Friday, January 19, 2018

How To Handle A Shakedown

h/t Kenny

Entitled race hustlers and their shysters want some of Georgetown U.'s cash:
(WASHINGTON DC) One-hundred-and-eighty years after Jesuit priests sold slaves to save Georgetown University from financial ruin, a group of descendants is calling for restitution.
The university’s president has apologized for the sale, and the school has taken steps to make amends. But Georgetown owes its existence to the money made from the sale of 272 enslaved people,

I fully agree with this suit.

Everyone who actually picked cotton, and was actually sold into slavery by Georgetown U., should immediately present their claims at trial, including birth certificates and slave Bills of Sale. Then they can explain what law was broken in 1838, and under what legal argument they deserve compensation now.

Everyone else should be kicked out of the courthouse for lack of any standing, and expiration of the statute of limitations decades ago, hard enough that their asses don't hit the ground until they clear the steps.

After being assessed and fined for their share of defendant's legal bills.

Then the lawyers who presented the suits for plaintiffs should spend some time - we're talking some weeks, not a few hours - jailed for contempt of court, to contemplate the error of wasting the court's time with this kind of judicial horsesh*t.

Pour encourager les autres.

If they are amenable to waving their Eighth Amendment rights, I would accept having them placed in unsupervised public stocks in lieu of jail, for an equal period of time, on a 1:1 basis.
IIRC, it's a little chilly in D.C. just now, but they should have plenty to eat, what with all the fruit and raw eggs that'll certainly be coming their way.

If that proves unsatisfactory to them, all the plaintiffs should be presented with their share of damages for the civil manslaughter of 364,511 who died in the Civil War, payable at once, with interest.

All such claims to be discharged immediately if they drop their claims now and for all time with prejudice, and publicly say "Thank you" in open court, for the sacrifices which allowed them to live as free men in a free country, and never darken the court's doorstep again with this hogwash.

The lawyers still do the times in jail or the stocks, either way.

If the lawyers choose jail instead of the stocks, they should be required to pick cotton by hand until such time as the judge thinks they've learned the lesson. One squawk about either option, and disbarment proceedings for frivolous lawsuits are instituted immediately against the lot.

Thursday, January 18, 2018

Slow Learner Alert: ZFG


This is fifty-sixty guys I know in meatspace.
And they're the calm, reasonable, rational ones.

The dozen or so crazy m*****f*****s have already sharpened the axes, loaded the plastic sheeting and trash bags in their car trunks, and dug the holes out in the desert for you.

Just saying.

Just Following Orders In Britistan

h/t WRSA

Come and get me, coppers.

If the cuck-Brit coppers want to arrest him, the corpse of Sir Winston lies in the graveyard of St. Martin’s Church, Bladon, in Oxfordshire.

Ask the Britistanis if it’s still hate speech when it’s a matter of historical record.

Bunch of pussified wankers.

(And for those both faint of heart and historically ignorant, that gesture doesn't stand for "victory" in Formerly Great Britain, any more than the following picture means "You're number one". Lest anyone be confused.)

Orwell would have been slitting their throats by now, but clearly his line has been bred out, and the best part of their country ran down the crack of their women’s hindquarters decades ago.

Condolences to those now trapped behind enemy lines.
The chair is against the door.

Nothing short of heads on poles will avail now.


Apparently Newsweak is all butthurt by this accurate piece of copy from Spike's Tactical (purveyors of AR-15 toys), and Pipe Hitter's Union apparel.

1) Kudos to Spike's Tactical and Pipe Hitter's Union for sponsoring the art.
2) Spike's has apparently doubled down, told Newsweak to get stuffed, and essentially suggested they apply some Butthurt Cream to that.
3) No one's heard a peep from Antifa, as they've only been seen on milk cartons since their Nov. 8th yawp to the heavens failed to dislodge Trump, just as all their violent agitation served only to harden the Right's resistance to their childish tantrums.

Regarding the copy, 27 firearms companies in North America could learn a lesson.
Starting with getting their nuts out of the jar on the shelf, and putting them back on.

As for Newsweak's whinging, three words:

When the Leftards can get their superheroes of anarchy to set down their cocoa and get up off of mommie's couch,

Antifa, off duty and between gigs.

they may find the rules have swerved a bit against them, and this isn't the fight they thought it was going to be.

And when you can't even carry off a socialist rant in the city park in Berzerkely, Califrutopia, without getting a PR-24 shampoo from the local tame cops, it's Game Over, pussies.

You should have stayed in the basement playing WoW.

And those of you who were worried about this pustule of Leftism amounting to anything serious should be a little ashamed too.

This punch was educational. She hasn't been to a protest since.
And for the record: this is when it's okay to punch a Nazi.

Tuesday, January 16, 2018

Pay Attention

h/t Kenny

If you're really lucky, all they'll do is hurt you.

Non futuis nobiscum. Words to live by.

Sunday, January 14, 2018

Ex Libris - Survival & Austere Medicine - An Introduction

h/t WRSA

If you've never visited FerFAL's (Fernando Aguirre) blog, you oughta.
He's an Argentine, who looks at survival through the lens of someone who lived through Argentina's post-Falklands (Malvinas) War financial collapse and aftermath.

Brought up today because Pete from WRSA noticed this FREE download of a four-star excellent disaster/SHTF medical reference.

Posted here.

PDF download here.
Survival & Austere Medicine - An Introduction - 3d edition
22.14MB, 614 pages, color illustrations

Compiled mainly by Oz and Kiwi docs and nurses, with a lot of crossover listing US equivalent meds/measurements, and based on a lot of give and take from their online medical forums and FAQs, I'm 380 pages in, and it's four-star (out of five) AWESOME.
(Did I mention it's FREE?)

I have a few quibbles. (But they invited feedback, so I'll be sending them a few notes for their 4th ed.) But they're minor.

In short, download this book, print it out, and store a copy on a thumb drive. It's a damned good comprehensive "introductory" reference to disaster medicine, whether just on a desert island, or after the zombpocalypse.

And I'm working this weekend, so this will do for post fodder. Hopefully by next week, I can get through the other 234 pages.

This should go on your medical reference shelf, like it will mine. In a local small disaster, or a major civilizational meltdown, as the platoon sergeant reminded us, "you WILL see this material again, ladies."

But as you're probably lacking a couple of decades of hands-on that I've got, you should spend an ass-numbing amount of time reading it first, soon, and repeatedly, and then hands-on practicing as much of it as you can while no one's life is at stake.

Get cracking.
And then thank the nice folks for handing you a $100 current medical textbook for FREE.
This is good stuff.

Friday, January 12, 2018

Special Snowflake PSA

Here ya go, Snowflakes:

Wear it with pride.

Good Question

Trump 2020. BFYTW.
So, we've gone from a president who spent his first year in office calling America the shithole, to one who puts that shoe on the right foot.
I'm looking for a downside.


Thursday, January 11, 2018

O Give Me A F**king Break!

h/t Kenny

Baltimoron press liars are butthurt, with no idea what's going on:
(BALTIMORE)The University of Maryland Medical System is investigating an incident at its midtown campus in Baltimore in which a woman is seen on video outside the hospital wearing just a gown.
The video shows what looks like four security guards, one with a wheelchair, walking away from a bus stop outside the hospital on the outskirts of Mount Vernon. A woman is seen near the bus stop dressed in a gown and socks. Her belongings are packed in plastic bags that have also been placed at the bus stop.

Without any more information than they had before publishing, I give you the following:

Real answer, to a 99.9997% certainty:

Homeless troll with a cartload of her trash showed up at the ER looking for bed and breakfast indefinitely because it was cold outside, and the shelter would have made her get rid of her booze and dope first, no medical emergency existed, and then she refuses to leave when discharged, after wasting the staff's time and skipping out on $1K or more of medical care and testing to determine that she was only full of shit and lice.
She's in a patient gown (which is the only clean thing she's had on in a month) because her clothes, pried off her body by staff in hazmat suits, have become so matted, wet, sweaty, filthy, and vermin-infestedly disgusting even she doesn't want to put them back on, and are part of what's in all those plastic bags.

This only happens about daily to weekly in every ER I've worked in, going back a mere twenty years, especially from October to March.

And the fuckwits that complain about this kind of bullshit without knowing their asses from a hole in the ground can't figure out why they're still sitting their fat asses in my waiting room 6-8 hours later, because I can't get a fat troll like this to put on her clothes, gather her forty-seven shopping bags of shit, and GTFO so I can decon her room and see a real patient, until three security guards and two techs "help" her hit the bricks.

And if she had met the criteria for a mental health hold, the same assholes would be bitching that she was incarcerated against her will and her civil rights violated for keeping her in the hospital.

Damned if you do, damned if you don't. Simple answer: Open hunting season, and start shooting them on sight. If the assholes are going to bitch either way, at least get the satisfaction of solving the problem once and for all.

Thank your congress shitweasel for voting EMTALA into law.

She should be chained up in leg irons, and forced to shovel snow on the public roads to pay her bill and fine and cover the cost of green bologna sandwiches, in lieu of six months' jail time.

Also notable: no one's asking WTF her own family is in all this (because they intuitively know already they're a bunch of no-account shitbags too), but they're more than happy to portray the hospital, which did more for her than anyone has probably in forever, as the villains.

And fuck those giving this kind of shitheadedness "a voice". They deserve a bayonet right up the ass to the hilt, and then spun around a bit.

Saturday, January 6, 2018

Journalist = Retard

h/t Cold Fury

Andrew Klavan ably dismembers the lamestream mediatards' narrative on Trump:
(PJ MEDIA) All of what I’ve seen of Fire and Fury so far seems more sound and fury, a tale told by an idiot, signifying nothing. Donald Trump was so ignorant he didn’t know who John Boehner was, Wolff writes. It took me a fifteen-second Google search to prove that wasn’t true. Trump had spoken about Boehner frequently. He played golf with the guy! It’s an important anecdote meant to tell us something about the president of the United States and it’s utterly false. What kind of writer — what kind of publisher — doesn’t check that stuff?
Or consider this description from Wolff’s self-promotion piece for Hollywood Reporter: “Everybody was painfully aware of the increasing pace of [Trump’s] repetitions. It used to be inside of 30 minutes he’d repeat, word-for-word and expression-for-expression, the same three stories — now it was within 10 minutes.”
We know this isn’t true. As recently as October, we saw Trump speak for 45 minutes off-the-cuff under press questioning. Over Christmas, he talked to the New York Times. He’s clearly all there. A big, outlandish character, no question, but no more outlandish than he was in the 1980s. Why should Wolff’s assertion get any sort of attention at all?
The nation’s journalists cover this obvious nonsense because otherwise, they’d have to enter what to them is uncharted territory: the truth.
We are watching our mainstream news media implode. They don’t just jump on any fake news that might make Trump look bad for the few moments before they’re forced to retract it. They’re now actually reporting their fantasies — fantasies in which Trump doesn’t keep making them look like the idiots they are.

Calling someone a "journalist" is now the only politically-correct way to publicly call someone a barking retard without offending actual retarded people.

They're all fake news.

That kid from Hans Christian Andersen, the one who pointed out that the emperor was naked?
He grew up to be Donald Trump.

Friday, January 5, 2018

James Woods: Comedy Legend

h/t Xenophilic

This is master-class stuff right here.
This guy and Dennis Miller are on the sidelines, and the libtards have a plethora of awful unfunny talentless hacks doing late night.
Woods & Miller should be doing a nightly Fox News Huntley/Brinkley show.

The IQ of cable would go up 50 points, even on Fox.

And I'm soooo stealing "Liewatha". Once I clean off my screen.

Thursday, January 4, 2018

F**king It Up By The Numbers

h/t Daily Sheeple

Lest anyone think I'm a one-sided kind of guy, say with regard to my comments regarding law enforcement, I offer today's tale of How Not To Do Your Jobs:

(PITTSBURGH) Eugene Wright of Meadville says police and medical workers got the wrong man when they transported him to the local hospital this summer and injected him with anti-psychotic drugs against his will, thinking he was someone else.
"The experience that I went through, this should never happen to anybody. It's very simple to check ID," said Mr. Wright, 63. "These people need to be held responsible."
Mr. Wright and his wife, Carolyn Wright, made their allegations in a federal lawsuit filed Wednesday against the police in Meadville, the Meadville Medical Center and a local crisis center, Stairways Behavioral Health.
Mr. Wright had the misfortune to have the same name as another Eugene Wright, a psychiatric patient who police said had issued threats at his doctor's office, his suit says.

Long story short: they did, in fact, have the wrong guy.
"But they were acting in good faith!"

Yeah, right up until that failure to look in his wallet, or call his employer or the ortho doc to confirm they had the right guy- or not. Times everyone from A to Z. No exercise of due dilligence equals gross negligence and depraved indifference to the consequences. And deserves a prison sentence.

So Innocent Bystander gets hauled away to the nuthouse.

And now, I'm the Pittsburgh D.A., by the power of the Internet.
What happens?

Officers Shithead and Fuckstick are suspended without pay for battery, kidnapping, false arrest, false imprisonment, criminal conspiracy to do all of the above, and making terroristic threats. They deserve to be fired for cause, and referred for criminal prosecution.
The representative for Stairways who accompanied them gets charged with making a false report, criminal negligence, and accessory to all the charges against the Meadville PD.
Any nurse(s) who gave the medications has their license suspended, and is charged with criminal medical battery on a patient and gross professional negligence, along with false arrest and false imprisonment. Their license(s) gets revoked by their state board, and they get referred to criminal prosecution.
Ditto for the ordering MD at the hospital.
All of the above: the PD, the crisis center, the hospital, the nurse(s), the doctor, get civilly sued for the maximum penalty that a jury will accept. The chief of police, and the CEOs of both health facilities are also named as co-defendants civilly and criminally for gross incompetence and criminal negligence leading to battery, medical battery, kidnapping, false arrest, and false imprisonment.
Oh, and sue the orthopedic doctor and his staff for failing to make a complete report. They deserve some love in this too. 
The cardinal rule I've observed in a couple of decades in the E.D. is that the more you're arguing with someone, the exponentially greater the likelihood that they're right and you're not. Break the chain early, and double check, especially when it's as easy at it would have been here to sort it out with certainty.

It was the responsibility of the nurse treating that patient to make sure he/she had the right patient - not just the one the doctor pointed at, but that he was indeed the mental health case in question. When nothing more than an ID check and one phone call would have raised the question and undone the entire chain of errors here, there's no excuse, for anyone involved. Some criminal arrests and indictments would drive that home satisfactorily.

I don't have the medical record info here, but if the patient was not in any way an imminent danger to himself or others in the hospital, there was no reason whatsoever to administer ANY medications to him under any circumstances. If the record shows that he did nothing but raise the obviously valid legal and medical point that they had the wrong guy, and was not physically combative, they should be fired and sued just for that act. That's medial battery all by itself, even if he was the correct whackjob in question.

There should be five to ten people facing actual state and federal prison for this incident, and the plaintiff deserves a mid eight-figure payout to drive the point well home.
And then every staff member of the PD, crisis center, and hospital, down to admitting clerks, has to undergo mandatory training by the state, at their employers' expense, on properly validating the ID of a mental health patient in crisis adequately and properly.

When you have someone frothing and barking on scene, that problem is solved. But when you send your minions to round up people in the community, and end up kidnapping the innocent off the streets and hooking them up as psych cases, it needs to leave a mark, in both the criminal and civil divisions of the superior court, and at the federal level. (Posit this guy as someone with a valid CCW and carrying when the cops roll up, and let your mind wander how it turns out. One or more people dead, because a clerk had his/her head up their own ass. That's why everyone who screwed this pooch should be fired and criminally prosecuted, and not just sued into poverty.)

This is utterly unconscionable and inexcusable behavior at every level, and several people need a long, quiet time in a small gray cell - let alone some frequent group sex sessions in pound-you-in-the-ass-prison - to contemplate the responsibilities of their former jobs, and the rights of the people they're supposed to be serving.

After that, they can get jobs greeting people at f**king WalMart for all I care.
They're shitbags as human beings, and if it were my relative or yours involved, the full measure of justice in this kind of case would require baseball bats and some emergency dental and orthopedic surgery. Blowtorches and pliers might possibly be involved.

Proof Tequila Rots The Brain

Reliably lost on anything requiring higher thinking, dutiful Mexican shill Fred has spent all week building a Straw Man, and then happily tears it down for those of grade-school wit.

OMG! Fred, who couldn't figure out that Mexican health care will suffice in America if only we can get nurses here to work for twenty-eight cents an hour, has cleverly deduced that one construction crew would have trouble building the entire 2000 mile wall proposed.

Here's your award, Señor Douchecanoe.
Cleverly, we could hire, I dunno, say 2,000 work crews, and knock the whole thing together in a month or two. Fred never thought of that, evidently.
He's also worried about pre-casting the sections. By a strange coincidence, there are only dozens of concrete plants from San Diego to Brownsville, all of whom would happily take on the job lots required. As opposed to making them in just one place, and trucking them all thousands of miles either way.
Then he moves on to the next leg of what's become an entire pasture field full of little Straw Men, the foundation. By a strange coincidence, handling the pouring of concrete only dates back about 2,500 years or so, so it's considered a mature technology in countries more advanced than Mehico. Hell, I've even seen illegals here manage it from time to time. And as there are houses all along that border, all with concrete slab or wall foundations, finding the ability to pour another million foundation sections isn't likely to break anyone's heads over at NASA, or anywhere else, even when it's the federal government we're talking about.
Just for instance, 2,000 miles of border wall is vastly less complex than, say Interstate 5, which runs from Irvine, CA all the way to Hongkouver in Canuckistan. Bitch at it we might, but TPTB seem to have figured it out before Freddy was out of short pants, and it only represents somewhere around ten or fifty times the cubic footage of material involved in making The Great Wall Of China, so I don't think the border wall is going to strain anyone's noggin or back to accomplish.
Then he switches to "It'll cost a lot of money!!"
It's rare to earn a cluster on your first award in one essay.
But Fred is more than qualified in this instance.
He swoons to note that it could be $7-20B, plus maintenance.
Last I looked, illegals cost us $116B/yr. So even taking Fred's nightmare projections of napkin math, the wall will pay for itself by March 21st of the first year it's up. Every day after that it saves us $317M. So Fred, you might maybe want to put the tequila down, and get a fresh napkin. By the end of the first year alone, we're up $96B/yr/forever. $58,000,000/yr, per mile, until hell freezes over.
Winning, pendejos.
Then, Fred strains himself to note that with a six-foot deep wall section, Mexicans etc. tunneling under will only have to dig a 7' hole. (Actually, they have to dig 8' down, to get under the foundation, then go 10' or so across, then another 8' back up, so they're already needing a 26' hole, encompassing several metric tons of earth to move with hand tools, but I digress.)
But you know what they won't be bringing through that hole, Fred?
Or this.
In fact, without having to run checkpoints 20, 40, 80 miles from the border to catch the loads, Border Patrol can put everyone they have on the border , and then they can catch Jose and Jesus and Maria and Ixtachalupa right when their little heads pop up out the gopher holes on our side.
We could charge people 50¢ per play and make even more money on the deal.
And just for the kicker, Fred, we could spot attempts to tunnel under with the height of 1960s technology:
This is obsolescent Viet Nam War-era crap, Fred, but they work just fine, and you can find them on the Internet for $50-100@, no sweat.
We have much better stuff now, but even these would stop the gopher holes - or train tunnels - you imagine would baffle us.
So, in short, get off of Mexico's dick, they can't be paying you enough to shill for this sort of nonsense. Just get used to the idea that we'll soon be stopping your wife's cousins and nephews from coming here, the remittances will stop, and then you'll be living in a Third world shithole smack dab in the middle of another revolution, and you're the gringo in that guacamole.
Might want to step away from the keyboard, and work on your tan, amigo.
Just saying.

Wednesday, January 3, 2018

No One Cares If You Go Home Safe At The End Of Your Shift

Badged pants-wetters execute innocent homeowner because they were stupid. And homicidal.

This. Just This. Only This.

I have a great respect for the police I grew up around. That would be damned few of you currently practicing, and it grows fewer and fewer every time one of these incidents crops up. Which, lately, is becoming weekly, if not daily.

If your prime directive is to get home and cash your checks, you're not a police officer, you're just a selfish whore. And should be regarded as exactly such. Stings, don't it?

When you'd rather blow away ten innocent victims than risk one hair on your star-bellied Sneetch @$$hole, you're the f**king problem, not the solution, and I hope you die gut-shot by the side of the road crying for your momma, and I get to watch it on YouTube.

You were sick the day in the academy they covered the job description, and we don't need you. Never did, in fact.

Do your jobs, by the letter and spirit of the law. Start by obeying it. For a vast swath of you with badges, that'll be a novel approach, but give it a shot; it worked for decades before killing your way home to supper on the backs of innocent people in the wrong place at the wrong time became SOP.

Truck drivers and oil workers have deadlier occupations, and they don't get to kill anyone who looks at them funny, or makes a sudden movement.

Yes, I want you to be safe, and I recognize from experience and video evidence how quickly things turn pear-shaped on the streets.

You knew the job was tough when you took it. You don't get to cut corners by killing everyone pro-actively because it saves you the trouble of using judgment and reasoning before you go to guns.

If it's too hard to do that, GTFO, and go deliver pizzas. The tips are better, and people seldom curse you out when you knock on their door. As a bonus, it's probably a better IQ fit for many of you.

Be safe, certainly. But not to the point of killing everyone because you were too stupid to wait before applying a couple of pounds of trigger pull to kill an unarmed person too unlucky, too stupid, too drunk, or any combination, to comply with the fourteen 'roided up douchebadges all yelling at him simultaneously over leveled carbines.

BS like this is why they didn't used to let you knuckleheads have rifles.
I'm thinking it's time you were all forced to patrol without any guns at all.

(You pull that Wichita SWATing dumbshittery some places, and the body count tally will be far less one-sided. It's going to be a party-bus crowd. Fair warning: they'll fight dirty, and the red flag will be raised - no quarter given. There won't be any Waco time-outs to gather your wounded either. You might want to try coming up and knocking on the door, to talk like men, and save yourselves a load of embarrassment and bullets in your ass. Just saying. Take your pick.)

That's not all of you, and I'm painting with a wide brush. I know that.
Boo fucking hoo.
You earned every bit of that broad brush, when you failed - ten thousand times - to fire, and refer for immediate prosecution, every silly jackass caught in flagrante on the job, by our cameras and your own.

Qui tacet consentit.

Look it up. You don't just get to be the Blue Crew when you're doing good; when you cover for your thugs, crooks, and morons, you become legally and morally accomplices after the fact, and deserve the same opprobrium they do.

Start delivering their heads on platters metaphorically, or get used to someone else taking the opportunity to volunteer any or all of you to hand them over literally. For no reason, and ten thousand reasons, with illustrative videos to back them up, going back decades, in every city, town, and county.

People are turning, are you're the rabid dogs in this morality play.

Rabid dogs get put down.

So either clean up your collective act, quit, or settle your affairs.
Note that there is no other choice there.
Right now it's "a few bad apples" (See what I did there?) who'll be hunting you, along with every actual crook you meet like it's always been.
But every time we see another bunch of sub-literate prehensile-tailed douchebadges blow away another unarmed guy for not sufficiently respecting your authoritay, the more people start figuring that could, and someday will, be they themselves.

And the minute the tipping point is reached, they're going to start fragging you as a threat to their life and livelihood, on sight, simply for existing.

And no one else is going to give a damn whether you were guilty or innocent anymore.

Just like most of you seem to feel about most of us, time after time after time.

Funny how what goes around, comes around. But when you're the next platter's serving, you probably won't be laughing.

Everyone else will be, though.

Tell me how much fun that day will be, and ponder that we can trade you one for one, and run out of all of you centuries before we run out of all of us.
The sooner y'all start turning this around, and re-earning the community's respect, the shorter the time until you won't have to worry about catching a round in the back while you're eating a sammich.

Your call.

When you make yourself an outlaw, you are entirely beyond the law's protection, and have no right to expect it to pay you any further consideration.

Be Still, My Beating Heart...

Apparently, after the two-time defeat (and still pending prison term) of the two-faced multi-millionaire crime queen Felonia von Pantsuit, MAsshole senator Elizabeth Warren has decided that the time may be ripe for her to make her bid for the presidency in 2020, because the one thing her wandering group of bickering interest groups can unite behind is a rich white woman who pretended to be an American Indian to get a cushy gig teaching at Harvard, who can truly identify with the welfare-class schmucks sucking the teat of government dry, and get them from the ghetto vote plantations to the polling places in droves.

WTF is it with delusional MAsshole politicians thinking they're relevant anywhere outside Baahstun? Do they really never get out of the state of Chappaquiddick, or is it just that they never flip to a channel that isn't giving their ilk a tongue-bath 24/7/365?

At any rate, here's hoping she goes through with this.
We've seen this sort of candidacy from MA before:

Skip to 3:30 on the video...

We, and dozens of professional stand-up comedians and late night talk show hosts, can do nothing but look forward to pending candidacy of this most famous member of the Schmohawk tribe for the presidency of the US, with anything but barely disguised glee for the world-record-sized comedy reserves of withering satire that can be mined out of her 2020 trainwreck candidacy, all before she ever even opens her stupid mouth.

Tuesday, January 2, 2018

PSA: Flu 2018 - Updated

Thirty-six states report influenza activity as "widespread". That would be all the brown ones in the CDC map, above.
Nota bene the number of states with no influenza activity this year is "zero".
The CDC has identified 648 different active influenza virus sub-types this year, to date.

Anecdotally, where I am, approximately 4 out of every 6 persons swabbed for flu for URIs in the ER are coming back with positive results. (My patient pop. average age is markedly older than most of the county.) Just the other night, I admitted three different people over the age of 60 to the hospital, for flu which had debilitated the patients, who subsequently acquired pneumonia as well, the latter affliction being well capable of killing you deader than canned tuna untreated. Breathing underwater has that effect on people.

Flu symptoms are fever, sore throat, cough, body aches, fatigue, muscle aches, and possibly nausea/vomiting.

If you have a fever, you are infectious to others.
If you're treating a fever with Tylenol/ibuprofen/etc., you are infectious to others.
If either of those apply, keep your dumb ass at home, until you're over it. Period.
Anything else deserves a crotch kick.
(A co-worker was patient Zero at my ER, and another colleague gifted me with the crud for two weeks, followed by another four weeks of dreadfully lingering cough. This year's cold has a horrendous URI "tail" of hacking cough that just hangs on.)

1) Stay the f*** home. Until it's ALL gone.
2) Get plenty of sleep and rest, but get up and move around, if only to use the bathroom, make a sandwich, pee, poop, or puke. Lying immobile increases your odds for bigger problems.
3) acetaminophen/ibuprofen for fever control and aches.
4) Water, water, water. Anything less than an hourly pee trip, and your pee isn't clear and mostly colorless, you're probably not drinking nearly enough water.
5) Soups, Gatorade, Jell-O, popsicles, etc. are also water.
6) And more water.
7) Caffeine and alcohol are diuretics, and dehydrate you more, and faster. Avoid both.
8) Take any number of "snivel" meds to mitigate symptoms, loosen congestion and mucus, suppress cough, etc.
9) If you find homeopathic voodoo meds that help, use them. They likely can't hurt.
10) Stay the f*** home. Until it's ALL gone.

This year's flu outbreak is in addition to normal viral illnesses (a "cold"), which are similarly rampant, especially from Thanksgiving to Easter, when intergenerational family members gather to share diseases and finger-bang everything they touch and cough on, for everyone from snot-monkey age to grandma and grandpa.

1) Keep yourself and your little bastards home when they're sick.
2) Wash your hands.
3) Wash your hands before you eat, drink, or touch your face.
4) Wash your hands.
5) Wash your hands after you poop, pee, cough, or touch anything else in the entire world.
6) Wash your hands.
7) Cover your mouth when you cough.
8) Keep at home all your kids too young and stupid to learn to cover their mouths when they cough.
9) Carry personal disinfectant/sanitizer, and use it vigorously and frequently.
10) Understand that if I catch you or your kids out and about in public, coughing, sneezing, and dribbling your snot-mitts on everything, I may replace or augment my personal disinfectant with OC spray, and I will use it on you. If you can still identify me afterwards, and I'm still in the same area 30 minutes later when your vision clears up, I may express feigned/mock regret over my "mistake" in grabbing the wrong spritzer and using it on you.
11) Or, not.

I doubt I'm the only person who's likely to respond in that manner.

Learn a lesson or two, and live.

Addendum: Flu Shots
As a rule, flu shots work.
1) Suck it up, and get the shot if you're in a risk group (Older than 55/immunocompromised/health worker/EMS/fire dept./etc.)
2) You cannot get the flu from a flu shot; it's a killed form of the virus. If you did, you would be in the Guinness Book under impossible biology.
(But while your immune system is cooking up antibodies in response, you can still get a cold/URI. But that can happen anytime anyways, so qwitcherbitchin.)
3) That said, don't expect great things from it this year.
Say what?

Okay, every year, the Flu Poobahs look at last year's viral strains, and try to guess which way they're going to mutate next year, so Pharma Inc. can start cooking the next year's batch.

So they mix up a batch with multiple strains; this year's has:
  • Flu Strain A/(Michigan) (H1N1)
  • Flu Strain A/(Hong Kong) (H3N2)
  • Flu Strain B/(Brisbane)
  • Flu Strain B/(Phuket)

  • Some years, they nail it; a couple of years back, the vaccine was rated something like 98% effective against the prevailing strains.
    But it's a crap shoot, and this year's shot is only rated around 19% effective, last I heard.
    (If you have the latest MMWR report with better numbers, post a link in comments.) 
    And save the crank-bait about the shots being a scam. They get to pick three to four strains; there are 648 active strains out there right now. It's somewhere between a medical best guess and a lotto pick, every year. If you can do better, get a job at one of the drug companies, and tell us how your picks turn out.

    You should still get the shot if you're at risk, but it isn't the magic bullet this year as in some prior years.

    So if you aren't in a risk group, and under 55, save your $, and spend it on hand sanitizer and N95 masks.
    And wash your hands!