Saving Lives and Stamping out Disease

The Careful Application of Lead Cures Rogue Hominid Infestation

There are a lot of diseases out there.  Most of them you can't see.  Billy Dean Riley was a walking, talking, screaming pile of human waste that was a disease on society.

There are a lot of people out there that believe that gun owners are sitting in their houses, armed to the teeth, waiting for someone to come through the door that they can shoot.  This could not be farther from the truth.  The woman involved in this story had no desire to kill this man.  She stated, multiple times, that she didn't want to kill.  When the time came and she had to defend herself, she chose to survive. 

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April 15th

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NOW

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Indiana State Capitol Building

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BREAKING NEWS: PIRATES PWND BY NAVY SEALS

(CNN) -- The American captain of a cargo ship held hostage by pirates jumped overboard from the lifeboat where he was being held, and U.S. Navy SEALs shot and killed three of his four captors, according to a senior U.S. official with knowledge of the situation.

http://www.cnn.com/2009/WORLD/africa/04/12/somalia.pirates/index.html


Captain Richard Philips, a man with huge stones and now lifetime of free drinks, is free after being held hostage by Somali pirates terrorists.  Captain Philips is rumored to have escaped into the water by bludgeoning his captors with his own massive balls.   It is believed that his captors did not recognize them for weapons given the fact that they were not so armed.  Following his escape into the water the stunned pirates were promptly turned into a fine pink mist by a hail of bullets from the US Navy SEALS.  The surviving douchebag was arrested and placed in a cell that was rapidly fillng with his own tears and urine.  Sources close to the situation state that that Captain Philips will be returning home soon to retire and be put out to stud. 

The Whistle

In light of recent events at our hospital and at the medical school which I attend,  we had a discussion about personal safety.  Later in the evening, my son had some questions for my wife.  When my wife told me about it, I had to share it.  Here is their conversation:

Nick and I sat down in the van to go shopping, and Nick found a little plastic whistle that I was recently given at work and asked where I got it. I explained that, recently, there have been several incidents of bad people in the parking lots and garages at work. I told him the story of a co-worker who had his vehicle broken into while he was in the process of getting his belongings out of it. I explained how my co-worker hit the would-be thief and held him there until hospital security could show up and arrest him. Nick was concerned that I shouldn’t walk in the garage by myself, and I assured him that I was always very careful and always left work with other people who were walking with me. That was when I explained that the Managers at the Hospital gave all of us whistles. We were to carry them in case a “bad guy” bothered us while we were walking to our cars we could whistle for help. I asked him what he thought. His response went something like this:
Nick: Well, I don’t know, I guess it might be a good idea.
Christi: What do you mean by “Might Be”?
Nick: Actually, I don’t think it’s a very good idea, I don’t think it will help you.
Christi: Why not?
Nick: How can the security guards hear the whistles in the big garage?
Christi: They can hear the whistles if they are close, but there usually aren’t any security guards in the garage.
Nick: There aren’t?
Christi: No, not always, they just drive through the garage every hour or so to check for problems. But, the whistle wouldn’t necessarily only be to call security guards. What if you were visiting a friend in the hospital and you parked your car in the garage and were walking inside when you heard someone blowing a whistle? What would you do?
Nick: Well, I’d see if I could find where the whistle sounds were coming from and see if I could help the person, if they needed help.
Christi: OK. Do you think most people would do that?
Nick: No
Christi: Why not?
Nick: I don’t think most people would think that was their job or their responsibility.
Christi: Really?
Nick: Yeah, I don’t think they would help.
Christi: So do you think the whistle is a good idea?
Nick: No, I don’t think it will help you if you get hurt by someone,….. It’s just a nice free whistle.

At 9 years old, this little sheepdog pup has more thoughtfulness and insight than many grown men I have known. 

With that I give you my solution.

Rest in Peace Sheepdog

Russell Dunham, 89, died at 12:56 a.m. Monday, April 6, 2009, at his home. Here is a little of his story:

For conspicuous gallantry and intrepidity at risk of life above and beyond the call of duty. At about 1430 hours on 8 January 1945, during an attack on Hill 616, near Kayserberg, France, T/Sgt. Dunham single-handedly assaulted 3 enemy machine guns. Wearing a white robe made of a mattress cover, carrying 12 carbine magazines and with a dozen hand grenades snagged in his belt, suspenders, and buttonholes, T/Sgt. Dunham advanced in the attack up a snow-covered hill under fire from 2 machine guns and supporting riflemen. His platoon 35 yards (32 m) behind him, T/Sgt. Dunham crawled 75 yards (69 m) under heavy direct fire toward the timbered emplacement shielding the left machine gun. As he jumped to his feet 10 yards (10 m) from the gun and charged forward, machine gun fire tore through his camouflage robe and a rifle bullet seared a 10-inch gash across his back sending him spinning 15 yards (14 m) down hill into the snow. When the indomitable sergeant sprang to his feet to renew his 1-man assault, a German egg grenade landed beside him. He kicked it aside, and as it exploded 5 yards (5 m) away, shot and killed the German machine gunner and assistant gunner. His carbine empty, he jumped into the emplacement and hauled out the third member of the gun crew by the collar. Although his back wound was causing him excruciating pain and blood was seeping through his white coat, T/Sgt. Dunham proceeded 50 yards (50 m) through a storm of automatic and rifle fire to attack the second machine gun. Twenty-five yards from the emplacement he hurled 2 grenades, destroying the gun and its crew; then fired down into the supporting foxholes with his carbine dispatching and dispersing the enemy riflemen. Although his coat was so thoroughly blood-soaked that he was a conspicuous target against the white landscape, T/Sgt. Dunham again advanced ahead of his platoon in an assault on enemy positions farther up the hill. Coming under machine gun fire from 65 yards (59 m) to his front, while rifle grenades exploded 10 yards (10 m) from his position, he hit the ground and crawled forward. At 15 yards (14 m) range, he jumped to his feet, staggered a few paces toward the timbered machine gun emplacement and killed the crew with hand grenades. An enemy rifleman fired at pointblank range, but missed him. After killing the rifleman, T/Sgt. Dunham drove others from their foxholes with grenades and carbine fire. Killing 9 Germans--wounding 7 and capturing 2--firing about 175 rounds of carbine ammunition, and expending 11 grenades, T/Sgt. Dunham, despite a painful wound, spearheaded a spectacular and successful diversionary attack.

For his actions in combat earned the Medal of Honor, the Silver Star, the Bronze Star, the Purple Heart, and the Croix de Guerre. He was quoted as saying that he was not a warrior, that he did what soldiers had to do.  In civilian life, he worked for the advancement of veteran's affairs and helped educate children about WWII.  He lived peacefully at home with his wife and loved to garden despite the presence of shrapnel in his leg. Should any of us in our lifetime happen upon such a man, treasure such a moment, for there are few such men granted to us in life. 

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