2006).

How Hospice Care Differs from Curative Care

Unlike traditional curative care, the goal of which is to cure disease and restore the patient back to a relative state of good health and functionality, hospice care comes into play only after it has been determined that a condition is terminal and that the end of life is imminent. Rather than focusing on curing a condition, hospice care instead focuses on the comfort and dignity of the patient and his or her loved ones.

Of specific concern is pain relief, about which most hospice care workers are experts (Wanzer and Glenmullen, 2007). Much of the anxiety brought on by impending death has to do with suffering and the fear of pain. By making pain relief a paramount and achievable goal, hospice care can alleviate one of the primary causes of death anxiety, thereby improving the quality of life for not only the patient but his or her loved ones as well.

Hospice care providers realize that the sterile surroundings, strictly-controlled routines, commotion and immodest hospital gowns inherent in hospital settings are by their very nature non-conducive to the peace and tranquility so important in satisfactory hospice care (Barnard, 1980). This is one reason that hospice care is usually most effective when provided in the home or in a home-like setting. Not only is the atmosphere usually more comfortable and relaxed, the lack of multiple patients and limited staff result in more personalized attention than could ever be possible in a traditional hospital setting (Woodman, 1998).

It should not come as a surprise that hospice care’s focus on pain management and comfort care would result in a radically different approach to the use of pain medication. Wanzer and Glenmullen (2007) make some excellent points in this regard. They point out that in a hospice care situation concerns about addiction to pain medication are non-existent. Furthermore, by giving the patient direct control of the amount of pain medication received anxiety and fear are markedly reduced.

Unfortunately, pain medications are frequently abused in non-hospice settings and are frequently the object of robbery and illegal distribution. Because of this many pharmacists are often reluctant to supply the very drugs necessary for effective, legitimate comfort-care. This can sometimes make it difficult for hospice care providers to adequately manage pain and treat their patients to fullest effect (Wanzer and Glenmullen, 2007).

Compared to many modern hospitals, hospice care can seem surprisingly low tech (Woodman, 1998). For example, a visitor to St. Christopher’s Hospice in London noted the noticeable lack of respirators, cardiovascular shock equipment, oxygen tents and intravenous feeding equipment, items routinely found in even the most modest hospital facilities (McCuen and Boucher, 1985). This is in keeping with one of hospice care’s main tenants: to neither hasten death nor prolong life.

Another key difference among hospital, nursing home and hospice treatment is that of expectation. Most patients entering hospitals usually do so with the expectation of being treated and—in most cases—cured. This is not the case with hospice care. In addition, most patients entering nursing homes or other similar long-term care facilities usually expect (or hope!) to be there for an extended period of time. Again, not so for the hospice care patient who by definition is not typically a candidate for hospice care until his or her remaining life expectancy is six months or less (McCuen and Boucher, 1985).

The focus on the patient’s loved ones is rather unique to hospice care. In fact, most hospice care facilitators consider treatment of the loved ones and caregivers to be of equal importance to treatment of the patient. Both the patients and loved ones are considered to be the unit of care (McCuen & Boucher, 1985.)

For example, symptoms of illness are often a source of embarrassment and stress to the patient, especially if he or she is receiving primary care from a loved-one. Although anxiety can be minimized by attending to such symptoms (nausea, vomiting, difficulty breathing, diarrhea, constipation, etc.) it’s not uncommon for the patient to lash out at caregivers, be they loved ones or trained professionals. By addressing the loved one's feelings of guilt, weariness and impatience, hospice care providers can help ease the family’s final bereavement. (Barnard, 1980).

Hospice care often includes respite care for family members. Like many aspects of hospice care, respite care is often provided by volunteers. By caring for the patient, respite care providers make it possible for family members to “take a break,” to rest, avoid fatigue or attend to their own affairs (Russell & LeGrand, 2006).

Perhaps nothing explains better the differences between curative and hospice care than the following remarks made by one Dr. Twycross in 1979 at the Anglo-American Conference on Care of the Dying:

"In terminal cases, the primary aim is no longer to preserve life, but to make the life that remains as comfortable and as meaningful as possible. Thus, what may be appropriate treatment in an acutely ill patient may be inappropriate in the dying.

"Cardiac resuscitation, artificial respiration, intravenous infusions, nasogastric tubes, antibiotics—all are primarily supportive measures for use in acute illnesses to assist a patient through the initial period toward recovery of health. To use such measures in the terminally ill, with no expectancy of a return to health, is generally inappropriate and is—therefore—bad medicine by definition.

"It is, however, not a question of 'to treat or not to treat?' but of what is appropriate treatment from a biological point of view in the light of the patient’s personal and social circumstances." (Barnard, 1980).

Barriers to and Misunderstandings about Hospice Care

Due to the delicate nature of terminal illness and the discomfort many experience in discussing it—especially with patients—it is neither uncommon nor unexpected to find numerous barriers to, and misunderstandings about, hospice care. Perhaps no barrier is greater than the misconception that hospice care is only for those patients who’ve given up hope (Woodman, 1998).

Russell and LeGrand (2006) contend that as the benefits of life-preserving therapy diminish, physicians can try to help their patients refocus their hope on different goals, such as spending quality time with loved ones and finding closure to strained relationships or unfinished business. They suggest physicians tell their terminally ill patients that, “Sometimes we have to change what we wish for: perhaps hope that pain and suffering can be reduced, hope to spend good quality time with family, or hope to attend an upcoming family event.”

Unfortunately, physicians often do not discuss hospice care with their patients until it is too late for the patient to derive many of the benefits it provides. As mentioned previously, only about a quarter of those who die in the United States are recipients of hospice care. This is especially tragic given the fact that those who report being most satisfied with hospice care are those who received it for the longest period of time (Russell & LeGrand, 2006).

The stigma of “surrendering” to hospice care runs deeply, not only for the general public but for healthcare professionals as well. For patients, a common barrier is to think that they are simply not yet sick enough for hospice care. Their reluctance to explore the options afforded by hospice care can lead to a missed opportunity for considerable comfort and enhanced quality of life.

For physicians—who have spent upwards of twenty years honing their skills for healing and sustaining life—it can be difficult indeed to shift their focus from curative to end-of-life care. There is no doubt that the best time to discuss and make decisions about hospice care is before it is actually needed. (Russell & LeGrand, 2006).

Conclusion

In my opinion there is no better way to end a discussion about hospice care than with the words of Dame Cicely Saunders, the founder of St. Christopher’s Hospice in London.

“What separates man from beast are not his gadgets & gimmicks, but a disciplined way of viewing life and the ability to know what is worthwhile in human terms and what is mere biological existence. When my time comes, I ask only that I will know the difference and still have the option of terminating before one shades into the other.” (Barnard, 1980).

Couldn't have said it better myself.

References

Barnard, C. (1980). Good Life/Good Death: A Doctor’s Case for Euthanasia and Suicide. Englewood Cliffs, NJ: Prentice-Hall, Inc.

Hospice Foundation of America. (n.d.). What is Hospice? Retrieved November 27, 2009, from Hospice Foundation of America website: http://www.hospicefoundation.org/pages/page.as;?page_id=47055

McCuen, G., & Boucher, T. (1985). Terminating Life: Conflicting Values in Health Care. Hudson, WI; Gary E. McCuen Publications, Inc.

Russell, K.M., & LeGrand, S.B. (2006, June). “I’m not that sick!” Overcoming Barriers to Hospice Discussions. Cleveland Clinic Journal of Medicine, 73(6), 517-524.

Star Trek:  The Wrath of Khan. [1982] The Internet Movie Database. Retrieved December 1, 2009 from http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0084726/quotes

Wanzer, S. &  Glenmullen, J. (2007). To Die Well: Your Right to Comfort, Calm, and Choice in the Last Days of Life. Cambridge, MA: Da Capo Press.

Woodman, S. (1998). Last Rights: The Struggle Over the Right to Die. Cambridge, MA: Perseus Publishing.

Mom and me, 2007


Thursday, December 31, 2015

Things for which I'm Grateful as 2015 Draws to a Close

***In no particular order and by no means complete***
  • The love of family and friends (a no-brainer, right?)
  • Relatively good health (an even less-brainer)
  • Yuengling ('nuff said)
  • Having known the love of a good woman (some men never find it; I’ve been blessed to have found it several times)
  • Wawa (up yours, 7-Eleven!)
  • Podcasts (they help keep me informed, provide endless hours of entertainment and expose me to ideas and points of view beyond my own)
  • The Benjamin Franklin Bridge (my “happy place”)
  • My job (no job is perfect but what a blessing it is to have a job that I love and a place to go each morning)
  • Music (feeds my soul and makes jogging only marginally less torturous)
  • Re-establishment of old friendships (thanks for being there!)
  • My sense of humor (a strong sense of humor is sexy, right? RIGHT?!?)
  • PATCO (so convenient, makes Philadelphia more accessible and the place to go for people-watching and urine-scented terminals)
  • The West Wing (an ongoing reminder of the better angels of our nature)
  • Skepticism and critical thinking (skepticism isn’t about doubting; it’s the process of applying reason and critical thinking to determine validity, of not accepting facts or ideas at face value, because they’re popular or support one's own personal beliefs, of continual vigilance against biases, agendas, logical fallacies, fear-mongering, misinformation and practices contrary to the rigorous application of the scientific method)
  • Forgiveness and patience (without them I’d be SO totally screwed!)
  • My home (apparently the one decent apartment complex in all of Lindenwold)
  • My enormous penis (aren’t fantasies wonderful things?!?)
  • Aging (it certainly beats the alternative)
  • John Oliver (a lone, hilarious beacon in the night now that Jon Stewart and Stephen Colbert have moved on)
  • Not being a finicky, picky eater (so many flavors, so little time)
  • MST3K/RiffTrax (humor, thy name is Rosdower)
  • My country (for better or for worse there's still no place I'd rather be)
  • Pain, sorrow and heart-break (without them could we ever truly appreciate their opposites?)
  • Facebook (a convenient means of staying connected to others and to date the single best source of cat videos)
  • The joy of writing (never let a complete lack of talent keep you from doing what you enjoy!)
Here's to our next trip around the sun! {clink}

Tuesday, December 29, 2015

Top 10 Signs that This Year's Christmas was Less than Merry

#10
Last Year: Sang Christmas carols to grateful, cider-bearing seniors at nearby retirement community
This Year: The carolers at your door? Ex-wives and girlfriends wielding tire irons and crowbars.

#9
Last Year’s Holiday Feast: Shrimp cocktail, freshly roasted turkey, mashed potatoes & gravy and homemade plum pudding
This year’s Holiday Feast: Two Slim-Jims, a tin of Turkey Spam, canned green beans and half a box of Ring Dings

#8
Last Year: Stolen kisses with Special Someone under the mistletoe
This Year: Rushed, drunken handjob from Jamie the cashier in Kmart parking lot

#7
Last Year’s After-Dinner Indulgence: Lounged in a supple leather wing chair with a snifter of Cognac and a fine cigar while catching up with family
This year After-Dinner Indulgence: Slammed shots of Robitussin and chain-smoked Camels from a rusty folding chair while sobbing to Brad from the Suicide Prevention Hotline

#6
Last Year: Took the kids to an enchanting live performance of The Nutcracker as performed by The New York City Ballet
This Year: Six hours of repeated airings of Jim Carrey’s How the Grinch Stole Christmas on sofa next to flatulent brother-in-law, Earl

#5
Last Year’s Favorite Gift: That sweet Movado you’ve had your eye on 
This Year’s Favorite Gift: Mismatched socks from Dollar General

#4
Last Year's Charitable Endeavor: Made a sizable, anonymous donation to the local homeless shelter
This Year's Charitable Endeavor: Salvation Army guy beats you bloody with bell after catching you trying to steal his kettle

#3
Last Year: Midnight mass with the family
This Year: Arrested for feeling up the hot forty-something soccer mom in the next pew during Exchange of the Peace

#2
Last Year's Christmas Card:  A concise, charming letter chronicling the past year's triumphs, challenges, tragedies and joys
This Year's Christmas Card: Some tired old shit you cut and pasted from your lame-ass blog

#1
Last Year: Surprised girlfriend with engagement ring followed by several hours of tender yet passionate lovemaking next to the Christmas tree while bathed in the soft glow of a crackling fireplace
This Year: Masturbated alone over pictures of Miley Cyrus dressed as an elf


'Tis the season to treat yourself to a refreshing "Let's See What's Under The Kitchen Sink" cocktail

Friday, November 27, 2015

Black Friday (and people wonder why I'm an atheist)

For me, Black Friday has traditionally referred to the day during which I remain home alone, ashamed of the previous day's unbridled orgy of gluttony and largely unable to move.  Still reeling from a carb and tryptophan-induced malaise, some years I'm barely able to get out of bed to attend to necessary bodily functions. The mirrors in my home are kept covered so as to lessen my shame and if I dress at all it's in tattered black rags that reek of Maalox.

For others, Black Friday signals the start of the holiday season and one that seems to be starting earlier each year. Many stores open Thanksgiving evening while others never close at all from Thanksgiving through the end of the weekend, thus blurring the line between Thanksgiving and Christmas to the undoubted delight of underpaid retail drones everywhere. As if working retail wasn't soul-crushing enough already.

Shopping on Black Friday isn't for the meek or those with low platelet counts. It's Olympic caliber shopping on steroids and as you might expect 'roid rage isn't uncommon. Every year the news regales us with tales of shopping-induced lunacy and outright bloodshed. I remember hearing one year about a 74-year-old woman who stabbed a woman who wouldn't relinquish the last Something-or-Other Elmo on the shelf.  Stories like this make me long for the days when Black Friday warfare was kinder and gentler, limited to shoving, biting and the occasional use of pepper-spray.

How proud our Holy Savior must be to see the celebration of his season ushered in with such ruthless and bloodthirsty gusto! WWJD? Why he'd shop of course and he wouldn't be a pussy about it, either. JC wouldn't hesitate to kick an ass or two if that's what it took to grab that last $99 laptop that Mary Magdalene's had her eye on.

If the stores were actually giving away their merchandise and offering 30-days of free oral sex after purchase you still couldn't drag me to within 100 yards of a retail establishment on Black Friday.  Yet I have friends and family who not only participate but actually look forward to it and enjoy it. It's like those sick fucks who associate pain with pleasure and can't get off unless someone's hanging dumbbells from their nipples with alligator clips.

Black Friday isn't to be enjoyed so much as endured, much like visits to see Grandma at Shady Acres, Fox News, Gwyneth Paltrow and every M. Night Shyamalan film since The Sixth Sense.

Attica. Watts. '92 LA. '68 Chicago. European soccer matches. Black Friday at any Walmart south of the Mason Dixon line. Any resemblance to civilized humanity is purely coincidental.

So as yet another Black Friday comes and goes I give thanks to a God whom I no longer believe exists for not having had to face the horror that lurks in the nation's malls and shopping centers on this most unholy of unofficial holidays.  And if you're one of those crazed, brazen lunatics prone to full-body shopgasms who just can't resist the call of the retail wild, I hope Black Friday is all that you hope for and that you manage to avoid any knife-wielding septuagenarians.

Glória in excélsis Deo, mother fucker!

Monday, June 30, 2014

Racism: Subtle Inclinations and Stepping Outside of Ourselves

One of my "must see" TV shows is Real Time with Bill Maher on HBO.  While I don't always agree with him and sometimes feel that he's an obnoxious douche-bag, I find that his show often causes me to consider topics and points of view about which I might not otherwise have given much thought.

Last summer Bill quoted a man named Ta-Nehisi Coates, a senior editor for The Atlantic and blogs on its website.  Bill's quote was of a piece that Mr. Coates published in September 2012 entitled "Fear of a Black President."  The quote, "Racism is not merely a simplistic hatred. It is, more often, broad sympathy toward some and broader skepticism toward others" struck a chord with me and I decided to look up the article and read it in its entirety.

Whether or not you agree with Mr. Coates, his article is well written and conveys a point-of-view foreign to anyone--liberal, conservative or otherwise--who has not lived life as an African-American.  His words are powerful and should cause anyone who takes the time to read them to stop and think about an issue that has the ability to galvanize people like few others.

Regardless of your take on racism in America, I hope that by publishing a link to the article I will in some modest way further the discourse on a topic deserving of thoughtful, open-minded contemplation rather than knee-jerk reactionism and myopia.

I have no idea what it's like to live as anything other than what I am: a middle-aged white male.  It's my awareness of my own perceptual limitations that helps me in my attempt to keep my own biases and prejudices in check.  It's what allows me to recognize that my attitudes and opinions might be radically different--yet no less valid--had I been born into a culture whose ancestors were once constitutionally and simultaneously considered both three-fifths of a person and chattel property by many of the Founding Fathers who adorn today's classroom walls.

In 1619 the first Africans appeared on our shores.  They weren't seeking religious freedom or greater economic opportunities; they were stolen from their homes and families, endured a horrific and often deadly voyage across a vast sea and arrived to an alien world terrified, heartbroken and enslaved in chains.  Not until 2112 will more time have passed during which blacks were free rather than enslaved in North America.  Think about that for a moment: another 98 years from today until African Americans as a race will have spent more time on American soil legally recognized as people than as property.  Another century just to break even in terms of time spent owned by other Americans.  And another century on top of that until the passage of the 1964 Civil Rights Act.

To discount the effect facts such as these have on a culture, to insist that "it's been long enough and they need to get over it" is at best naive and at worst arrogant and inflammatory, thus impeding or even reversing the glacial progress of American society toward tolerance and acceptance.

Is history sometimes used as an excuse by the historically disenfranchised?  No doubt.  But today's individuals are products of their cultures, cultures which are themselves byproducts of history.  History matters, if for no other reason than to help explain the attitudes of the present.

We as a society and as civilized members of the human race owe it to ourselves and to each other to occasionally turn our gaze from mirrors to windows, to see beyond ourselves and acknowledge the validity of points of view other than our own, points of view colored by the prism of of our own unique history and culture.

"Racism is not merely a simplistic hatred. It is, more often, broad sympathy toward some and broader skepticism toward others."  

It is the subtle employment of prejudice that is often the most toxic.

Sunday, April 20, 2014

Christ's Top 10 Forgotten Miracles

10.  Cured the cranky
  9.  Calmed the raging Rush Limbaugh
  8.  Mastered Facebook privacy settings
  7.  Survived 40 days of Fox News
  6.  Walked on Jell-O
  5.  Made both Fresca and Baconnaise commercially viable
  4.  Exorcised crabgrass from otherwise pristine lawn
  3.  Fed the multitudes with three Hot Pockets and a bag of Doritos
  2.  Turned wine into urine
  1.  Keith Richards still alive

There's no other explanation




Wednesday, April 11, 2012

Manson Denied Parole: This is News?

Earlier this afternoon I logged on to MSNBC.com to see what was going on in the world.  I do this from time to time so as to hide the fact that I actually get most of my news from The Daily Show.

A red banner strewn across the top of the screen announced that everyone's favorite Beatles fan, forehead artist and well-groomed homicidal maniac Charles Manson had just been denied parole for the twelfth time in a row.

This is news?? Wouldn't the real story have been if Manson had been granted parole?  The fact that Charlie is still rotting in a prison cell is no more legitimate a news headline than "Amelia Earhart Still Missing" or "Substandard Dental Hygiene: Britain's Secret Shame."

Maybe the 13th time will be the charm



Wednesday, February 29, 2012

Monkee See, Monkee Do, Monkee Die


The town of Clarksville—yea, the entire world—is a sadder, quieter and somewhat taller place today due to the tragic loss of yet another iconic legend of the music industry.  I refer of course to the passing of one David Thomas “Davy” Jones of The Monkees at the age of 66. 

Known as Davy to his legion fans or “that talentless limey midget” to those with an appreciation of music, Jones was to The Monkees what Paul McCartney was to The Beatles: the cute one, the frontman, the heart-throb, the one who was way too old to be wearing that haircut.

While it’s true that Jones did not possess Sir Paul’s prodigious talent (or anyone else’s for that matter,) he managed to lend an air of dialectal sophistication to a rag-tag band of pantomiming rocker wannabes by virtue of the well known fact that anyone with a British accent is by defaut considered to be cool and cultured by the American public.

No frontman in the history of modern music could brandish a set of maracas like Davy Jones, nor sway to the beat of his own bitchin’ tunes with quite the same fervent panache, reminiscent not so much of the immortal Michael Jackson in his prime but rather of Michael J. Fox after a long night of angel dust and nipple-tasering.

They say that such tragedies come in threes.  The world can ill afford to lose yet another supernova in the pop music firmament yet I fear this is precisely what lies in store.  First Whitney Houston, now Davy Jones.  I sure as hell hope someone’s keeping an eye on Leif Garrett.
One down, three to go...

Saturday, December 31, 2011

Top 10 Celebrity New Year's Resolutions


10)  Learn to tie my own shoes  --Rick Perry
  9)  Save a seat for Charlie Sheen  --Amy Winehouse
  8)  Start up a Boy Scout troop  --Jerry Sandusky
  7)  Find and destroy all copies of The Hangover Part II  --Bradley Cooper
  6)  Finally get through Green Eggs and Ham  --Sarah Palin
  5)  Independent bladder control  --Stephen Hawking
  4)  Hire a new housekeeper  --Maria Shriver
  3)  Slim down to 375lbs  --NJ Gov. Chris Christie
  2)  Threesome with Kate & Pippa  --Prince William
  1)  Chew solid foods  --Gabby Giffords

Aging well

Wednesday, December 21, 2011

Top 10 Least Popular Christmas Carols

10)  Joy to the (White, Conservative, Christian, English-Speaking) World
  9)  It's Beginning to Look a Lot Like Herpes
  8)  Do You Smell What I Smell?
  7)  It Came Upon a Midnight Clear (and Wouldn't Leave Until I Subscribed to The Watchtower)
  6)  O Little Town of Ferguson
  5)  Here Comes Santa Claus (and He's Packin' Heat!)
  4)  Grandma Got Run Over By a John Deere
  3)  Donald Trump is Coming to Town
  2)  I'll Be Home (and Living in Mom's Basement) for Christmas
  1)  I Saw Mommy Blowing Santa Claus

Fruitcake 1, Santa 0

Sunday, December 18, 2011

Online Dating: The Last Refuge of Beach Walkers and Fireplace Cuddlers

2011 has been pretty damned intense and I have to admit that I won't be sorry to see it pass.  After spending much of it dealing with some rather significant life issues (my mother's prolonged illness and death, my divorce becoming final, workplace drama and the cancellation of the new Charlie's Angels) I decided it was time to get up off the canvas and return to the land of the living.

About a month ago I took the plunge and decided to try online dating.  Why not avail myself of a golden opportunity to meet intriguing new people, allow the law of large numbers to work in my favor and--who knows, if the stars and planets aligned just so--maybe meet a potential "special someone."

After being in the pond for about a month I came to realize that there were a few Online Dating Universals (ODU's.) First of all, if you don't have full-body orgasms at the mere thought of long walks on the beach then you'd best resign yourself right now to a life of soul-crushing loneliness culminating in a trip to the Soylent Green production facility.

Ditto for cuddling by the fireplace.  I guess it's what beach walkers do in the winter.  Since I don't have a fireplace in my apartment I suppose I'll have to resort to arson to make myself fit for polite society.

Talk about low hanging fruit! Who doesn't enjoy a nice walk on the beach or a cozy fire every now and again? If cliches like these top your list of life's passions then I'd hate to know what you'd consider to be life's more mundane pleasures.  Breathing?  Grocery shopping?  Turning right on red?

Next are the de rigueur admonitions against "playing games."  And to think I was this close to reaching out to BluEydJurzeeGrl36DD with an offer of pleasant conversation and Parcheesi.  I'm not exactly sure what playing games refers to but it seems to be a disease of pandemic proportions and a sin committed solely by men to intentionally confuse women to the point where they'll collapse naked into their beds.  I don't know what the answer is.  A telethon, maybe?  I hear Jerry Lewis has some free time on his hands these days.

Then there's the traveling. The incessant, incessant traveling. Where the hell do these women find the time and resources to do so damned much traveling?  And if their lives are so enriched by their passports then why are so many of them online posting blurry cell-phone kissy-faced cleavage shots from their bathroom mirrors?  Very classy, ladies. I'm sure you'll be thrilled to know that your meticulously crafted profile pix are being used as masturbation fodder by the likes of WellHungInNewark and RogueJedi1966.

I'd love to spend untold months traveling but I get a whopping two weeks of vacation a year and my salary is more Poland Spring than Perrier. Day trips and the occasional quickie getaway to the shore? Count me in. But extended jaunts to exotic locales just aren't part of  my universe. It's amazing how even the most vapid, sleep-inducing profiles are so often penned by women who seem to live the life of a National Geographic photographer.  I guess the call of fireplaces in foreign lands is simply too much to resist.

These are just the tip of the iceberg. As I spend more time ignoring cyber winks and tallying the number of times I come across the word "soulmate" I'll try to remember to come back and add more ODU's to the list. But for now these'll have to do.

Don't get me wrong. Online dating really can be a great way of getting two people into the same room but only if you're realistic about your expectations and have an honest sense of who you are. There are plenty of good, decent people out there but you're going to have to wade through a vast multitude of chromosomally challenged mouth-breathers in order to find the ones worth so much as a cup of coffee.

If you're not prepared to do a lot of patient sifting then you're asking for trouble and might as well resign yourself to looking for love in the produce aisle.  After all, who doesn't love a good melon thumping?

HungLuvr69...he's waiting for you

Friday, December 9, 2011

Royal Flush

The World According to Dave has just had its 2,000th hit!  I was pretty damned stoked until I discovered that this is 2,700,181 fewer hits than received by the International Toilet Museum website.  Fame, that glorious, fickle bitch-goddess...she mocks me.

Mom would be so proud...

Tuesday, December 6, 2011

Thursday, November 24, 2011

Happy Thanksgiving (But Good Luck Stuffing a Turtle)

Native Americans rarely ate turkey; killing such a timid bird was thought to indicate laziness.  Apparently they had no such qualms when it came to killing other equally ferocious creatures, such as bunnies, deer and the occasional ill-tempered box turtle.

Ready to fuck you up

Monday, September 26, 2011

Top 10 Benefits of a Second Divorce

10)  Eligible for free tote bag at The Divorce Center.

  9)  Only five more and I'll have my Larry King merit badge.

  8)  At least I think this is my second...that weekend in Cancun is still kinda hazy.

  7)  Good luck beating me at Trivial Pursuit: Laws of Equitable Distribution Edition.

  6)  Due to little known divorce statute, repeat litigants entitled to testify from judge's lap.

  5)  Two wedding bands and a hot gold market. Hello high-def LED flatscreen!

  4)  The satisfaction of having paid for a second attorney's child's college education.

  3)  County's popular new "2nd Divorce in 30 Minutes or It's Free!" program.

  2)  Walking into court and hearing everyone shout, "Dave!" never gets old.

  1)  Had the pleasure of sharing my life with two special ladies. I wish them well!

"...Where everybody knows your name..."





Sunday, September 11, 2011

Top 10 Least Popular Chinese Foods


10)  Kung Pao Panda

  9)  Scrapple Foo Young

  8)  Sweet and Sour Whatever-The-Hell-That-Was-We-Found-On-The-Glue Board

  7)  General Tso’s Colon

  6)  Kitten Chow Mein

  5)  Cashew Slug

  4)  Chinese Sausage (you don’t want to know)

  3)  Fortune Larvae

  2)  Chairman Mao Lo Mein

  1)  Wang Drop Soup

Tastes like chicken

Wednesday, September 7, 2011

Top 10 Keys to Writing a Good Top 10 List

10)  Offend at as many groups as possible.

  9)  Think Jewish, not German (see above.)

  8)  Would Mom hate it? You're on the right track.

  7)  Some use their time to help others. You're reading this. What does this say about you?

  6)  Use inherently funny words (e.g. bloviate, hellscape, diarrhea, Trump.)

  5)  No obscenities. Show some fucking restraint.

  4)  Use obscure pop culture references (ex. Ken Weatherwax, Charo, anyone who's ever hosted Family Feud)

  3)  Try to pass it off as a creative diversion rather than a shameless cry for attention.

  2)  Carefully review The World According to Dave then do the opposite.

  1)  Don't worry that people won't think it's funny. Let's see them try this shit!

Ken “Pugsley Addams” Weatherwax
The Patron Saint of Obscure Pop Culture References
September 29, 1955 - December 7, 2014
"You were too beautiful for this world"

Monday, September 5, 2011

Top Ten Signs That Your Relationship Might Be In Trouble

10)  Those late night phone calls he's been getting from his new personal assistant, Steve.

  9)  She suggests a romantic getaway to Cancun then says how much she'll miss you.

  8)  His three latest Facebook friends are named Bambi, Amber and Destiny.

  7)  During lovemaking she cries out, "Do me, Wilford Brimley!"

  6)  You're walking hand in hand along a moonlit Hawaiian beach and all you can think about is whether or not the Packers covered the spread.

  5)  Is that a hint of Raid you detect in that romantic dinner she just prepared?

  4)  Who's this "Jared" guy he's been texting lately?

  3)  The adorable way she dry heaves every time you say "I love you."

  2)  His anniversary gift to you consists of Altoids, a Weight Watchers points book and two bottles of Nair.

  1)  Her pet name for you: Thimbledick

Wilford Brimley: Sex Machine (don't even try to keep up)

Tuesday, July 26, 2011

Top 10 "Or"s

10)  Ginger or Mary Ann?
  9)  Mayo or Miracle Whip?
  8)  Yellow light...slow down or speed up?
  7)  Joel or Mike?
  6)  Boxers or briefs?
  5)  Toilet paper...over or under?
  4)  Beatles or Stones?
  3)  Dave or Sammy?
  2)  Star Trek or Star Wars?
  1)  Michael Jackson...black guy or white chick?

I'm not convinced these are the same species, much less the same person

Friday, July 22, 2011

Top 10 Reasons to Cut Florida Loose and Let It Drift Out to Sea

10)  Deadly hurricanes, Stand Your Ground laws, rampant COVID-19 and cat-sized hissing cockroaches. What's not to love?

  9)  Anything less than 95° and 100% humidity and everyone cries like a little bitch about how cold it is.

  8)  Simple punch-card ballots beyond the intellectual capacity of state's voting populace.

  7)  Ponce de León’s fabled Fountain of Youth? No. The Burt Reynolds & Friends Museum? Yes.

  6)  Damn near impossible to figure out which beige Buick is yours in the Old Country Buffet parking lot.

  5)  Mar-a-Lago ('nuff said)

  4)  Despite large Jewish population surprisingly difficult to find a decent pastrami on rye.

  3)  Retirement community holiday golf cart parade and pot luck supper mark pinnacle of social season.

  2)  The Everglades: One of nature's pristine wonders or a shitty, malodorous hell-scape teeming with insects, deadly reptiles and parasites whose sole goal in life is to lay their eggs in your urethra?

  1)  State motto: America's Dick.

Burt Reynolds & Friends Museum
100 N US Hwy 1, Jupiter, FL 33477
(561) 743-9955
Thu-Sun: 11-4
Admission: $5.00

Saturday, July 9, 2011

It's Only Cheating if You Get Caught

Would someone please explain to me why some people cheat at solitaire?  How much of a sick hyper-competitive butt-wipe must you be to cheat at a game in which you're the only player?

Friday, July 8, 2011

Top 10 Favorite Fruits & Vegetables

10)  RuPaul
  9)  Karen Ann Quinlan
  8)  Richard Simmons
  7)  Tomatoes
  6)  The entire male cast of Glee
  5)  Sunny von Bülow
  4)  Liberace
  3)  Terri Schiavo
  2)  Bananas
  1)  Tom Cruise

Remember when Eddie Murphy used to be funny?  Neither do I.

Friday, July 1, 2011

Top 10 Signs of a Bad First Date

10)  Starts every sentence with, "According to the terms of my parole..."
  9)  Her water breaks just after the appetizer.
  8)  Will only talk to you via his sock puppet, Mr. Chico.
  7)  Ten minutes into it he starts sobbing and calling you "Mommy."
  6)  45 minute iPhone slideshow of her cats.
  5)  Insists on ordering for you...in Klingon.
  4)  Arrives tired and peaked, asks if you're an organ donor.
  3)  Says you're a much better kisser than her brother.
  2)  His ankle monitor keeps going off during the movie.
  1)  Texts you picture of his dick from the men's room.


Wednesday, June 29, 2011

Dear God...

Dear God...

Hi.  It's me, Dave.  From New Jersey.  Dark hair, kinda short, brown eyes?  Yeah, both of them.  Uh huh...that's right, the guy with the weird pickle/tree tattoo.  How's it hangin'?

Excuse me?  No no, you're right; I haven't been flossing as much as I should.  Um hmm...yes...I know.  Listen, G, that's not why I'm reaching out.

I just wanted to reach out to thank you for this year's bumper crop of Republican presidential contenders.  Especially Michele.  Yeah, Bachmann.  As a left-wing liberal Democrat and armchair humorist I have to give you your props for really coming through big-time with that one.

No, really.  I mean here I am going around openly questioning your existence when--BAM!--there you are making your presence known beyond all doubt.  No one could ever believe for a second that such an incredible dream-team of GOP presidential wannabes and tire-kickers could have "just happened" without the intervention of divine providence.  Oh, and that whole "Jesus-dying-for-our-sins-for-eternal-salvation" thing?  Yeah, thanks for that, too.

What's that?  Okay, okay!  Enough with the flossing already!  Geez, since when did you become the point man for the American fucking Dental Association?!?  Yes, I know they're the only teeth I'll ever have.  Don't go getting all Old Testament frogs-and-locusts on me, alright?

Anyway, I am SO looking forward to sitting back and enjoying your show these next 17 months.  First you whet our appetites with Sarah Palin: cat-lady crazy, shoots wolves from helicopters and an IQ that would make an enviable pro golf score. Oh, and that winking thing?  Nice touch!  Okay, so Sarah's not yet officially a candidate but we both know she didn't rent that stupid bus just so her husband could get a job driving it.

Then you lull us all into a nice, cozy stupor with Mitt "Almost Exciting Enough To Be Amish" Romney: charismatic as a box of Q-Tips and looking like he just stepped out of a pajama ad ripped from the 1978 Sears Christmas catalog.  All that plus he's a Mormon!  Then just when we're about to nod off--ZING!--you deliver unto us the money shot:  Michele.

Michele...she might actually turn out to be more "Palin" than Palin:  Lexington & Concord in New Hampshire.  Abolitionist slave-owning founding fathers.  A nationally televised seven minute reply to the President's State of the Union address delivered in its entirety to the wrong camera.  Bizarre, McCarthyesque implications of congressional anti-Americanism.  Rumor has it that Politifact.com has had to add on a second shift just to keep up with her.  All this and it's not even 2012 yet.  OMFY, it's like a political junkie's wet dream!

Then there's The Donald, Newt, Ron "Fountainhead" Paul, Godfather Cain and Rick "Please Don't Google Me" Santorum.  And don't think for a second that we haven't noticed Rick Perry warming up in the bullpen, you sly dog.  It's the wedding at Cana all over again; it just never stops!  My cup truly runneth over.

Look, I know I haven't been in touch a lot lately but I swear to God--er, You--that I'll try to do a better job with that from now on.  Honest.  Excuse me?  What was that?  Yes, that and the flossing.  You do know you're fixating, right?  Gonna start calling you "Rainman" if you keep this shit up.  I'm just sayin'.

No, I mean it.  From now on I am totally on board the Yahweh Express, pinky-swear.  I mean after this bountiful feast of oddity and ineptitude which you have so graciously placed before me, I'd have to be a putz not to be on board, am I right?

Where there was darkness you gave me light.  When I was hungry you fed me.  And when I was fearful and anxious about a potentially boring 2012 presidential campaign you gave me Sarah, Michele and their Merry Men.  I am not worthy.

Thanks again, Big Guy, and let's not be strangers, okay?  Maybe head on over to Benedict's for a little waffer and wine?  Take in some Handel or a little Gregorian chant sometime soon, just the two of us?  Yeah?  Faaaan-tastic!

Hey, no kidding, it's been great chatting.  You take care and I promise I'll work on the flossing, okay? You know, you're way cooler than the Jehovah's Witnesses say you are.

Ciao...

Dave

PS:  John Wayne from Waterloo!  Stop it, stop it, You're killin' me here!

"Thou shalt not forget to floss."

Saturday, June 25, 2011

Sarah Palin's Top 10 Moments in American History

10)  Louis Armstrong walks on the moon
  9)  Roe vs Wade grants women right to vote
  8)  Final episode of M*A*S*H brings peace to Korea
  7)  Lee surrenders to Grant at Lincoln's summer home in Gettysburg
  6)  Stock car crash of 1929
  5)  Thomas Edison invents Declaration of Independence
  4)  United States nukes Germany during Berlin Airlift to end WWI
  3)  Columbo discovers America
  2)  Randy Jackson defeats British at Battle of New Orleans
  1)  US wins Cola War
Randy Jackson: Patriot

Top 10 Least Popular Housewarming Gifts

10)  Proctor-Silex shower toaster
  9)  Donald Trump scowling lawn gnome
  8)  Poison ivy trellis
  7)  Orkin gift card
  6)  Freshly baked liver meringue pie
  5)  Gary Busey welcome mat
  4)  Framed Anthony Weiner collage
  3)  Provolone scented candles
  2)  Mariah Carey shrieking smoke detector
  1)  Spam log

"Fiiiiiiiire!"

Top Ten Signs That Newt Gingrich Might Not Be Serious About Running for President

10)  Campaign HQ now on Lido deck of Aegean I
  9)  Constantly whines about grueling noon-2pm campaign schedule
  8)  Recently caught texting photo of bloated stomach to Elisabeth Hasselbeck
  7)  Not crazy about Secret Service code name:  Ass-Face
  6)  Campaign financed entirely by sale of "Ex-Wives vs. Ex-Campaign-Staffers"
       chess sets
  5)  Using hip new AM radio technology to reach out to America's youth
  4)  Has taken to wearing Speedo and Crocs to press conferences
  3)  White House gift shop out, Tiffany’s in
  2)  Refuses to fellate Roger Ailes
  1)  Running mate: Charo

Newt Gingrich hard at work preparing for GOP presidential primary debate 
(moments before being wrestled back into the sea by members of the 
Marine Mammal Stranding Center)

Franklin's Sad Decline

In his later years, it was not unusual for Benjamin Franklin to be found wandering the streets of Philadelphia naked, reeking of urine and shouting obscenities at random passersby.  Were this in fact true would it not be a fascinating historical tidbit?


Wednesday, June 22, 2011

Presidential Finger-Crossing

More than anyone else, who hopes that Sarah Palin enters the 2012 presidential race?  My guess would be Barack Obama.

...and maybe Jon Stewart & Stephen Colbert

Where Does Taft End and the Buffalo Begin?

Not only is William Howard Taft the only US President ever to have served as Chief Justice of the US Supreme Court, he's also the only President ever to have been photographed riding a water buffalo. 

Taft riding his favorite water buffalo, which he adoringly named "Lunchy"

Amaze Your Friends!!!

Did you know that the word “scrotum” appears the exact same number of times in the Bible, the Tanakh and the Koran?  What're the odds?


And You Thought *You* Had No Life

The Klingon Bible Translation Project is just that: an effort to translate the Holy Bible into Klingon. What are the odds that anyone working on this project has ever known the love of a woman?

Trekkers: Making Civil War reenactors seem cool by comparison since 1966

Persistence Plus

Gene Shalit’s successful television career is irrefutable proof that looks don’t matter and that anything is possible if you 1) work hard 2) believe in yourself and 3) enter into a pact with Satan.

"Hail, Satan!"