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Run Away From The Past!

Sat, 24 Oct 2009 05:30:14 GMT

(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)

Fri, 18 Sep 2009 23:21:32 GMT

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

Wed, 10 Jun 2009 06:47:00 GMT

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.

The Aisles Run Red With Blood...

Sat, 29 Nov 2008 05:44:59 GMT

*~*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

The High School Trend: Comin' Back, Kid.

Sun, 17 Aug 2008 05:59:49 GMT

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

Fatty Done Failed

Sun, 18 May 2008 02:02:29 GMT

Y'know, I noticed something when I opened up IE today. I saw another one of those "Weight Loss Success Stories"

This makes me curious... If weight loss is such a commonly shared desire, how come it is that people need to hear these stories where someone lost their weight? It seems to me that, possibly, they are there because diet pills are the worst possible method I know of to lose weight.

Go ahead. Anyone. Look in the fine text at the bottom of the T.V. when another diet pill commercial comes on. Don't worry, they come on all the freakin' time.

Anyways, in that fine text, you will see that the pill isn't some miracle cure for weight loss as it is made out to be. The AVERAGE weight loss is less than 8 pounds every week/month, I forget.

Your spending all that money on pills that will take forever to make a significant effect. Yet you all keep buying.

Is it really coming to the point where people can't squeeze in a little jog between things they have to do? Doing a form of physical workout during free time is just too much to ask? I jog two times a day, each time a mile round trip. Yes, I am a teenager, but I do have a job, and it is a job I work rather often.

Pills and surgery make you sick and leave you worse off than you started. Exercise more.

High School Romance and You.

Mon, 31 Mar 2008 05:01:01 GMT

I'm back! I know I have been on hiatus quite often and for long periods of time, considering whenever I come to this computer, I lose my ability to turn my anger into logical and stinging rants.

Anyways, over the course of the last couple weeks, I have been bombarded with girls weeping their eyes out for days, friends calling me at all hours of the night, and senseless fights and arguements because he or she broke up/cheated/dated him or her.

First, to the tearful, shut up. I dunno where and why you get the idea that high school is a land of kittens and rainbows where love is so thick in the air I have to buy windshield wiper glasses to open my locker, but you seriously need to get over it.

Imagine your high school life like a World War II minefield. Sure, things start out all nice and dandy, but don't be surprised when you trip over yourself and get blown back to "start".

Get this straight, high school isn't a place for love. If you get a high school sweetheart and marry, then go right ahead! But ever since this whole political correctness thing, kids are much more inclined to do stupid things because our political leaders like to skip around issues like a bunch of three year olds playing hopscotch!

Dr. Phil says we should pass out condoms in public areas. I say otherwise.

I don't know why, all of a sudden, teenagers are put through the ringer for being "sexual deviants", but we spent so much time talking about sex and why its bad that kids get curious! You ever wonder why your kid touches the stove burner even after you told him it would hurt and he shouldn't do that? Because he wants to know WHY you said so!

Passing out condoms to people is pratically ordering the kid to try sex. "Don't worry about it kid, with this, it is completely safe! Try it and see!"

Ladies, high school relationships revolve around that. At this age, with hormones and curiosity, we just want in your pants! It's not love! Once that guy gets what he wants, then don't be surprised if he leaves you because he is satisfied.

All too often I hear tales of high school pregnancies and high school marriages ending. You know why? Because we are stupid.

You people in power need to learn that talking about teen pregnancy and not doing each other is going to make us curious! It is because we are flawed!

Pay attention to something that matters, like finally making America energy-independant and fixing the political system than violence in video games, teen sex, and gangs.

Your Underage, Idiots

Tue, 22 Jan 2008 17:20:36 GMT

A person of my age knows that there are many many many things us teens cannot do. I'm fine, I respect the law. Hell, even I had a brush with the law two years ago cause of a dumb mistake, and have learned accordingly

The thing that annoys me to no possible end is when someone, whom is underage, CONTINUOUSLY does dumb, retarded, and above all, ILLEGAL things cause either it is "cool" or some other dumb reason.

You know who I am talking about. Anything you can put "Underage" behind and you find somewhere in a courtroom. Sex, Drinking, Drug Abuse, Smoking, etc.

Listen here, cause this will save you a whole bunch of trouble. STOP BEING A RETARD!

I don't give two cents about how you have done it before, about how you got away with it, about how you won't get caught. You know what? I should report your sorry self, and as they toss you into the back seat of a police car, you can see me rolling on the lawn laughing at you.

Call me a goody-goody if you want to, or the childish term "taddly-tale" if you want, but I hate going into the bathroom at my school and smelling the sickening smell of weed or tobacco. I hate seeing another teen driving crashing and dying cause they were drunk, high, or didn't wear their stupid seatbelt cause "it's not cool."

Yeah, it's awfully cool when a fireman has to peel your carcass off of the road with a snowshovel. Real attractive, loser.

It's not cool, hip, "fly" or whatever you wanna call it. All who do lack the attention-span, willpower to say "no.", or just the common sense to realize it is illegal for a reason. Your reason for doing whatever you do won't work, because in the end, it is still wrong and illegal. It's not to try and keep you from being popular in your school, or "oppression". It is because parents and emergency crew are gettin tired of puttin' car crash victims into body bags and pickin' up ODers cause their friend dumped them out at a hospital to "stay outta trouble." See how much they care about you.

I'm out.

Sex Is Like Football: You're An Idiot If You Don't Have Pads

Fri, 28 Dec 2007 06:09:35 GMT

I have made a rant like this before, as some of you know. Unfortunately, I feel I did not cover it well enough for me to be satisfied.

Okay, for those of you too stupid to learn, the pleasure from sex has never, will never, and is never worth the trouble of teen pregnancy. I am so sick and tired of hearin' this crap about some girl taking a test and *le gasp* a baby? How did that get there?

Well, lets see. You scrump your boyfriend about three times a day... *DING DING* is that one on the board, Johnny?

Listen up, someone didn't sneak into your bedroom last night with a sperm bank surprise, okay? It is the fact you can't control yourself and think rationally and prefer to have the mindset of jackrabbits that put that baby inside of you.

If you don't want a baby, then don't have sex. Don't give me this crap about "I used protection!"

The only anti-baby crap available to kids your age are the ones that don't always work, and that is for a reason!

The scientists who devote their lives to researching this stuff don't wanna turn high school into an orgy, because they expect you to know better.

Sperm + Egg = Baby. The only way this can happen is if you prevent pregnancy 100% is to NOT DO IT!

Peace.

Caution: Contents Aren't For Idiots.

Tue, 11 Dec 2007 21:02:52 GMT

Have you ever noticed that almost every product sold here in the United States has some type of warning label on it, telling you what you should already know?

"Caution: Contents Are Hot."

"Toy contains small objects which may cause a choking hazard."

"Do not insert into mouth or any other orifice."

Have you ever seem something so... stupid?

Everyone on this planet knows those warning labels got there for a reason. Because some IDIOT went off and thought bleach could clean out his intestines. Yeah, way to go, Farmer John.

Okay, how many brain cell do you have to lack to not understand that if it steams, it is HOT? or that anything that is used to clean out your drain isn't very safe to use as mouth wash?

Someone please tell me when the U.S. lost COMMON SENSE? Curling irons aren't "private toys", your radio doesn't belong near a bathtub, and for God's sake, marbles aren't jawbreakers!

Yet you see people every day making lawsuits against companies because their brains quit due to their ignorance and hurt themselves. "This mouse trap broke my finger, Greased Lightning made my butt bleed, my hair dryer hurt me when I was trying to heat up my coffee."

You know what I propose? Take out all of those stupid warning labels, and replace it with this.

"Caution: Do not use if you are stupid."

That way, whenever someone screws up in an idiotic way, judges will know the only reason they are there is because they lack more than three functioning brain cells.