This weekend we are going to be partying with the rat pack says father Wracks.  The Kool are going to take you on yacht vacation.   We will see you when we get back.   Have a good time in Vegas says the Wracks. 

The Kool live in an exclusive housing tract up on the hill, at the top, with a good view, and their modest four-bedroom house with swimming pool and all the windows showcased with steel bars highlight the big front door built like a hatch on a submarine.   The Wracks is happy to be here because his mother thinks that Kool will make a good friend and partner because of their socioeconomic status.   Mulo is a contractor, he builds all the streets and bridges and big stuff contracted by the city.   He is a rooter at the prestigious university down town in the city of angels.   He has just bought a Columbia forty-three foot sail boat and wants to sail to Catalina. The sails are new, all nylon with a shiny look, guaranteed to last at least a year on the high seas. The winches on which the sails lash are bronze because this metal corrodes least in the salty air. At sea, in the sun, even stainless steel corrodes and ships and yachts eventually become rust buckets covered in lead paint. 

Be sure to have a spare battery that you keep at home says Mulo.   Salt air destroys everything eventually, and if you are becalmed on the open ocean without power, the current eventually takes you to south America.  Before a person sails, test the electronics on board because even the best radio transmitters only last two years before they have to be replaced.  Bring a new can of carburetor cleaner, because if a gasoline engine fouls due to the salt water, it must be disassembled and cleaned before it works again.   I am in the process of installing a diesel engine on board as a replacement.   Diesel engines do not foul and are more reliable in a salt water environment.   Pump the bilge before a sailor sets out because all boats leak and too much water in the bilge will capsize the boat in a heavy tach.   Let’s go.

The Columbia drafts at a slip on the far end of the marina.  A berth at the far end is the most expensive and desirable because it is easy to leave and arrive and a small berth inside of the marina might cause damage to the hull when the yacht arrives.   Boats have no brakes and are hard to stop once they are in motion.  The Kool family sets out with the Wracks, Kool, and the petit brown-haired daughter in fancy designer clothes all prepared for a family outing.   We are all on deck and once motored out of the marina, the shiny new nylon goes up with stainless steel cable running inside of the mast that must be replaced periodically or they will snap with the heavy stress induced by the wind.  Today is a perfect summer day around Independence and the air is a balmy seventy degrees at sea and the wind blows 5-10 miles an hour, perfect for sailing and Mulo throws Wracks the sail rope and he winches it and they set out on a new tack.   They are young and beautiful and opulent and the ship sails forward at an inclined angle and they are off to Catalina Island.  At fifteen knots, the journey to the island takes about three hours.   They and other boats are to dock at Doctor’s cove on the windward side of the island, have a party, stay the night and then sail home.   Doctor’s cove is a dent on the far side of the island, somewhat protected from the wind where all sailors choose to land and a harbor has been built there with mooring for boats under one hundred feet in length.    Once a lanyard attaches the ship to a cleat on the mooring, the party have a lunch of chips, a can of Coke and a shard of beef jerky, a usual sailor feasts.  Kool junior challenges the Wracks to a swim race across the harbor.  The water here is deep, offshore, not like the mainland, and the two swim like a man possessed in the deep water so the huge sharks that lurk offshore don’t take them.   Kool wins and hoists himself up on the wharf, the Wracks follows and they go to explore the campground set in a strange, secluded place away from the scrutinizing eyes of the law.   Small benches abound onshore around a huge fire pit and a pit lavatory stuck in the dirt and painted light blue. 

It is night time and at least five other yachts arrive under cover of the dark.   It is time to gather around the campfire, drink, sing songs and be social with one another.   One of the sailors pass a parcel to Mulo.   The parcel is about one foot long by one half foot wide.  Sewn over the parcel, professionally is a cloth coat in green.  Mulo accepts the parcel with a smile.  As night draws to a close and the campfire slowly burns out, everyone exits to their boats, the kids wave goodbye, and the Wracks goes to sleep in his sleeping bag on deck.  Mulo, with the parcel, places it in a metal housing torpedo canister with a nylon rope line attached to a ring on the nose and tosses it starboard off the back side of the boat.  The stars in the summer, in the northern hemisphere, sparkle and glimmer and glow.  Sleep, so ubiquitous, so Dearing, so forgiving overtakes a young sailor in the dawn of an age during the great darkness.  

In the morning, with the sun slowly coming up, the Wracks arises and pees off the side of the boat which is a fashion among boaters, the girls use a privy or wade into the water to go.   Breakfast being a fruit rollup and a grape soda, the adults cluster in a group and talk and the children play, the day moves on and it is time to go.  With the wind prevailing in a westerly direction, the return should be fast, about two or maybe two and a half hours.   Anchors aweigh and with the carburetor cleaner sprayed in the intake of the engine, the boats slowly disengage from the Doctors Cove and begin the return to the mainland.  With the white and red and green sails up, and the line winched the boat accelerates eastward to the coast.   A new swell happens and a three-foot chop make the ship arise and fall as a light wind pushes the sailors back home.

Mulo and Kool junior play backgammon in the forward cabin and the wracks gets to steer, in an easterly direction, making certain the direction makes the sails stay full.   Soon enough they enter the entrance to the Marina and Mulo starts the cruise engine to bring the ship safely past the breakwater to the slips at a predesignated speed set by the coast guard.   Late afternoon slides in, and the sun begins to set in a beautiful and enticing way and the yacht moor again in the most forward slip.   Wracks set the cushions out, jumps off the ship, Kool junior throws the line to him and he secures it. Mulo opens the engine hatch and takes out the battery, puts it in a case and brings it with him up into the marina.

Don’t forget to always have a new battery, on the ocean your life depends on it, says Mulo.

The sun sets, obscurity moves in, the sailors walk to the parking lot and enter a gold jaguar xke with a six-cylinder engine and the Wracks gets to sit in the back with Kool Juniors sister.  Out of the corner of his eye, and it gets his attention, two people move to the far slip and fish the torpedo like canister out of the ocean behind the boat, cut the line, and put it in a knapsack they toss over their back.   They move under cover of the dark, and they are white and have blond hair.   They walk down the passway, ascend the gang plank, move to the marina club building and then they are gone.

A Jaguar xke is a fast car.   Kool Junior stole it one day from his mother and he and the Wracks got it to go 110 up a hill.   The Wracks thought he would see his maker that day and the surf was flat and there was nothing else to do.  The Kool drop the Wracks off at his house on Bacon way and wave goodbye.  The Wracks is happy because his parents are back from Vegas.   The house across the street seems vacant and the woman there occasionally comes out.  The garage door opens; she drives away and then the door closes.   A long time ago, somewhere, perhaps, this all happens, and it happens every year, and the Wracks is old now and lives to tell the tale of life in the fast lane. 

No one talks about government.  Are they too scared?  Are they uneducated and accept what they are given?   Let us peruse forms of government in a nutshell however inadequate it may be.

The first arising and primary form of government is Monarchy or Elitist matrix.   A king or queen has a family a line of succession, and a bunch of loyal friends who form the elite.  The advantages of a Monarchy are:

Line of succession

              Everyone knows who will be king or at least next in line, there exists no guesswork

Military line of command

              Once a king makes a move, things happen fast.   There is no quibbling and what must get done, gets done or heads start to roll

Historical relevance

              Monarchies have been around quite a long time, from the pharaohs to the Greeks upward up to now.  They seem to work and work well.

The downsides of monarchies are:

The elite tribe becomes innumerable.

              The relatives of the monarchy family multiply rapidly because they don’t have to work.  They sit around and rule and fornicate. 

The royal line becomes tyrannical weaklings

              All the wealthy criminals, and the wealthy families with inborn errors of metabolism move in propinquity to marry into the royal line, and the royal line inbreeds and becomes weak, corrupt and evil.  The weak rulers are easy to punch out because of the horrendous breeding and inbreeding, so they decree all violence a felony to protect themselves. If the people insist upon a monarchy, they must have a strict and stringent breeding policy.

The people

              As the world multiplies, the people resent the taxation and support of the numerous royals.  If one remembers, the king’s fifth or twenty percent commission is tagged on every transaction that occurs in the realm.   The people eventually notice the elite live in decadent luxury and the poor live in apartments with high rents.  Then there occur a revolution and the monarchy ends

Communism

The most beautiful concept of Trotsky, Marx and Lenin plain and simple does not work with human beings.   Everyone is employed each according to his gifts and aptitude and the people share the bounty and the deficit of a homogenous united people.   This altruistic concept slowly becomes criminal.  The only people allowed to work have communist party cards and all communists must marry inside the party.  Inbreeding occurs and all members eventually become blonder and blonder until the communist rule becomes a monarchy and the regime falls into the cyclic cryptic epoch.   The communist party becomes elitist with all its gifts and failings.  The only people to make communism work are the Chinese.

What are we the outcasts of western civilization who united with the American Indian become a great nation.   We run a democracy.

Democracy

A democracy is literally the rule of the people.   Everyone who educates themselves, works hard, has a family, has the chance to be president if they play their cards right.   Like the magna carta, a democracy splits into three parts, the people, the financiers and the executive class.

The people

It is us, the ones who fight for our country and build the sewers who own the country.   The executives cannot start a war without the consent of the people because it is us the working class who are blown to bits on the front line and die for our country.  No one else. 

The financiers and judges

These elected officials are well educated and inclined to steer the economy and most importantly, stop the executive class from going haywire.  A president cannot declare war unless the people demand it and the judicial class deems it feasible.  With the people’s consent, the speaker of the house has the right to place the president under arrest until judged by the supreme court!  

The executive class

The best job in the country, the presidency is awarded to elected officials who demonstrate exceptional aptitude and excellent leadership qualities AND demonstrate a will to help and benefit the electorate.  The president chooses what financial tact to take and like a great manager and supervisor, hires special people to enforce his or her whims.   A good president can make or break a nation by his actions.  A president is commander and chief of the armed forces and can set the violence of the nation and the dogs of war on anyone for a period of 90 days.  Then the people get their say.   The checks and balances of the trifecta democratic system establish a union that functions adequately.

Deficits of a Democracy

Wasteful

A whole bunch of people must be hired, housed, and fed to make the machine work.  Democracy is not a single throne room with a round table.   It is a lot of educated electorates arguing and hopefully constructing a business unit that functions in the green. 

Slow

One thing psychologist notice about people is that they do not agree.  The representatives and senators argue and carry on and eventually vote to get something done and this takes a lot of time.   A democracy is not a throne with the king raising his scepter and declaring an act law.  

If the country is being attacked by an aggressor, this slowness can prove to be a lethal disadvantage.

Inefficient

The three separate branches of argue constantly and ultimately sometimes, action requires an act of marriage or a payoff and this is us a democracy.  

Psychotic

People do crazy things.  Who is the singer who sang, “God is great, beer is good and people are crazy”.    We the people, in times of distress, fall back on the good book and yell “Under God we trust” Our lord, the French and the Indians lived for two hundred years in harmony before they came.    When did we cease to demand that the national anthem being spoken as a prayer before public schooling?   Who are the people who omitted the maker and his teachings from our civilization when it was, he alone that started it.  

THE DEMOCRATIC SYSTEM IS THE WORST SYSTEM OF GOVERNMENT, BUT IT IS THE ONLY ONE THAT IS FAIR TO ALL PEOPLE

Everyone can be someone and make a difference, no matter race or creed if he or she is willing to work hard and educate themselves.   Anyone in the United States can achieve adulthood and earn an AS degree from a community college for a paltry sum.   The boys can go surfing, or shoot guns and our beautiful women can prance about in bikinis.  All nations under God, indivisible, produce extremely beautiful women.   If a traveler goes to a place with ugly women, they are in a place of unholiness and despair.   We the people must be doing something right and the author must be mindful, that no one can argue with success.  If someone, extravagantly educated has a better way or plan, everyone wants to hear about it.  To err is human, and godliness divine.   Mao.

A democracy is the only fair system of governance defined.

With a two trillion deficit looming and half the world living off the treasury of the United States, the New President wants to eliminate debt and stimulate industry in the continental forty.   The former president saw it fit to double the cost of food to minimize the outgo and stimulate the income.  What is the right tact to take?  Do we need tariffs?

A tariff is an additional sum attached to imported goods to bring more money to the government.  Ostentatiously, a tariff decreases purchase of the import item to stimulate intrinsic industries in the country.   Maybe a tariff is not the answer to budget deficit, all great nations are destroyed from within, like the Roman Empire.  The concept of outsourcing, to generate the most net income on the corporate income statement, which of course stimulates the stock market, is the ultimate destruction of heavy industry in the environs and it starves the people of the country who have no jobs.   Outsourcing on paper is fantastic, greater profit, helping other nations, a more bounteous product supply in supply demand, and the economic indices look good.   What outsourcing really does is augment the money supply of the wealthy.  Foreign countries use slave labor and sweat shops to produce products, the people in these countries do not have unions, or social security for that matter and cheap products flood the industrialized nations that formed them.   All the net income from these ventures realized by foreign countries goes to wealthy war lords who once they have raped their own people, buy houses in Bel Air California, or San Diego, or San Francisco, and move their families there to become United States Citizens.  Furthermore, the continuous supply of container ships flooding our country with foreign goods also bring a plethora of contraband, which the wealthy sell privately at their own discretion.  In addition, the altruistic politicians who promote outsourcing and a global economy receive kickbacks and graft from the warlords who have helped them destroy the economic climate of the United States.  It becomes quite easy to catch these patriotic, virtuous people.  Bank accounts in foreign countries or banana republics swell with cash from the corruption and are ripe for the plucking.   AYE MATEY.  It must be time to parlay, says Morgan the pirate.    

The United States Navy have the odious duty of keeping the peace in the world for nothing.  It is time an intrepid president have them board container ships, ask for a manifest and hunt for contraband.   According to the law of the seven seas, all contraband becomes property of the nation that patrols its waters and this is federal, not amenable to a stately civil suit.   Avast, awash and adrift all sailors who refuse to obey pirate law.   Our navy which exists to serve and protect will now bolster our economy by seizing illegal cargo and adding it to the nation’s coffers. All foreign bank accounts will pay an end user tax on all deposits leaving foreign nations and entering the United States.   If the offshore accounts fail to accommodate, they will be seized digitally online, by VPN by happy elves who serve their country in an FBI paycheck.   It is all computer now and future presidents must be savvy in the ways intelligent computer scientists can equalize a situation out-of-hand. 

The people who work an hourly job and maintain the infrastructure of our country deserve a break.  The people who die for our country in the jungle or in the trenches deserve a good life for their families and children.  This country is theirs, not the property of the 20 percent.    United States workers have unions, to make sure they receive a decent wage, other nations do not. United States workers pay SSI and income tax on their hourly wage and provide the majority of the TAX BASE that feeds the economy, other nations do not.   United States workers need to be employed; to be paid so they can purchase the latest electronic gizmo.   United States workers want to send their children to college, so they too might become president.  American industry is great, good quality and industrious.  Heavy industries must be subsidized no matter the cash flow statement.  We are what we are because we made it so.  Just because someone is well educated does not mean they are religious, moral and righteous.   All Americans must remember what is written on our money to remind us, In God we trust, not atheists who run sweat shops in the jungle and perpetrate illicit things. 

Could it be this Democrat, once a stalwart republican, has seen God?   No!  Economic reality is a function of the integral of cash flow taken between two points of time.  It is all math and the numbers point to a virtuous America who think of themselves first for once in our lives.

MAKE AMERICA GREAT ONCE AGAIN.

Pirate all the foreign lackeys and take the booty for ourselves, our country and our faith. 

Fifteen men on a dead man’s chest, yo ho ho and a bottle of rum.

They tell me I have always been in

Partake of original sin

Don’t tell where you have ever been

Let it out

Let it in

Let it out

Wake up in a wonderful dream

Displayed in a picture magazine

She says she is part of a team

Let it out

Let it in

Let it out

All endeavor in human society are shades of grey.   Justice is black and white.   What does this mean and how does it fit in?  The administration employs judges to administer statutory and constitutional law.  Why does Justice need human beings?   In the computer era, statutory laws and their decree are bound in a book in black and white.   The constitution, which is nothing more than the Magna Carta of 1066 festooned and elaborated by intrepid colonists basically forced to emigrate from their mother country, is the substance etched in stone for all future generations, to follow.  Why not enter statutory law into the hard drive of a computer, a page can’t occupy more than 16kb of space.  Now storage is upwards of terabytes of electronic space.  After statutory law enters into hard drive 0, the constitution and the bill of rights enter into a second hard drive 1:  the storage can be mirrored into raid 0 or one, and AI can sentence offenders to the punishment they will receive for crossing Justice.  At time she is not so nice.   We will have a computer to judge human beings and kill them or take away their lives incarcerated.  No! No! No!

A computer is intrinsically evil and has no SOUL!

A judge has a soul.  He or she is a human being, Human beings have failings.  Personality is shades of grey.  Theoretically, a judge is a highly intelligent human being with rigorous ethical training whose job it is to administer justice for the benefit of the nation.  Judges have a law degree and sit on the bar.  Don’t waste your time to hurt a Judge, they are on our side.   Judges see that crime has:

 personal antecedents

                            Situational stresses

                            Social pressures

                            Racial predispositions

                            Intrinsic proportion

                            And more

A crime might be necessary for the betterment of the local people it affects.   The pope of the catholic church once told his followers that:  before you sentence a person to death, walk a mile in their shoes and you will understand.    At the final reckoning, Jesus and all the prophets will have the highlights of everyone’s life on a thumb drive and this will be displayed to all at the time of judgement. Then you will be judged Remember a file contains 16 Kb of information and a high-resolution picture 50 megabytes.   God can accrue unlimited storage.   In the end God will judge so do not be obsessed in a mortal life with Justice, she is not a groupie anyway, pass on the judgement and get on with life. 

Sometimes I don’t really see

Sail a ship on a westward lee

Together with a flagon of Mead

Let it out

Let it in

Let it out

The second amendment of the bill of rights states, “a well regulated Milita is necessary, and the right to bear firearms shall not be infringed”.   The reason for this right is because historically, criminals or political factions periodically try to seize land or power and turn then society into an elitist feudal system.   We the people, for our hard work deserve the privilege to protect ourselves and our families from intrusions by force.  What are reasonable and constitutional limitations on this right to enable our nation to function peacefully?

Gun aficionados decry all attempts to limit firearm ownership because the construction of firearms is one of the most profitable of businesses, and ammunition companies never go bankrupt.   No matter what anyone says, it is the pursuit of the good old American buck that drives commercial capitalism.   What can we the people do to limit extremists from disrupting our beautiful nation given to us by God to live in harmony with the rightful owners of the nation: the American Indian? 

No military hardware may be owned or possessed.

Civilians do not have the right to own weapons of destruction designed to kill humans in mass quantities.   Machine guns, assault rifles designed to shoot someone at 500 yards, flying bombs or artillery are special weapons designed for the people willing to fight for our nation and no one else.   Any warrior knows, that the possession of advanced weapons enables the user to a decisive advantage in armed conflict.   The police should be armed with assault rifles, rocket grenades, and any ordinance that gives them advantage over sophisticated criminals.   A platoon of well-trained marines with appropriate ordinance can command a city!  There exists very little defense against a criminal armed with an assault rifle with armor penetrating bullets.   These perpetrators need to be blasted to kingdom come.   A 50 caliber BMG rifle can reach out to amazing distances, and a criminal can shoot down police helicopters and commercial aircraft coming in for landing.  Why do they sell them?  It is the money.

All special weapons owned by collectors must pay a yearly fee to the government to possess them and all weapons characterized and placed in a database.  

Good old Yankee ingenuity enables people to modify civilian weapons for a variety of purposes,

Examples of these are:

Machine gun switches for Glock handguns

Long or drum magazines that fit into civilian weapons

Short barrels that enable capitalists to list their assault rifles as civilian handguns

Foldable or replaceable stocks that enable a machine gun to be classified as a rifle

Plastic weapons that enable the user to classify them as a toy.

These machinations are only main examples of what a devious human mind can come up with, this armchair warrior knows there are many more, many of which are not to be discussed in public. 

22 rimfire firearms

The 22 rimfire has taken over the world by storm.  The ammunition is extremely cheap to produce.   Fathers give their teenage sons a 22 rifle to play with.   Most firearm accidents are caused by negligent discharge of a 22 rimfire weapon by citizens under the age of 21.   A 22 rimfire bullet unless it hits a vital area only incapacitates and does not kill.   A person can be shot by a 22 long rifle cartridge in the lower part of the face and the bullet will only stick in the skull and cannot be removed by anything less than brain surgery.   If a person is struck by a 22 long rifle rimfire in the head and they wake up, they have a bullet in their head for the rest of their life.  A .17 Hornady bullet shot into the abdomen only produces intense pain because it goes through the body and if it misses the aorta, Surgeons want to do an exploratory laparotomy to search for the missile head.   This is a lose lose scenario.   The upper class regularly shoot the 80 percent to extract revenge and they get away with it.   A Ruger 10-22 rifle with a drum magazine and chambered in 22 magnum rimfire makes a dandy assault rifle and is accurate up to 300 yards, and all the upper class possess them if the state has declared assault rifles illegal.  Why does all this happen?   The 22 rimfire gun is extremely cheap to produce and the ammunition so economical, that even an unemployed derelict can own or possess one.  For the good of all mankind, GET RID OF THE 22 RIMFIRE AND MAKE THEM ILLEGAL.   Ivory tower iconoclasts in a suit that spends two hours a day at a restaurant, have you ever been shot?

Many men are gun aficionados; women usually are not.  Would it be proper procedure and etiquette to have state governors organize a Milita so males can shoot military ordinance?  Men would meet two or three times a year and be trained and be supervised by professional soldiers who have dedicated their lives to the protection of our country.   Should this be so?

Firearms rules can be very simple.  The people that benefit economically from firearm manufacture do not want it to be so.  Have you ever been shot?

NO CIVILIAN CAN OWN A FIREARM WITH ANY CHARACTERISTICS OF MILITARY ORDINANCE,

A civilian can own a handgun of any configuration with a small magazine

A civilian can own a high-power rifle bolt action or an autoloader rifle with an intrinsic magazine of limited capacity, No substitutions., 

Any deviations from these actions are considered a federal offense and subject to incarceration in a federal maximum-security prison. 

The reason for this rant and spew is the author wants policemen to survive and with their families, put in their twenty years, get a pension and educate their children, Amen. 

In Hebrew, ab means father or leader and ib has no definitive definition in Hebrew lore or the bible.  In Sanskrit, ib means elephant or big thing.   The current nomenclature of the new immunologic acting drugs end with a suffix of ib or ab.     The best illustration of how the immune system works is in Sir Harvey Burnetts book, “A theory of Immune Surveillance” In a nutshell the immune system is an intricate organ that eliminates foreign invaders from attacking the self and it has links to the coagulation system, the complement system, and the kallikrein system.  In boomer heavy lingo, the immune system is an immaculate organ that should not be interfered with in any way unless a clinician can augment its action.   Why then does Medicine use monoclonal antibodies to treat auto-immune conditions?   

To make monoclonal antibodies a patent protected animal is injected with the human antigen or tissue in question, and after an immune reaction ensues and perfects, the animal is sacrificed and the plasma fraction of its blood is passed in a special Sephadex column to remove pure antibodies.   Nowadays these antibodies are directed against the human immune system.  Idea becomes that the antibody will attack the cells causing the disease and the complement system. will eliminate the cells, hence no disease.   The monoclonal antibody produced usually attaches to the Fc portion of antibody in solution or attached to B and T cells and this action eliminates autoimmune disease.  In reality what happens, the monoclonal antibody attaches to B and T cells, destroying the functional immune system after complement kills the cells, and the patient or subject, deprived of a functioning immune system dies from a mold or bacterial infection.   If an infection doesn’t kill a patient, monocytes, Kupffer cells from the liver or hunter-killer cells without intrinsic antibody regulation proliferate forming granulomas, similar to a tuberculosis infection and the patient dies from obstruction of a viscus or a growing granuloma with Langham’s giant cells creating a stroke.

  Auto-immune phenomena usually appear after the thymus involutes after age 18.  The Thymus makes thymosin, a hormone that stimulates T-helper cells or T-tolerizing cells to augment antibody production to the appropriate antigen.  WHY NOT JUST GIVE THE PATIENTS INJECTIONS OF THYMOSIN?    Thymosin is a three amino acid peptide hormone that can be synthesized commercially.  Other immunomodulators that haven’t been studied are levamisole and Freund’s adjuvant.  The impetus of this communication is to state that auto-immune disease or conditions are not treated by destroying the immune system.  Back in prehistoric times, the professors in my lab studied Anti-T serum administration to destroy the T cell population thus hindering help or in the case of study low zone tolerance.  The professors would never disclose how they made anti-T serum because its effects on the immune system are catastrophic and so is ib and ab pharmaceuticals.  

Patents usually run in the pharmaceutical industry for 35 years and can be renewed once, allowing pharmaceutical companies to make billions of dollars feeding on the SSI health care fund.   Today is like the 1920’s when the FDA formed.   All medications that aid mankind benefit mostly, the people who hold stock in the companies that manufacture them.   All medications that survive the patent eliminate because they are now non-profitable.  A case in point is chronic heart disease that impinges on the auto-immune question tangentially.   Back in the 1800’s heart patients drank a dilute solution of opium when they experience angina, and chewed chewing tobacco for the nicotine to make their heart beat when it started slowing down too much.  The good old days are long gone with women in petticoats and little girls in pretty pig tails giggling at church.  Nowadays, heart patients undergo a barrage of invasive tests and take organic chemical prescriptions that cause cancer, and the government pays the enormous costs of secondary and tertiary care medicine in the elderly.  There is no room for the old and nicotine is a hazardous drug like cocaine, heroin and LSD, so go figure.  Tinsley Harrison, one of the unknown greats who devoted their lives to eliminating suffering in humankind said,

“Let us not forget the old just for the sake of the new”.   The new are patent rights that benefit no one but the wealthy and the old are the dreams of working man to make a life for themselves in our so-called classless democracy.  Let me iterate once and again that the immune system is nothing to be meddled with, only added to and the educated professionals to read Sir Harvey Burnett.      

Knock on her door and ask her why

Offer a piece of apple pie

Wake up from another dream

I don’t know and I don’t care

Life is an elegant symphony

Life is an elegant symphony.

Dressed in a homemade blouse and short pants this morning, she begins her day cooking a weekend breakfast and her hair is washed, and combed and new today.

Man wants to see inside the human body for interest and to give medicine a way to classify disease.   X-rays enable doctors to look at the body based on atomic weight that is proportionate to density on the film.   X-rays are ionizing radiation that mutate the DNA and can cause cancer but the frequency of the assay and intensity of radiation needed to impact a film are almost negligible.  CAT scans use less energy and are thus safer but inordinately more expensive.   Now the medical fraternity have magnetism induced currents that can be elucidated by a sensor and digitized in a computer to produce a colored picture.  Rediculous new technology uses extreme amounts of current to produce a magnetic field powerful enough to induce a flip-flop current similar to the production of microwaves.   MRI uses magnets just like a microwave oven and the result is cooked flesh.   The brilliant medical fraternity produces invasive tests for the purpose of making a good-old American buck and benefits the low-income patient in no way except to debit the insurance company that pays for the expensive assay that reveals nothing that cannot be seen in a CAT scan.  All of this machination is to generate money that the professionals glean and live in exclusive gated communities in prosperous cities.  This author guesses that charlatan medicine for the working class is better than no medicine at all.

Getting some sun out in the yard, weeding and bringing in some tomatoes to make sauce for dinner, her grey eyes glimmer in the American native whisper.

We all look for technologies that are not invasive, not costly, and bring to the extremely well-educated physician more information to elaborate prompt diagnosis and classification.  The first item to ascertain is blue light.  Red light lasers do not project very far in the atmosphere.  They attenuate because the wavelength of the red light is equal to the bond length of water, hence the radiation from the source becomes absorbed and becomes radiant heat.  Blue light on the other hand is not absorbed by water, or by most lucent elements, so it projects and shows less attenuation proportional to the inverse square of the distance.   Light emitting diodes can produce blue light of sufficient intensity to use as assay media, so the physician can project blue light through tissue to demarcate structures within or about.  Blue light can project through breast tissue, neck tissue, testicular tissue, and leg tissue and a picture taken by a high resolution camara can show a map of any structure within or without.   Blue light can reveal masses and bone malformations caused by traumatic events or chemical insults and the technic is cheap, painless, and God-fearing.

Home from the store with candy, a smile and her bags as a day tripper.  Dinner is ready and night descends

Who has a temperature, the signs of infection are tumor, rubor and Calor.  Swelling redness and warmth indicate infection without a doubt no matter what the white count, ESR, or CRP say.  Maybe, elegant physicians should use temperature change to elucidate infection or catabolic environments secondary to intoxication. 

The Russians have the best thermal sensitive sensors available, maybe we should ask them for one with a please and thank you.   Plastic planes and cloaking technologies that defuse radar cannot obviate thermal emission from a warplane or ship.  Things can be seen a long way off because radiation only slowly attenuates unless acted upon by an outside force.  As scientists, socked away in a research lab, attached as an appendage to a medical school, they see that cancer produces cold lesions, and infections and autoimmune conditions produce warm lesions.

Putting a Russian thermal sensor over a purported sickness, when pixelated and digitized, produces a map or thermal radiation signature of the affected tissue.  Usually, cancers are well demarcated and infections more diffuse and generalized.   Auto-immune conditions are diffuse and unlocalized.   It is time to beg a commie for a thermal sensor to configure as a scanning device for the people of the nation.   The patient can go home with a picture of their conditions printed on a Hewlett-Packard inkjet printer with 1200 dpm resolution. Que bueno!

The bottom line is money, and America is green and 60 percent Irish.  Begosh and begora.   Now we the people have tests that are cheap, do not kill, do not cause a hospitalization, and the patients can take home the pictures and show their friends and family.   Please end the snake oil and sacred divination of modern-day Medicine and give us something we can really sink our teeth into.  Yes, the pictures can be 3-D rendered on craft paper if necessary, and used as contemporary art.  

For I am a Yankee doodle dandy, Yankee doodle dandy do, strike up the old brass band, salute the red, white and blue.   

From the perch, on the rocks, high above the Aegean Sea, the sea glimmers and sparkles from the refracted sunlight reflecting off the windblown waves.  He looks, and waits, and imagines, that Zeus will demonstrate his power.   The time elapses, then wanes, and he gets up and walks towards the city, and its people, and its power.   The intense sun bleaches his dark hair and he walks in a tunic, with a cape wrapped around his body to protect against the elements. Now she is here, and she appears and stands in the sun with the light illuminating her appearance.  The stands about six feet tall, because the maker wants her strong, her hair is raven black which is common amongst the people here, but her skin is alabaster white, like fresh crème and it accentuates her long thick hair that grows down to her waist. Her eyes are dark-blue grey.   She wears Phoenician cotton, woven into a beautiful tunic of white with blue stripes, in patterns, and a belt secures the fine cotton over her body so that it accentuates her curves rather than covering them and the cloth seems to cling to her body.  Her bosom is large but not too large, and her hips full but not matronly, like Artemis, meant for running and pursuit.   All in all, she is perfect, and to good for him to have.  Her name is justice, and she lives for only one thing, ethos.   When Justice speaks, her voice is commanding and almost hypnotic so that all that behold her must obey and they obey because they want to, not because they are forced to.  This is her gift from the maker.   Her hair is dark and skin white to personify that the law has good and bad aspects, and she is female because females are merciful in a world of men.   The law has evil and godly characteristics, and mortals are reminded that the human condition is not black or white but shades of grey and she is here to interpret and command.   And everyone is forced to do what she says.   She is perfect he thinks and too good for me.    The sun still shines in the Peloponnesian place, and he moves away so not to be entranced by her beauty.   She wears a mask sometimes, because no matter what people look like, they are all the makers children and equal under the law.   She holds a scale to remind mortals, that their works and ways will eventually be evaluated and judged.  He turns away and she waves, and he doesn’t think he sees her wink at him.

They are beautiful seas, the Aegean and Ionian, dancing in blue green color, full of fish and life and home to just and virtuous people, at least for the time being.  She is Justice, and Justice is perfect for all to witness and see

It is beautiful here, and the sun shines, and the sky is blue, gulls fly, and fish jump and it should never end.

He turns upward towards the heavens and exclaims in a loud voice, “Hail Zeus, what wizardry have you besought among mortal men” I AM THESEUS.       

One day, after school, around 2:30 at Valley High, Wrak pulls the chains from a red Suzuki 250 motocross bike set up for street. He puts the chains in his back pack.  A tall person walks towards him from the Parking lot. The person has dark curly hair, sports a Hawaiian shirt, beige corduroy walking shorts and plastic flip flop zories.   The people in these parts call plastic sandals zories because Zorba wears zories and has a pair.  The person waves the classic star trek salute to Wrak and says, “Hello, my name is Lu, want to party this weekend?”   Wrak says, “Are you from around here?”  “I go to Sunni high school on the west side and am visiting a friend here in town.  I have all the stuff necessary to party and I need a shotgun. Are you in?”  “What you got?” inquires Wrak.  Lu points to a brand new Volkswagen Westphalia minivan.  “I even have curtains on all the windows,” says Lu.  “The back seat folds out into a bed big enough for four people. It gets good gas mileage and even has a water tank in case of thirst, but I try to keep the water tank full of Vodka.”  ”Are you joking,” asks Wrak?   “Can I see?”   “Sure,” says the minivan is two tones with a light blue bottom and white top.  All the windows have cute sliding curtains done in beige cotton print.  “Look inside,” says Lu.  The side door slides open with a low metallic groan.  Inside is a huge bed fitted with turquoise vinyl   foam cushions one foot thick.  A small wet bar constructed of stainless steel sits opposite the bed on the driver’s side.  Next to the door is a small closet.  Indian style curtains with beads separate the drivers compartment from the bedroom so that a person can drive and another sleep in back in total privacy. “I have the big 1800 engine.” Says Lu.  “It will do 80 miles an hour and 65 miles an hour up hill.  “How much did this cost,” asks Wrak?   “Six thousand dollars,” says Lu, “six thousand.”  The van is totally custom with an electrical outlet and running water.”  “Unbelievable,” exclaims Wrak.  “If I am in town on Friday, I will stop by and pick you up with some girls.”  “Are you in?”  Whispers Lu “I’m in” says Wrak.  Lu walks slowly to his van door, gets in, starts the engine and drives off slowly.  Wrak waves goodbye and kick starts his motorcycle to ride home.  Friday is three days away.  The sun sets early in tranquil hills because the mountains near the ocean shield the sun during its descent.  The sunsets on the beach are magnificent on a daily basis especially in the spring and summer.  The huge orange supernova orb descends minutely surrounded by   red, yellow and purple strata and Wrak never gets tired viewing them and today is a school day with homework to do, family to visit and dinner to eat before going to bed and early to rise to make a young man healthy, wealthy and wise. The little dog curls up on his cushion and lies on his side and runs and whines as he sleeps like he is chasing rabbits.  Then when you go to see, punkin has gone outside, nowhere to be seen.

     “Be sure you brush your teeth,” says Lu.  Girls do not like grungy teeth.  He is in the classic Hawaiian surfer wardrobe as usual.  My father looks at Lu, Lu looks at my father, and my father looks back at Lu.  My grandmother peeks out from the behind the hall door with one eye and then she is gone. “Let’s go partying,” yells Wrak. “Yes.”  “Party we shall.”  Shotgun in the Van with seatbelts and down Bacon Way past Mellowman’s’s Lane to Market Street and then on Moonrise Blvd. the van hums with tuned exhaust headers and a glass pack muffler.  Lu pulls a gas mask from underneath his seat.  “What is that?” asks Wrak. This is an oxygen mask from a B-17 with a meerschaum pipe secured to its end.  “What do you smoke in it?” asks Wrak.  “Weed,” says Lu, “and Lots of it.” From behind the seat, Lu pulls a 30 gallon black trash bag into the drivers compartment.  The bag is full of something.  The something is Mexican commercial green marijuana, about, two pounds worth.  Lu stuffs some Mexican grass into the meerschaum pipe, secures the gas mask to his head and hands Wrak a Bick Lighter.  “Light me up,” says Lu.  “The police cannot see me smoke anything while I drive,” says Lu.  “I can smoke pot on the freeway.”  Wrak takes the Bick lighter and flames the pipe bowl.  Lu puffs hard inside the mask and smoke jettisons out the side ports like a fire breathing dragon.  The whole cockpit fills with smoke.  “I will smoke a cigarette,” says Wrak.  Lu pulls down his mask and says, “Rag weed.”  I don’t smoke rag weed, only the best.” “The police cannot believe I smoke weed through a B-17 oxygen mask.  They never pull me over.”  He pulls over to a street off the Sunset Boulevard in tranquil hills and stops in front of a residential address.  He honks twice.  Two girls run out from the front door of a house set in lush bushes.  They have light brown hair rendered blond by the sun or peroxide.  Lu says, “This is Joanie and Jennie.  Jennie says she wants to meet you because she likes your surfing. 

       Both girls have hot pants on without nylon stockings, and halter tops set off by tan bikini lines.  They have purses with chain straps.  “Don’t you feel cold,” says Wrak.  “Not at all,” says Jennie, “Not at all.”  “Wrak, get out of shotgun and go sit in back with Jennie.”  “Joanie wants to sit with me.”  Wrak opens the side door, gets out and then unlocks the side door and lets Jennie in.  Wrak and Jennie sit together.  She feels very warm to the touch.  “Would you like a drink,” says Jennie.  “Sure,” says Wrak.  Underneath the wet bar is a refrigerator, Lu says, “Jennie, there is a quart of beefeater gin underneath the sink, break it out, we are partying.”   Jennie obtains a plastic glass from the refrigerator and pours some beer into the glass and hands the cup to Wrak. “Drink all of it,” she says.  “Sure,” says Wrak,” ” I love Coors beer.”  Wrak drinks the cup down in one gulp and burps. “Pardon me,” says Wrak.  “That was really good.” “Here,” says Jennie. “Drink another.”  “I love beer.” Says Wrak.  Night moves in to tranquil hills and Death wood and happy hills.  Wrak never could remember where the party was that night, only that it was fun.  The party location exists somewhere in between the lines.

         The best parties have a live band and a keg of free bear, or three kegs of free beer, or four kegs of free beer and a smoking room.  This party has it all.  Wrak feels high and Jennie asks him to dance.  Wrak starts doing the twist like Chubby checkers and then the swim like Goldie Hahn.   Somehow a strange force throws him on the ground and he becomes the first break dancer in southern California, spinning and sliding on his back.  Jennie squeals with delight.  The night has just begun and the band plays “Gimme shelter,” and “Brown sugar”   and more.  A ton of pretty girls in scanty clothes appeared and now everyone is dancing.  The girls dance. The guys dance.  Kool is here. HP is here with the Doctor’s daughter and night moves into night.  “Let’s sit awhile,” says Wrak.  “Let’s go back to Lu’s Van and listen to the radio,” says Jennie “I left the door open.”  “All right,” says Wrak, “Let’s go.”

“It is more comfortable back here,” says Jennie.  “Why are you closing the curtains,” inquires Wrak.  “So we can have some privacy,” says Jennie.  “Want some more beer,”  “Sure, “says Wrak.  Wrak drinks beer. Wrak drinks beer because the world is incredibly high and colors and textures vivid and exciting. Wrak hopes the beer will cut the buzz that somehow permeates his being.  “I turned on the radio,” says Jennie. “You have a radical bottom turn.”  “What shall we talk about?”

   The door pulls open with ferocity and Lu pulls Wrak off Jennie.  “Get off her you idiot.”  “I was wondering where you two were.”  “I have to get the girls back home by 11:30!  “I don’t know what came over me.” Says Wrak.  Jennie closes the door and composes herself. Lu and Joanie get in the front and start the car.  Wrak and Jennie lean on each other.  Wrak is back on earth and the van hum’s down the highway from Happy Hills to Tranquil Hills to the beginning of rationality and reality.  “See you later girls,” says Lu.  “Bye Wrakie, let’s go party again,” says Jennie.  Wrak waves good bye.  Jennie turns around, puckers her lips and gives the air a slow long kiss, and then they are gone.  “Use the one day delay,” says Lu, “The one day delay.”  “What is the one day delay.” Says Wrak.  “Date them once and do not touch them, the next date they are all over you.”  “I understand,” says Wrak. 

The custom Westphalia sputters off into the night.  Lu has to visit a friend at Saint Elsewhere.  The night is dark and long and quiet and the porch lights on bacon way glimmer sadly and emphatically.  The quiet permeates the seaside atmosphere, and in the quiet broods something unearthly living on the house on the corner.  Wrak opens the front door with his Schlage key.  Grandma stands at the door with punkin sitting next to her standing there.  “You are home,” she says, “thank God.”  Punkin wags his tail and yips with a high note.  “It is fun dancing grandma,” says Wrak.  “It is late, go to bed,” she says. The door is locked and the house of Wrak closes up for the night, tonight and all are home and accounted for and Saturday is today when the sun comes up, Almost like slaughterhouse five.  

Well says Q, the head of the ICU is back from sabbatical, you are free to rotate.   Surgery wants your back, they say you have good hands.   Surgery residency is six days a week with every three days on call, why can’t I work in the outpatient clinic and hand out ampicillin like everyone else says Dr. Wracks.  You passed the boards didn’t you says Q, now you have to work.  I have an alternative autistic choice paradigm says Q, how would you like to spend a couple weeks in the CCU, it is on the same floor, just doors down from the ICU.  It is the same thing, just a Shepard looking over the flocks says Q seriously.   OK says Dr. Wracks, I thought passing the boards would get me my shingle, and it doesn’t.  When do I start.  Right now, says Q, this is my realm and they are already waiting for you.  Tally ho.   

The situation of the ICU is nearly the same as the CCU except the heart monitors are bigger and all the patients are hooked up with electrodes like a Frankenstein movie.   The nurses sit in a nest behind closed doors until they are needed, and the light is fluorescent, buzzing and bright and all the patients are sedated almost to a coma. Physicians like prescribing benzodiazepines.   It is part of the heart thing I guess, says Dr. Wracks.   A cardiologist sits at the bedside of a patient and watches the heart monitor for fifteen minutes at a time.  The sine wave gives the status of the heart patient almost to a T.   If the patients have color, they are surviving, if they don’t a physician must intently evaluate the monitor.  The most important aspect of the EKG is the p wave and time till the QRS or heart contraction.   If the p wave disappears occasionally, the heart doesn’t beat and there exists Mobitz type one phenomena.  If this occurs a problem exists because the sinoatrial node pacemaker is not functioning correctly, and an infarct may exist or there is an electrolyte imbalance.  An adrenergic agent like epinephrine or methamphetamine may correct the anomaly, and if not, cardioversion might be necessary.  Fortunately, this condition does not occur frequently and is most often caused by an overdosage of beta blockers.   This is the main reason why beta blockers should not be used.  If the sinoatrial node depolarizes but the latency time before QRS contraction increases slowly over time a Mobitz type two phenomena exists and this occurs most commonly with an overdosage of Ouabain or other cardiac glycosides.  Cardiac glycosides like Lanoxin while increasing the force of contraction, (inotropism) and rate of contraction (chronotropism), are extremely toxic so their use is indicated for the dying patients of congestive failure so they can get their estate together (6 months).   QRS phenomena usually indicate massive infarct and the prognosis is unfavorable, See the work of Sokolov for details.

For the most of the patients that survive the infarct which for them evidences with T wave inversion, disappearance, or S-T wave anomalies.  It is a good idea to check the monitor a couple of times every shift because a S-T wave depression signifies a developing subendocardial infarct and immediate necessary intervention.

The main drugs of the heart patient are beta blockers, adrenergic agents, cardiac glycosides and ganglionic blockers, all of which are toxic and must be titrated accordingly by body weight.  Beta blockers and procainamide induce cancer, particularly cancer of the pancreas and should not be used.  Morphine is the drug of the dying and the ancient told Dr. Wracks, “it is the angel of the elderly”.  Morphine should be used in excess but the prescription hand delivered by the pharmacist, and signed for,  must be injected by the attending, usually 10mg subcutaneously, because if left to the nursing staff, they will mainline half of it before injecting the patient.  This must be kept in mind.  Bretylium used to be used as a ganglionic blocker for Purkinje system anomalies but are now treated with calcium channel blockers like verapamil, but the slow onset of action and inhibition of the slow C channel is often non-efficacious.  Nicotine, now anathema has an immediate onset of action, short duration of action (two hours) and immediate elimination by the kidneys.  Other drugs exist but it has been fifty years and in the Wracks estimation, all heart patients should be maintained on morphine and nicotine, with injections of Benzedrine if necessary.    It seems overly simplistic and supercilious, but heart patients should be morphine addicts and vape nicotine to survive and shoot Benzedrine if their autonomic pacemaker fails.  Morphine is the angel and it decreases preload to the heart, is histaminic to increase vasodilation, and is negative bathmytropic to eliminate ventricular tachycardia. 

Dr. Wracks sits in front of the monitors and makes notes on the patient chart. The older doctor in a walker comes into the unit and speaks with the nurses. He is making sure the staff does not kill Dr. Wracks.   Dr. Wracks waves hi.,    Thanks to the immediate intervention in triage by the emergency room staff, the CCU is not an exciting place to work and the cardiologists are extremely meticulous and demand compliance because failure of one iota results in death and a malpractice suit.  The next assignment for Dr. Wracks is in pediatrics, screaming kids, vaccinations and liquid ampicillin bottles, but as a bonus Dr. Wracks is placed in Pediatric Oncology and surgical ophthalmic trauma.  

On a south swell the waves move into the point and give a long ride.  The girls are in the briefest bikinis, designed by a talk show host, and the wind at two pm calms down and the waves increase with the upcoming tide.  A beautiful place and a beautiful time in a peaceful era that the Wracks will never know.  Now we have YouTube and the information superhighway and memories can be stored on a flash drive. Memories that will not occur, and the world turns and time goes on.  And so, it goes.