...and then begins

Let's see where things go this time.

More of the same, I'm sure.

No revamps, no multimedia, no muscle pics.

Simply more of my inane chicken-scratch squawkings.

I just decided to flip the pad to a fresh, blank sheet of paper.

[UPDATE] Hmmm... To be clear, this blog is finished.
No more posts will be here. I am now here at this link.

A ring has an end

Anniversary Day
I'm sitting here with a glass of wine.

A year ago today I also sat in front of a computer with a glass of wine.

OK, yes, pretty much every day since then I sat in front of a computer with a glass of wine, so the wine's not important to the date.

But on that day I started this blog thing here.

Wine was the fuel for my diving into what I considered my emotionally filled past. Which, within days, is what I quickly began to do.
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In vino veritas but not without an outlet for the truth to flow.

That's what the blog became, very quickly.

Wine used to be a running gag of a blogger who has left us for the real word.
Maybe that's how his truth flowed, too.
But the combination of his apparent cuteness and his pissed-off passion made him one of the early reasons I started to write in a blog.
And, for a time, why I tried drinking wine out of a box.

And very quickly, I felt a thrill of – something I harp on again and again, I know – connection. (Which I recount here).

I realized I could write a pathetic little post like this, but I knew somehow that there'd be some people out there that would take a look.

Maybe some of them would be my friends?

I really needed some friends.
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Why We Write

But where was I going with this blog site?

There is a scene in a movie where a famous writer asks a literary agent "how would you describe that sunset?" He was trying to see if this agent really knew what it meant to write. And the agent replies with statements of colors and hues and warmth. It was meant to sound stale and unimaginative.

My own response emerged in my head, thought up when watching this film while sitting in an airplane seat bound for San Francisco… it was this:

"Every day this thing happens, this sunset.
Common as dirt and predictable as blinking.
It is a boring thing, this sunset, no?

But, we know more of this thing – its inner truth. The power of that ball of cataclysmic, planet destroying, never-ending explosions is unfathomable.

OK, yes, it is the same firestorm experienced by every other star in the heavens. And so, once again, in reality, it is so ordinary as to be almost meaningless.

But look how the power of its experience is so strong that, from a distance we could never walk in our entire life, it still burns us with its inner fire. It colors the sky, it makes life.

So common, you know, every planet has one.

But its fire is alive with reality - and is not to be ignored.

As are we.

And that is why I write."

Does that make any sense?
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What it was about

I am playing Coldplay right now. Also some Elliott Smith.

Back when I started, they, along with the wine, were among the factors that fueled my memories of the past, which became writing.

Back when I started, they, along with the wine, and the writing, made me relive all those old explosive endless pangs of aching love-if-only-you-wanted-it-from-me, as if I was still living in the aftermath of the destroyed friendships and loves that didn't want me.

That first love in college – that really was me crying in the hallway – and I know the camera was there watching me cry, pulling away into the cold Cleveland sky. "Fix You" really was playing, though I couldn't hear it over the grief-driven blood in my ears.


That possible love that came and went in a flash – it was a moment that was meant for film and, yes, "Sparks" played at that moment, no matter that it hadn't been written yet.


That friendship I destroyed, both a love-not-meant-to-be and a friend abused… Throughout this three part story (one, two, three) Elliott Smith was singing, though he was decades away from taking his own life. Not about the same exact things, I know. But the mood was the same.


Do you know, that when I wrote about this friend, I hoped – I really wanted this to happen – that he would accidentally stumble on it by some random web accident and, slowly but surely, realize I was talking about him. Yes, with some of it altered, to make him hard to identify, but enough that he'd know it was him. I wanted him to hear my long road to an apology.

Sadly, that never happened.

I was deeply sad when I wrote those stories.

I am also actually proud of those stories, and others of a similar type.
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Losing the way

I had a purpose, of sorts. It was a road of discovery for me. Both of the world without and within.
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And then everything I thought was stable in my world collapsed.

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And I was alone.

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Though… I wasn't alone.

Many of you were there for me (again, all recounted here).

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And the gratefulness for that cannot be expressed in words. Just accept that I am in debt to you.

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There was a purpose here – I willed that purpose to be.
I made a choice that I would do this thing.
I would discover myself remembering the past with brutal honesty (I hope) and learn.

But then that new history – a live, streaming history – began.

And I lost my way.

Everything went awry and I had no goal, no path, no guideposts.

And soon, I had little reason to write.

Music didn't sing to me.

Wine didn't invoke reality from the ashes of my life.

I had made choices, some out of collegiality, some out of paranoia, that there would be opinions I would keep to myself. So, these points of passion, until very recently, were not discussed here.

Other discussions of passion, out of respect for I-have-a-job-that-wouldn't-appreciate-sex-talk, I curbed early on.

And then there was little left.

And it shows.

And I don't like that.
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Changes

There are changes coming in my real life – at least I am planning these changes. I am frustrated with a clear path to my plans coming to fruition. Or even making a clear plan.

But they will happen – I intend it.

And, while knowing full well that it is no guarantee of a happier outcome, it will serve as a new start.
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But as it stands, my purpose here - in blogland - is faded. I have forgotten how to explore the inner fire of my life and I have prohibited myself from extolling the beliefs that make me who I am.

So why write?

I guess I'm looking for more than just writing about stuff and things. I need to do something to remove my self-imposed restrictions. But here, in this place I've set up, I can't seem to do it.

Do I just keep filling in the spaces each day until I find what I've lost?

Or do I start over, try it again?

Or just stop?
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They say that a ring does not have an end.

But it does.

The moment when your end up where you started.
And you look back on where you have been.
And you decide whether or not you like the path you have carved for yourself.

If you do, you continue again in, one hopes, happiness and contentment.
If you do not, you can choose to move in another direction from the common start point.

The old ring will always be there, but your back will be turned to it as you walk away. And halfway around, you will turn to look back at the old first from a distance, getting an idea if your new path is preferable.
Then at the end of this circle, the original start of both paths, you will once again have a chance to assess the relative merits of the old and the new.
And the decision is yours to make again.

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Reset

When I moved out of John's house (the ripped-my-heart-out ex), I realized I needed a PS2 so I could pass the time playing games. It makes me momentarily happy, so sue me.

Every game system has an on/off button and a reset button. When you've just had enough and don't want to be massacred any more, you hit the off switch and walk away.

But, often things are actually going well in the game, but then you start really fucking up and it's no good any more – but you don't want to walk away, you want to try again. The things that worked, you do those again, but the things that went wrong? Well, you try something different. Maybe this time you'll meet a better end.

That's what "reset" is for. The game box flicks off… and then flicks on – new beginning.

The "reset" button on the PS2 is actually a combination button – it's both a "reset" and an "on/off" switch. If it's on and you press the button for just a moment, it resets. But if you hold it down for a few moments more, that is the signal to turn off.

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And right now, on this anniversary date, I am going to push the combo on/off/reset button on this blog.

My aim is to start again – in a new place – not to go away, but just to start fresh and not feel compelled to do anything but what I wish to do.

In fact, a good portion of those who have stopped blogging recently just couldn't keep away long enough to last a whole week before starting a new blog.

In my mood of late, I'm not sure if I'm ready to start again. But I'm hoping to do so.

I have to see how I feel in the moment of reset, when all goes silent.

And in that moment I will know how long I will hold down the combo button.

Which I am pressing now.

An explanation?

Well...

A post-election comment from Rush:

But the way I feel is this: I feel liberated, and I'm just going to tell you as plainly as I can why. I no longer am going to have to carry the water for people who I don't think deserve having their water carried.

[snip]

But there have been a bunch of things going on in Congress, some of this legislation coming out of there that I have just cringed at, and it has been difficult coming in here, trying to make the case for it when the people who are supposedly in favor of it can't even make the case themselves -- and to have to come in here and try to do their jobs.

I'm a radio guy. I understand what this program has become in America and I understand the leadership position it has. I was doing what I thought best...

So, he'd madly support any action coming through Congress (and, presumably, also the White House) because it was his team - even if he hated what he saw?

Well, that explains a whole heck of a lot.

Grabbing the Flag

Two posts in a day. Sheesh...

It’ll be hours before I know the outcome of this election, but a recent post of Chad Fox’s got my juices flowing.

I didn’t have it crystallize in my head until I read those words, but it’s something I have long thought.

Read Chad’s post here, and specifically his comment here.

...those "marginalized" groups need to quit being helpless, grab that fucking flag and make it their own. I'm a member of several marginalized groups, actually...and instead of lying down and being a victim, I grabbed that flag because after all, it's an American flag and I'm an American, and made it MINE.

Now, this is no way is meant to minimize inexcusable treatment of any group. Not even a little bit. In fact, I'd say that response - not disowning the nation for it's faults but, rather, grabbing the torch and making it better - is the best type of redress I can think of, at least in the long term.

Yes! Every citizen of every stripe should - claim - that - flag.

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I'm not stupid and I know there have been unworthy things done by us as a nation, and so the flag can be a reminder to those who were abused. However, we've also done some amazing and enlightened things in our 230 year experiment.

We are... imperfect and flawed, to be unbelievably understated about it. But this is just reiterating that that we are human, for very good and for very bad.

But there is still - yes, I actually still believe this - a collective desire to be a great people. And by great, I don't mean all-powerful and abusive - I mean admired, respected, trusted, a home of innovation, liberty, and enlightenment - with strength being used as a sword and shield, not as a hammer.
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So - back to the flag...

It's all of ours, right? Not just a few special superpatriot wannabes, right?

If I didn't love this country, I would have seriously thought about that "move to Canada" crap. (No offense to Canada ;) But I DO love it - so much so that it's worth my fighting for.

My country, right or wrong; if right, to be kept right; and if wrong, to be set right.

People don't even know the second half of this very important and abused quote. Too bad, since - in it's complete form - it's the most obvious and responsible approach I can think of. Using just the first half of it is the surest way to catastrophe, imo.

People have let one side "steal" the flag and pervert it to mean what they would like it to mean instead of what it was meant to represent and has grown to represent to me: Unity, strength, growth, trials of the body from without, trials of the soul from within, great accomplishments, grave mistakes, anger, division, reconciliation, self-redemption, growth, strength, unity.

Well, that's kinda how I see it.

Others view it as symbolizing "My way or the highway".

I disagree - but again, that's me.

I don't plaster my ass daily with US-Flag-pants, and I don't walk in every single day with a big-ass flag T-shirt. Why? IMO, that just turns a flag into a pointless accessory - or worse, a taunt - instead of the critical symbol of our nationhood.

I tell you, when I personally pull out the flag, at times of ceremony or times of national trials, you will know I don't do it as some asshole-ish "I'm a patriot and you're not!" thing ---

You will know I do it because I mean it.

To me, by displaying that symbol, I demand that we live up to our greatest ideals in spite of our transgressions - that we learn from them and rise above them, always improving, always aiming high.
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With all that, symbols are still just symbols. But they stand for something.

Our flag is a symbol that stands for us.

All of us.

Personal traits, personal faiths, personal walks of life, born here, born abroad, ancestors arrived by choice, ancestors arrived under duress, ancestors here from the beginning - if you have the mantle of citizenship today, that flag is ours – for every one of us.

That flag was used to wrong you? Wave it while making things right.
That flag was used to hurt people? Wear it while you heal others.
That flag was used to stir hate and rage? Use it to bring inspiration and understanding.
That flag was used to repress ideas and ideals? Have it fly while you encourage innovation and worthy purpose.

If right to defend it, if wrong to correct it.

Like Chad said – grab it and make it your own!

What do you think I'm going to say?

Duh...



If you don't know your polling place, wherever you are in the nation - Find it here.

If you live in Maine, Minnesota, Idaho, New Hampshire, Wisconsin and Wyoming, you can register for the vote at the last minute - at the polls. North Dakota doesn't require registration at all, but does require an ID.

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(UPDATE)
Prevented from voting? Sent to the wrong poll location? Votes magically changed?

First: If you are a citizen and registered to vote you have a right to vote - PERIOD. At the worst - the WORST - you can demand a provisional ballot.

Then - make a call...

National Hotlines (your choice):

1-866-OUR VOTE (1-866-687-8683) National Campaign for Fair Elections
1-888-SAV-VOTE (1-888-728-8683) Verified Voting Foundation (for voting machine problems)
1-888-DEMVOTE (1-888-336-8683) (DNC hotline)
(Someone have a number for an RNC voter protection hotline?)

Election incident clearinghouses:

ProtectOurVotes.org
Election Protection 365
Video The Vote
VeektheVote (cellphone video reports)

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Finally, General poll closing times (Put together by Swing State Project.)
(Alaska time = one hour earlier than Pacific)
(Hawaii time = two hours earlier than Pacific)

State	Eastern	Central	Mountain	Pacific
Indiana (Eastern)	6:00 PM	5:00 PM	4:00 PM	3:00 PM
Kentucky (Eastern)	6:00 PM	5:00 PM	4:00 PM	3:00 PM
Florida (Peninsula)	7:00 PM	6:00 PM	5:00 PM	4:00 PM
Georgia	7:00 PM	6:00 PM	5:00 PM	4:00 PM
Indiana (Western)	7:00 PM	6:00 PM	5:00 PM	4:00 PM
Kentucky (Western)	7:00 PM	6:00 PM	5:00 PM	4:00 PM
New Hampshire (Townships)	7:00 PM	6:00 PM	5:00 PM	4:00 PM
South Carolina	7:00 PM	6:00 PM	5:00 PM	4:00 PM
Vermont	7:00 PM	6:00 PM	5:00 PM	4:00 PM
Virginia	7:00 PM	6:00 PM	5:00 PM	4:00 PM
North Carolina (Standard)	7:30 PM	6:30 PM	5:30 PM	4:30 PM
Ohio	7:30 PM	6:30 PM	5:30 PM	4:30 PM
West Virginia	7:30 PM	6:30 PM	5:30 PM	4:30 PM
Alabama	8:00 PM	7:00 PM	6:00 PM	5:00 PM
Connecticut	8:00 PM	7:00 PM	6:00 PM	5:00 PM
Delaware	8:00 PM	7:00 PM	6:00 PM	5:00 PM
Florida (Panhandle)	8:00 PM	7:00 PM	6:00 PM	5:00 PM
Illinois	8:00 PM	7:00 PM	6:00 PM	5:00 PM
Kansas	8:00 PM	7:00 PM	6:00 PM	5:00 PM
Maine	8:00 PM	7:00 PM	6:00 PM	5:00 PM
Maryland	8:00 PM	7:00 PM	6:00 PM	5:00 PM
Massachusetts	8:00 PM	7:00 PM	6:00 PM	5:00 PM
Michigan (Most of state)	8:00 PM	7:00 PM	6:00 PM	5:00 PM
Mississippi	8:00 PM	7:00 PM	6:00 PM	5:00 PM
Missouri	8:00 PM	7:00 PM	6:00 PM	5:00 PM
New Hampshire (Cities)	8:00 PM	7:00 PM	6:00 PM	5:00 PM
New Jersey	8:00 PM	7:00 PM	6:00 PM	5:00 PM
Oklahoma	8:00 PM	7:00 PM	6:00 PM	5:00 PM
Pennsylvania	8:00 PM	7:00 PM	6:00 PM	5:00 PM
South Dakota (Eastern)	8:00 PM	7:00 PM	6:00 PM	5:00 PM
Tennessee	8:00 PM	7:00 PM	6:00 PM	5:00 PM
Texas (Eastern)	8:00 PM	7:00 PM	6:00 PM	5:00 PM
Arkansas	8:30 PM	7:30 PM	6:30 PM	5:30 PM
North Carolina (Optional)	8:30 PM	7:30 PM	6:30 PM	5:30 PM
Arizona	9:00 PM	8:00 PM	7:00 PM	6:00 PM
Colorado	9:00 PM	8:00 PM	7:00 PM	6:00 PM
Louisiana	9:00 PM	8:00 PM	7:00 PM	6:00 PM
Michigan (Western U.P.)	9:00 PM	8:00 PM	7:00 PM	6:00 PM
Minnesota	9:00 PM	8:00 PM	7:00 PM	6:00 PM
Nebraska	9:00 PM	8:00 PM	7:00 PM	6:00 PM
New Mexico	9:00 PM	8:00 PM	7:00 PM	6:00 PM
New York	9:00 PM	8:00 PM	7:00 PM	6:00 PM
Rhode Island	9:00 PM	8:00 PM	7:00 PM	6:00 PM
South Dakota (Western)	9:00 PM	8:00 PM	7:00 PM	6:00 PM
Texas (Western)	9:00 PM	8:00 PM	7:00 PM	6:00 PM
Wisconsin	9:00 PM	8:00 PM	7:00 PM	6:00 PM
Wyoming	9:00 PM	8:00 PM	7:00 PM	6:00 PM
Idaho (Southern)	10:00 PM	9:00 PM	8:00 PM	7:00 PM
Iowa	10:00 PM	9:00 PM	8:00 PM	7:00 PM
Montana	10:00 PM	9:00 PM	8:00 PM	7:00 PM
Nevada	10:00 PM	9:00 PM	8:00 PM	7:00 PM
North Dakota (Eastern)	10:00 PM	9:00 PM	8:00 PM	7:00 PM
Oregon (Western)	10:00 PM	9:00 PM	8:00 PM	7:00 PM
Utah	10:00 PM	9:00 PM	8:00 PM	7:00 PM
California	11:00 PM	10:00 PM	9:00 PM	8:00 PM
Hawaii	11:00 PM	10:00 PM	9:00 PM	8:00 PM
Idaho (Panhandle)	11:00 PM	10:00 PM	9:00 PM	8:00 PM
North Dakota (Western)	11:00 PM	10:00 PM	9:00 PM	8:00 PM
Oregon (Eastern)	11:00 PM	10:00 PM	9:00 PM	8:00 PM
Washington	11:00 PM	10:00 PM	9:00 PM	8:00 PM
Alaska (Mainland)	12:00 AM	11:00 PM	10:00 PM	9:00 PM
Alaska (Western Aleutians)	1:00 AM	12:00 AM	11:00 PM	10:00 PM

Music without expectation

Just a hint of how my music collection grows.

It grows in fits and starts.

And it usually grows by accident.

I hear something...

If I don't like it, I don't.

If I like it, I remember.

And sometimes I grab on.

Sometimes it's only for a song or two (um... "Safety Dance"? OK, I was 13, cut me some slack!), sometimes for an entire career (Elliott Smith)

Rey (Donuts in Heaven) has been valiantly trying to suggest bands that might fit my "type" of music. Some have been hits with me, some near misses, though no duds yet, I think.

But I think I just have to accept that I will acquire my new music interests by chance and casual collisions rather than by a systematic pursuit of a particular style.

I think that's probably one of the reasons I'm always saying things like, with sincere confusion, "Who's Madonna?" There's songs of hers that I've heard, and liked, and it's taken me months to realize that it's Madonna.

I'm a very dense and clueless gay.

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Anyway, this is the most recent example of random affinity.
Stumbling around on the web, a page opened up with a video I'd never heard of but which, upon watching it, I loved visually and musically. I also happen to like the voice of the singer/producer/etc., N.T. Bullock.

It's funny, I had no idea I'd seen some of his productions before - but they were in such a different vein - comic productions, not songs. Bullock's iFilm site and personal production site showcase his quirky offerings.

It seems as if he and his partners are a self-produced and self-promoted group. It still amazes me that it is possible today to independently - basically at home - produce things of quality (see the first video below) that far outstrip some of the crap the music industry put out for years (see the aforementioned "Safety Dance").

First the video that caught my eye. The song has a slightly chilling tone that is accentuated by the animation. (OK, I'm not a music reviewer - that's Rey's gig.)

Death By Luxury


And then there's this...

After the Math

(If I had heard this song back in September 2005, I know I would have cried.)

It's production like this, which I'm thinking was created with relatively modest means, which makes me upset that I didn't express my creativity through music when I was younger.

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Now, to be honest, three additional things are influencing my judgment:

1) He's very cute (go check his videoblogs at his production site - and no, I doubt he's gay... Hey, I can still compliment him, right?)

2) I love his voice, both musical and - especially - speaking. Mmmmmm... semi-deep and I looove his Southern accent (he's from Mississippi)! Now, he may not be gay, but lemme tell you, if some guy out there's got that kind of accent, you've got a leg up with me - or whatever.

3) He's got an all-over-the-place type of creativity... I mean compare these humor pieces, also from him:

Di-Fi: The Weblegend of Foolie Ghoulie

(BTW, Bullock is the guy in the blond wig)

I Blame the Apple


And an quirky Star Wars parody trailer, which actually got a lot of play in the Star Wars geek community (meaning, of course, that to which I belong).


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Anyway, the point of this was to show you a little of how randomly my musical affinities can be formed. And also that I'll jump from music to comedy. Then the next day, I'll pop in some Nine Inch Nails or Mahler or Scissor Sisters or Franz Ferdinand or whatever. And the next day I'll play some movie soundtrack. And then watch endless reruns of Family Guy.

The instantaneousness of the web, aided by randomness tools like Stumbleupon and Digg, makes it much more likely these days that I will continue to absorb new sounds and sights in a non-linear fashion.

And I guess I like it that way.

The hollow depths of an empty body

(BUMPED POST: Because everything after this was mainly rambling... I'll be back to non-incendiary crap shortly)

So here’s an ad for a Senate Candidate in Missouri where Michael J Fox is offering his support.



Mr. Fox, as many people might know, has Parkinson’s disease. Pretty advanced, too.

Parkinson's, at the minimum, causes debilitating involuntary tremors, and at it's worst can seize up all the muscles in your body - pretty much putting an end to anything resembling a functional life.

Politics aside, is it any surprise what his views are on this matter?

I wouldn't think it would be.

He’s been campaigning for breakthroughs in Parkinson’s research as strongly as the late Christopher Reeve did for neural regenerative therapies.

You don’t like the candidate he’s supporting, fine.
One could criticize him for that.

But, of course, you wouldn’t go and insult the man, claim he’s faking his symptoms or making it look intentionally more severe than it is, just so you could score some political point.

Right?

Well, apparently that's all that some people have left.



So, Mr. Limbaugh, Michael J Fox is acting? His symptoms are just a big fake?

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May God grant, sir, that you never suffer from any such illness, for the absence of compassion you will receive will strike like a blow.

But you won’t notice, since you, apparently, have no soul.
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For what it’s worth, sir, I know very well what I’m seeing in this ad.
I know it VERY WELL.

I’ve seen it, in it's early stages, expressed from my own mother's body - my own mother, who has been coping with this illness for eight years.

And seeing the advanced stages in Mr. Fox scares me greatly, on a very personal level.

And you’re saying it’s an ACT?

Or at best he was “off his meds” and somehow lying to play a cheap political stunt?

That may be the normal way of doing your job, but I am pretty sure you are, with all due respect, full of crap.

I can educate you to exactly what you’re seeing.

But, in my personal estimation, you are not worth spending time with, since you are not much more than a walking zombie.

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For those that actually DO want to know: Fox is significantly advanced in the disease. In his case, his body just seizes up... without any drug treatment, he would be practically stone still – he wouldn’t be able to walk or even talk.

With the drug L-Dopa (also called Levodopa, and one of the ingredients in Sinemet), these symptoms are dramatically reduced.

However, one of the most common side effects of L-Dopa is this swaying movement, called dyskinesia. As defined here:

Dyskinesia can take many forms, most often uncontrolled flailing of the arms and legs or chorea, rapid and repetitive motions that can affect the limbs, face, tongue, mouth, and neck. Dyskinesia is not painful, but it is very distressing.

In simple terms, the more severe the Parkinson’s, the more L-Dopa you must take to remain a functional human being. The more L-Dopa you take, the more you sway.

Mr. Fox has a choice. Either sway dramatically, or become nearly paralyzed.

So, no, sir, he was not “off his meds” nor was he “acting”.

He was surviving as best one can with this disease and we can see the cost of that survival in his motions.

And you, sir, spat in Mr. Fox’s face, and in the face of my mother, and in the faces of 60,000 Americans who, just this year, will be diagnosed with Parkinsons, and the 1.5 million Americans that are already are suffering with it.

Of course, we know you don’t care about the rest of the world.
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Somewhere on some remote, desolate, and forgotten island, deep in a cave there is, huddled in a dank, dark corner, a small shadow, whimpering and crying, lost and afraid, having no memory of where it once lived.

It is a soul that was once named "Rush". It doesn’t remember the name, and if it was reminded of that name it would only weep more and beg for oblivion.

But that is what happens when you torture your soul, you know.

It doesn’t die.

It hides, it forgets.

It withers and rots.


I feel sorry for that soul.

It deserved better than you.

Michael J Fox Speaks

Not long after posting the second of my ranty posts (First one, Second one), finally, at long last, Michael J Fox is allowed to speak.

Watch this interview from last night (Thursday) with Michael J. Fox interviewed by Katie Couric.

He hits on every topic really well.

Right at the start, he confirms the points I laid out two posts back. But it goes further and he is clear and to the point.

Just Watch It. Please.



You can see the full 23 minute interview (only 7 minutes was aired) either here (on the page sidebar) or here (in Realplayer format). I actually really recommend watching the full interview.

(If the full version ever gets on Youtube or something similar, I'll embed it here).

One of the things he points out in the extended cut is something people have forgotten. He stumped in ads for Arlen Specter (R-PA) in 2004.

But since Specter had an "R", Limbaugh and the like apparently thought it was all sincere. Weird how a letter can change reality with some people.

I hope I can get off this now.

I think MJ Fox put the whole bunch of bullshit to rest.

As long as people watch - and give a crap.

UPDATE: Wow. I hadn't seen this. Good coverage of how off-base Limbaugh is here:



(Update) And finally, an interview from this Sunday: