Dr. Joe Salerno: Crashes are the Cure, not the Problem

The Unknown-The Day I Was Called a Woman by Islam

For more information on Islamic laws on marriage, please see my previous posts:

Marriage under Sharia, part 1

Marriage under Sharia, part 2

It is also important to note that the Islamic Prophet Muhammed said that men and children are not, under Sharia, required to cover their hair:  only women who are either available for marriage or married are to cover their hair.  It is the role of the father (or, in his absence, the female’s wali, or ‘male guardian’, since women are never considered independent humans under Sharia) to determine at which age she is available for marriage and that this guardian is to signal this availability to the Umma (the Muslim community) by ‘imposing the veil on her’.

While the customary age for this is 9 lunar years of age, under Sharia, the female’s wali is the one who decides her eligibility for marriage, regardless of physical age or maturity.  There is no lower limit and under some Islamic rulings, even an infant may be married off and her husband consummate the marriage – though if she is physically damaged by this, the husband will be responsible for her maintenance for the rest of her life (but she will not count towards his total of maximum of 4 concurrent wives).

And then, there is muta’a:  the temporary ‘pleasure marriage’… Of course, if the girl is young, under muta’a, it is her wali who collects the mahr ‘bride gift/price’… because while a woman is entitled to own property, under Sharia, it is her wali who controls it for her – as a proper guardian should.

Isn’t Sharia wonderful?  It can take something sordid and despicable and turn it into something virtuous that pleases Allah himself!

Milton Friedman – End The Drug War

Not the latest word, but…

Clinton-Petreaus Double Standard

Venezuela: the shocking state of its health service

As someone who had lived the experience of a hospital on my own skin, this shows the inevitable evolution of health car under a communist system:

H/T:  Vlad Tepes

OK, the hospitals I experienced were not quite this dilapidated – but well on the way there.

When my grandmother (1970’s) got breast cancer, it took 8 months for the surgery.  There was no chemo for follow up because there were no chemo drugs.  And the radiation machine in her local hospital was broken – and going to a hospital outside of your district was not permitted.

When her cancer had metastasized into her bones, pain killers where the only treatment option.

The problem was that my grandmother was over 60 – and with the rationing of drugs, people over sixty were the first ones to be denied medication.  You know, like in the UK now.

So, my mother worked hard, bribed everyone she could, used her influence as a very popular teacher with all her students’ parents that she could, and managed to buy some pain meds on the black market which she then brought to my grandma’s doctor to administer to her, to ease the horrible pain.

Promptly, the doctor stole the meds and sold them on the black market…probably to someone else using their best connections to try to relieve pain of their loved one.

Of course, I had my own encounters…

From childhood, I suffered crippling migraine headaches.  The doctors told my mom ‘unofficially’ that that is what it was, but that they were not permitted to diagnose or treat migraines because ‘the officials’ had ruled that ‘migraines are not a medical condition but something that pampered capitalist ladies with not enough to do pretend. to have to get attention’.

And then there was the first time I got appendicitis:  I was admitted to a children’s ward, where there were 54 of us in one room.  No visits on any children’s wards, because children might cry when the parents leave.  We were fed in the middle of the room, in shifts, because only 8 could fit at the table at one time.

Having appendicitis, I was put on a strict diet of tea and toast, so as not to irritate my intestines.  However, there was only 1 type of food served per meal – and the kitchen could not worry about all the special diets.  I was laughed at when I questioned why I was being fed food that the doctors said I was not allowed…

After 3-4 days of strict bedrest (no books or anything), I got ‘walking status’ which meant I qualified for ‘play-room visits.  2 kids at a time were permitted there for 10 minutes per visit, 1 visit per day.

Oh, those were fun times!

Then I got appendicitis the second time.  This time, (grade 5) I went to the emergency room at the children’s hospital.  It was open Monday to Friday, 8 am to 12 noon.  When I did not get in the first day, I got up extra early the next day and got there before they opened.  Still did not make to be seen.

You see, when the doors opened and you got in, you would write down your name in the notebook in the middle of the room in the order in which you arrived.  The nurse would come out, read and call out the next name on the list and cross it off.  That way, first come, first serve – right?

Except that people who wanted their kids to be seen would stand by the door – and when the nurse would come out, they would give her a bribe to let their kid in.  Then, on the way out, they’d cross their name off the list…

My mother did not want to pay a bribe, so, we waited, and waited, and waited.

Just before noon of the third day, I got sick and tired of this.  OK, I may only have been a kid, but I was pretty sure that I would not make it in the next day…  So, I elbowed my way to the door through the throng of adults – which elicited some very loud protests and shoves.  The doctor herself  came out to see what the hubub was all about.  Of course, I did not know she was the doctor – and the head of pediatric surgery…

When she opened the door, I started shouting about the corrupt system – ok, I used smaller words, saying how people were cheating and they were doing nothing to stop it and really sick kids like I would die before they saw us.

Everyone hushed and stared – authorities were not used to getting yelled at – and especially not by a grubby little kid!!!  The only sound to be heard were jaws hitting the ground…

Then the doctor spoke:  “OK, little girl, you think you are so special – you are next!”  And she dragged me in.  The door closed behind me before my mother could make her way through the crowded room to me.

After the examination, the doctor got a serious look on her face and barked – “Her first!”

Not 30 minutes later, I was being operated on, because, apparently, my appendix was beyond burst – it was seriously decomposing and another 2-3 hours without surgery would have seen me dead.

They put me ‘under’ so fast, they did not get the dosage quite right and, trying hard to wake me up afterwards, they knocked 3 of my teeth out.  Apparently it scared the other 5 kids in my 4-bed room.  Yeah, the smaller ones had to double up in beds – that was common practice.

Funny story.  About 6 months later, I had fallen and gotten some rocks and dirt stuck in the palm of my hand.  I cleaned it as best I could, yet, it did get infected because I did not get it all. Still, usually, these things worked their way out, eventually.  Yet, a few weeks later, a thin red line started spreading up my arm, so I knew to go back to the children’s emergency room again.  Having been there before, my parents let me take the bus and go by myself.

Just as I got seated in the waiting room, the very same doctor was walking in to start her shift.  She recognized me right away.  “Oh, our little big-mouthed girl is back – come on in!”  She had a dangerous smile on her face, even though I handed her a package of coffee I had bought with my allowance.  (Coffee was one of the most common bribes, but it was usually ‘good’ coffee while as a kid, I could only get the cheap supermarket brand…)  Or was that an amused smile?

One look at my hand, she took out a scalpel and got started.

OK – I was an ungrateful little big-mouthed girl.  Yes, this doctor had, very literally, saved my life.  But, she resented my bitching and was obviously asserting herself over me.  So, I did the only thing a reasonable person would do…

I did not wince!

I did not gasp!

I gave absolutely no sign of experiencing pain, keeping my face a neutral, slightly smiling mask – even though the cold sweat was running down my back.  Her expectant gaze changing to a look of surprise, and, eventually, respect, was very, very much worth it!!!

Yes, I was an obstinate little child….

Good thing I grew out of it!

Meanwhile in Sweden – Episode 2

Thomas Sowell – Legacy of the Welfare State

Reddit, the Jesse Jackson ama, Victoria’s secret firing and the aftermath

If you spend a lot of time on the interwebitudes, you will probably have across the name ‘reddit’ – even if you are not a frequent user of the site.

Personally, I love the place!

And, I freely admit that my blogging time has decreased when my reddit time increases.

If you spend even a little bit of time reading the news, you will probably have heard that reddit has had a little bit of a blow up.  In the figurative sense.  Being the sharing kind of person that I am, I thought I’d get some of the background and links here, in one place, for your convenience, my dear readers.

First thing to remember is that reddit is user-generated content and most of the moderators are volunteers, with a life outside of reddit (if such a thing is possible) and that only a fraction of the people responsible for making reddit the awesome community it has been are actually employees of the company.

Anyone (who registers) can create a post, a comment to a post, or even create a whole channel (called a subreddit).  If you have thought of it, chances are, there is a subreddit for it!

Here are just a few examples from my favourites:

And politics, world news, and so much, much more!

One of the most popular subreddits ever is AMA = Ask Me Anything.  When President Obama went on it, even the robust servers of reddit were overloaded.

This particular subreddit, AMA, had an employee named Victoria Taylor.  A very popular employee, whose job it was to verify that the people answering the AMA were the actual people named, not their assistants or PR flunkies.

And this was the proverbial straw that broke the camel’s back!

Everyone (the moderators and the redditors, that is) went into full rebel mode, either blacking out subreddits or freezing submissions for a specified symbolic time period or apologizing and stating reasons for why they remained open (this is mostly true for the support groups or the fluffier pages – even such ‘apolitical’ subreddits as WTF (what the fuck – on of my favourites) went dark (marked as ‘private’).

This blowup is popularly called AMAgeddon and is the reason why so many reddit alternatives (including its almost clone, Voat) are down because they just cannot handle the influx of reddit defectors.

And the petition calling for the interim CEO, aka Chairman Pao, to resign got over 160,000 signatures in just a few hours.

Of course there is a lot that lead up to this.

Drip, drip, drip…

Chairman Pao fired a popular dude – just because he got leukemia.  (OK, I lost the link to that twitter feed, but it’s true.  I’m sure if you do a little digging, you can find it.  Sorry – there is now such a glut of info…that Twitter thingy was one of the first things I saw, but now it is drowned out….apologies.)  First, reddit accommodated him, letting him work from his current home, then threatened to fire if he did not relocate to California.  Then, when he agreed to get them a letter from his MD saying it’s OK to relocate, one day later, Chairman Pao called him up and fired him anyways, citing his poor health as a reason.  Even though he had managed to do his job despite the illness just fine…

Drip, drip, drip…

Chairman Pao had made changes, attempting to turn reddit from free speech user generated content into a ‘safe space’.

In case you are not familiar with speech codes, ‘safe spaces’ is the ultra Political Correct speak for non-controvesrial and PC self censored to the point of irrelevance.  Yeah…

Drip, drip, drip…

And this policy started coming into place by trying to completely delete whole subreddits that were deemed ‘not safe spaces’.

Like a subreddit that made fun of fat people.

Now, don’t get me wrong:  I have the figure of a goddess!  A palelolithic fertility goddess, to be exact!

Yet I was deeply offended and seriously angered when I learned that reddit deleted the subreddit that made fun of fat people!  I’m a big girl (really, I am) and I don’t need someone – anyone – to protect me from people making fun of an aspect of what makes me me!  GRRRRRR!!!

So, it is in this atmosphere of people being very unhappy that censorship, politically correct censorship, was ruining reddit that the firing of Victoria Taylor came.

Perhaps even more importantly, in came on the heels of an AMA session with the notorious race hustler, Jesse Jackson, which (rather predictably) turned out to be not very pleasant for the ‘good reverend’.

One of the thing about the reddit community (redditors) is that they are difficult to easily place into any of the current political group.  OK, I am oversimplifying here, obviously, but if I were to describe the generic generalization caricature thingie of most redditors, I would say they are free speechers, socially progressive, strongly individualistic techies.  Live and let live – and say it like it is, without pretentious sillyness.

As in, we tend to live our social live on the internet, where a person’s gender and race are not visible and certainly not a factor in evaluation.  Only one’s opinions and online behaviour (history) are used by others to form opinions about one.

Because all other context is missing.

Striped away.

The internet is the most egalitarian of fora!

And, most of us find ‘speech codes’ to be beyond silly.

Yes, we can be hurtful – but we poke fun at our selves as much as at others.  And because our online presence is crafted to be whatever we choose it to be, we are not afraid to say what we actually think, regardless of our gender, colour, orientation, fat content or anything else!

Which is why the timing of Victoria Taylor’s termination at reddit is so important:  it came on the heels of an AMA session with Jesse Jackson.

An AMA session that, rather predictably, did not go so well for him.  Actually, reading it was really, really hilarious!!!!

Jesse Jackson seems to have complained that his nephew was ‘shut out’ from the opportunities in Silicon Valley because he is black….except that his nephew is a professor at MIT…..because ‘racism’.

It gets betted from there:  from people asking about his illegitimate son (whom he fathered while married) to, well, calling him a racist twat – to recommending he fire his publicist for ever letting him do a reddit AMA!

I highly recommend reading the whole thread – it is hilarious!  I was in pain from laughing!!!

Which, again, highlights the problem:  Jesse Jackson was hoisted on his own petard and raked over the coals for his prejudice, racism and divisiveness.  For profiting by stoking the racial flames rather than being a healer and making our society better.

Very predictable reaction from the reddit core audience.

But, the result was that Victoria, the employee responsible not for the mocking, but for lining up and verifying the guest, was fired by the PS-correct-driving CEO.  Who is trying to impose the hated, nay, reviled, ‘safe spaces’ agenda onto a free speecher, deeply individualistic community.

So, yeah.

Drip, drip, drip!!!

The proverbial bucket overfloweth!!!

Welcome to AMAgeddon!!!

The U.S. Patent System is Broken: Derek Khanna on Trolling and Low-Quality Patents

Free Palestine from Hamas!

Frankly, when the UN continued to fund Gaza even though it became ruled by Hamas, it became an accessory to terrorism.

https://youtu.be/k2MdayBMhb4