Run Away From The Past!

(Wellford, SC)—The Mayor of Wellford is defending her policy which bans police officers in that city from chasing suspects. Sallie Peake says the policy also includes vehicle chases along with pursuits on foot.

...I can't make up something this rediculous.

Somehow I just cannot fathom how stupid and retarded this new policy was. Granted, the took it down, but she said that she didn't want to.

The reason behind this temporary policy? Money. It's always money, isn't it? She said that police injuries during chases was costing the town too much money on insurance, and therefore banned all forms of pursuit to capture dangerous criminals.

...Duh?

How much of an idiot do you need to be to tell an emergency service to NOT DO THEIR JOB?! So, now criminals just gotta run for it and they are home-free every time. Best plan ever. Now you can embezzle all the money you want without the well drying up! Fur coats out the wazzoo!

I mean, what drives a person to choose to deny the police their ability to protect and serve the public? If you are strapped for cash, you cut the fat. Unnecessary things. Hopefully the town doesn't lose anymore money, they may tell firefighters not to put out houses, water can get pretty expensive! Pray that you don't get a heart attack either, EMS can't drive their ambulance! Gas is gettin' pretty high up there too.

Freakin' morons are gettin' positions of power and it makes not one bit of sense.

Danny-Boy

The Road to Recovery (Days 1 & 2)

Wow, I guess this is going to be my very first blog instead of a rant!

Anyways, I decided to write this in case there is someone else out there whom is getting this surgery, and is a bit nervous. Hopefully it will be useful to somebody.

About three weeks ago, I noticed a golf-ball sized lump on the right side of my groin. Being a teen that had never had surgery before, my first reaction was to absolutely freak out. I kept it a secret for that week, but decided if it didn't go away, I would tell my parents on Friday. I scheduled an appointment with my doctor at the clinic just to verify that it is what it appeared to be, and she confirmed it. I had a right inguinal hernia.

For those of you that don't know what a hernia is, it is where a tear developes in your abdominal wall and your intestines start to push out through the hole, and it can get bad very quickly, so I recommend you see your doctor ASAP. My doctor referenced me to a surgeron at St. Francis Medical Hospital, and I went in for my surgery consultation about two weeks ago on a Wednesday. They also confirmed that it was a hernia, and gave me some packets of information, and scheduled my surgery for September 17, yesterday to be exact.

The lump bothered me over the weeks, and despite my fear of needles, I wanted it gone. At 5:30 yesterday morning, I was taken to the hospital, hungry and thirsty as I wasn't allowed to eat or drink since midnight. I got to sit down for about 10 minutes and waited for them to call my name to be registered, and I was lead into my pre-op room about 5 minutes after getting registered. They got a bag for my clothes, and had the IV and whatnot laid out on the bed, and I was told to take my clothes off and put on the gown. It took me a minute or two to negotiate the gown, but I got it on, put my clothes into the bag, and laid down on the bed. They would come in, asked me basic information such as if I had allergies, my birthday, etc etc etc. I closed my eyes as they put in the IV, and as they hooked up the bag, they would fumble around with my needle, which made me uncomfortable, as they apparently couldn't get my blood out. They put in another needle into my right elbow, and drew a vial of blood, and I was laying there, shivering and very uncomfortable. Finally, they gave me a remote and I watched cartoons until the anasthesiologist came in and talked to me about what would happen and the possible side-effects of the anasthetic.

Finally, the doctor's assistant came in, gave me a medicine that made me relax, and after I said goodbye to my mom and dad, I was carted into the OR. It was the steriotypical room you see in the shows, and I remember the nurse screw two syringes into my IV. She injected the first one, which I felt pushing into my veins, which felt wierd, and then they injected the second one. All I remember after that is waking up, the nurse telling me that my surgery was over. I didn't feel much pain, and eventually I was carted into the post-op room, which was pretty much the same as the pre-op room, just a different number. They gave me juice and crackers, which I slowly ate as my mom and dad came in. After a minute, I stood up and got dressed, slowly, and was sat in a wheelchair and moved out to the car. When I got home, I immediately crawled into bed.

When I woke up, I wanted to get up and move to the living room, which was okay, as the local anesthetic had not worn off yet, but after I moved back into my bed, and the local wore off, any kind of movement really hurt. The Percocet they gave helped, and so far, I've taken it every time I can, after 4 hours. Come day 2, I developed a low grade fever, and as of this moment, I have a fever of 101.6. The doctor says I need to drink more fluids, and it may be an infection, but that will only be confirmed if my temp goes over 102.5. I'm still in alot of pain, and there is a painful burning sensation when I walk, which from what I hear is my nerves regenerating. I'll keep y'all updated.

By the way, tomorrow is my b-day. I have no idea what I want. Joy.

Bagels

For Once, A Different Approach

Heh, my last rant has a single view on it. I'm guessing this means that my page is becoming a ghost town. My nonexistant updating schedule might have something to do with it. Oh well, if your reading this, then please leave a comment. All of the comments I recieve are very special to me.

Anyways, I don't have a rant for today, more of a lesson I wish to share. In a ways, that is what a rant is, but I'm not pissed off.

At this moment, it's around 3:37 in the morning, about 2-3 weeks into my summer vacation. I've done nothing of any significant importance, and I've been feeling pretty down for a while. It's probably me not taking my medication and slipping into depression, but I can't really tell.

I was just listening to a song. Rise Against - Hero of War. Check it out if you haven't heard it before.

The song got me thinking about my dad, and how he feels about when he was in the Navy.worse I often wonder if he had done anything that kept him awake at night. I know my grandpa did. He served in Vietnam, and no matter how many times I asked him to tell me a story, he never did. Not even on his deathbed.

The song makes me realize just what war does to people. It changes them. They are forced into split-second decisions that either end bad or worse. They come home, and we pat them on the backs and praise them for serving our country as he should, which only deepens their inner turmoil. I think soldiers need TLC, not praise.

Regardless of what my dad or my grandfather did when they were in war, I love them both. If either one of them reads this... be it my dad checkin' out my stuff, or my grandfather watching me from heaven, both of you were a priviledge to have in my life, and the lessons you taught me will remain a guiding beacon in my life.

For any soldier out there reading this, be safe.

Bring our flag home.

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The Aisles Run Red With Blood...

*~*WARNING! The following rant contains content and language not suited for the younger audiences. DO NOT CONTINUE READING IF YOU ARE UNDER THE AGE OF 16!!! You have been warned.*~*

Today is Black Friday, where everything you can imagine is being sold at a reduced price in stores everywhere. This gets shoppers excited. A little too excited.

In Long Island, a Wal-mart was gearing up for it's 5 A.M opening for Black Friday. 2,000 sale-hungry customers waited outside. These customers began pushing against the glass doors as one man came up to open the doors to allow the first customers to enter, just a normal day of business, or so he thought. These... animals broke down the damn doors and trampled this man, and killing him because the EMTs themselves hd to fight through the crowd. He, though, wasn't the only one trampled. Six others, including a woman 8 months pregnant, were trampled, but were treated and saved, the woman in the hospital at this very moment.

Lemme ask y'all something... Is there... ANYTHING in Walmart remotely worth killing for? Not a damn thing! I'm wondering if these people felt this guys busted up body under their feet as they surged in. How many of them stepped over this dying man just so they could go get a fuckin' good price on something? It is people that sick, that tainted with greed that make me want to claw my eyes out.

Oh, but killing the man wasn't the part that pissed me off the most, oh no. It was the fact that when authorities told customers to leave the store because a man was KILLED, they complained about how long they waited to get in the store, and continued to shop!

Listen, I don't care how long you had to wait in line to get something in fucking Walmart. I bet you looked at this man, busted up and broken, laying on the floor, and just kept walking so you could get that new couch you have always wanted. You make me sick.

Tis a sad day for humanity when a common man will kill simply to get a better deal on material goods that will do you no good when Judgement day arrives.

Thats all for now, Google the Long Island Walmart Stampede for a more detailed account of what occured.

Bagels

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The High School Trend: Comin' Back, Kid.

Howdy everyone, I apologize for my absence. I have simply not had anything to really talk about, except that my summer vacation was extremely short and boring, except when my family actually went on a week's vacation, and my trip to Camp Crossroads.

Anyways, my faithful viewers, or at least the very few who still bother to check my page on occaison, I finally have something to talk about.

I don't know what exactly it is about high school, but it seems to me that every single year that passes by, each Class of Year Whatever gets more and more freakin' immature and obnoxious.

Last year, the Seniors were great, Juniors good, Sophomore's okay, and the Freshman just plain horrible. They made bomb threats, started fights all the freakin' time, tried to start a brawl at the Pep Rally cause, well, apparently they are a pack of dogs trying to assert dominance over one another.

I believe it is the generation of younger kids that is to blame. Political correctness is poisoning with all of these little "tricks" and "tips" to nurture your child without the use of violence.

Listen, it isn't working. When a kid gets older, putting them in the timeout chair doesn't work anymore, and when you "ground" them, so what if they can't go out on Saturday night? They still get to play their video games, fool around on the computer with friend, talk on their cells, and blah blah blah. Granted, that is not always the case.

Parents, with all of this technology we have before us, the stuff we use now is completely ineffective! I am so freakin' sick and tired of schools distributing condoms to promote "safe sex". You know what I think? School's shouldn't be promoting ANY form of sex! Don't give them condoms, cause all you are doing is giving them an excuse to do it in the first place. I hate that people dressing like prostitutes is "okay" now. Look, if you are going to dress like your on sale for $5 an hour, don't expect me to show you any shred of respect.

My point is this. Parents, you seriously need a reality check in your parenting skills. I don't care how Super-Nanny disciplines her children, or what the news tells you is the right thing to do. Politically correct parenting is removing you, the parent, from the child. My reason? Because all of the politically correct ways of parenting have nothing to do with being involved with your kid, it always talks about your kid "knowing your there". Leaving them to fend and learn for themselves while you just play the fallback man. when they do something bad you just basically expect them to learn from their experiences.

Listen, when I become a parent, I will discipline my children in the way I see fit. Safe, and sane. None of this "Don't do this son, but if you do, it will be alright" style of parenting. The news may tell you that you are "intruding" upon their life, but the news is the one who aired the video of dead soldiers being loaded onto trucks, showing their faces on live televisions to the families of those soldiers before they even recieved the telegram.

Live, Love, and Learn.

Daniel