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		<title>Time Passes So Quickly</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[It was a year ago that I was sitting at my desk as I am today when my phone rang. Generally, the phone is an irritant to me, breaking my thought process with some bit of mundane information I could &#8230; <a href="http://viking1956.wordpress.com/2010/12/09/time-passes-so-quickly/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a><img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=viking1956.wordpress.com&amp;blog=14556972&amp;post=115&amp;subd=viking1956&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>	It was a year ago that I was sitting at my desk as I am today when my phone rang.  Generally, the phone is an irritant to me, breaking my thought process with some bit of mundane information I could live without, but there are enough significant phone calls to make me stop what I’m doing and answer.  So, with my current project interrupted, I stepped over my dog, who was visiting my office (which is in reality a storage unit with a desk) and I made my way to my cell phone (I have to leave my cell phone towards the doorway to the unit to get clear signal).<br />
	For the most part, it had been an average day.  I had spent most of my time getting several dozen items packaged up for mail delivery.  My mother and father had joined me for a few hours helping me get things packaged up and their help was greatly appreciated.  We had a mini-assembly-line working where an item was packed in an envelope, weighed, the appropriate postage was printed and applied, and then the completed package was placed in a box which would make it’s way to the post office (via my driving to the post office) once the entire process was finished.  Having mom and dad’s help was greatly appreciated because I was in a time crunch with the post office closing at 5:30pm.  We finished the chore at 5:10 pm.<br />
Even though I was rushed, I walked my dad to the passenger side of his car as my mom got in on the driver’s side.  He was using a walker for support and he wasn’t very speedy.  And he knew it.  He had decided long before that day getting around on his own was far more important than getting anywhere quickly.  As he walked by my truck where my dog Curly was looking out the passenger window, he stopped to say “hi” and reach in through the semi-opened window to pat his head.  “You’re a good boy, Curly” I remember him saying.<br />
He also knew I was pressed for time getting to the post office so as I walked with him across the parking lot with him, he encouraged me to go on with my business and he was going to be just fine on his own by saying “Go ahead, you have important things that have to be done.”<br />
“Dad, there are important thing and then there’s important things.” was my reply and we continued to the car.<br />
Once he was in the car and his walker was folded up and put in the back seat, I walked back to my truck to journey on to the post office while Mom and Dad drove off to pursue an adventure at the grocery store and then home for supper.  I would come back to my office after completing my post office mission to finish up some left over paperwork and then go to their house for supper. A pretty normal day, overall.<br />
So I was in the middle of that paperwork when the phone rang about an hour or so after we had parted company.  I had decided to bring Curly into the workspace with me and he was lying contently, alternately watching me type on the computer and nap.<br />
“Hello” I answered hoping my voice didn’t expose my irritation from being disrupted from my work.<br />
My mom’s voice was frantic as she yelled into the phone “COME HOME QUICK.  YOUR DAD HAS PASSED OUT!”<br />
“I’m ON MY WAY” I yelled back.  I’m not sure why I yelled except I suppose I got caught up in the emotion.  My dad’s diabetes had on several previous occasions caused him some problems, mostly when his sugar would get excessively low, he would pass out.  Well, not pass out, exactly.  He would become unresponsive for the most part.  You could talk to him and get no response or some jibberish that made no sense and his eyes would sort of glaze over. My mom had been through this every time and knew the routine… get some candy and put it under his tongue… check his blood sugar level…. give him an injection of a glucose-type substance if his blood sugar wasn’t rising fast enough… call the paramedics or emergency responders for support.  And in every case, he would eventually come around, usually his eyes would “come back to life” and he would say something like “what’s everyone doing here?” referring to the paramedics or emergency responders or my brother hovering over him (whom my mom would call for faster support as he lived only a few blocks away when they were in Wisconsin).  Regardless of the number of times it had happened in the past, it was always scary for everyone involved and then the inevitable sense of relief as he “came around”.<br />
This was the first time he had passed out in Florida, however, and I knew my mom had worried about being less familiar with the area.  They had purchased a mobile home earlier in the year in the same park where I lived.  After having returned to Wisconsin for the summer, settling their affairs there by selling or giving away most of their possessions and living in extra bedrooms with my sister Kelly and brother Tod, they made the “move” to Florida in October 2009 to live in their newly-purchased mobile home.<br />
	I was so impressed and surprised by their decision to move to Florida, even if it was only to avoid the Wisconsin winters.  I thought about it many times.  My dad had never lived outside of a 30 mile radius from the house he was born.  Now, after 75 years, he would set out on an adventure far from anything he had ever done before.  Living in central Wisconsin all his life, he loved living in a small town and we discussed it many times.  He just couldn’t grasp the idea of living in a metropolitan area with all the advantages and disadvantages large city life brings.<br />
	To him, I suppose, it was great fun.  Exploring a new area.  Learning what was available.  Making new friends. And there was always the security that Mom and Dad would summer in the wonderful weather in Wisconsin up until the trees changed color in the fall.  Then, back to Florida for the winter.  True snowbirds.<br />
	Moving wasn’t simple by any means.  His kidneys had failed more than a decade before and he was a transplant recipient, but after having a serious heart attack 9 years after the transplant, the “new” kidneys failed also He had been on dialysis for two years, three times a week.  New doctors, arranging for dialysis in Florida, restricted mobility, and a general frailty which came with those failing health concerns would be more than most folks could endure.  And here he was, with my mom, making a major move across the country.  In many ways, I was awe-stuck and certainly gained my respect.<br />
	So as I frantically shoved my phone in my pocket, grabbed my dog and put him in my truck and closed down my office, my thoughts were focused on him, hoping by the time I arrived there (10 minutes allowing for traffic) he would be sitting up saying “what’s everyone doing here?” as he had done many times before.<br />
	It’s funny when I’m trying to get somewhere quickly, traffic seems to be heaviest.  Street lights always go “red” just as I’m bearing down on them.  So I have to sit and wait for the green-go and even then, the cars in front of me seem to creep along.  Curly seemed to know something was up and just laid down in the passenger seat.  I would pet him to calm myself some but it helped little.<br />
	My thoughts, as I was trying to race home, recounted my past experiences with Dad.  I thought about our fishing trips when I was a kid. He loved to fish and taught me earlier than I can remember.  Sometimes, early Saturday mornings, he would wake me to go out with him on any number of lakes.  Then we traveled to Canada once a year over Memorial Day weekend for a 5 day fishing trip for several years.  Just me and my dad.  Well, not always just the two of us.  Our first outing when I was 9 or 10 included my grandfather (his dad). The three of us fishing out of a 12 foot rowboat (remember this was the late 60s.  Life was simpler then, I suppose.  We didn’t need as much).<br />
	I thought about Barbershoppers. He would take me on Monday nights starting when I was in junior high and going through half of high school to sing with the men until they finally made me an official member.  Shooting baskets in the back our house on Royalton Street.  Remodeling nearly every home we lived in.  So many memories.<br />
And then I went to college in Arkansas and I moved on in many ways.<br />
	All those thoughts and memories shot through my brain as I was trying to stay calm and navigate traffic in my rush to arrive at their house and help in any way I could.  As I pulled into the parking lot and down the street that led to Mom and Dad’s house, an ambulance was a ways in front of me looking for correct house and I think that’s when I realized things weren’t so good.<br />
	The ambulance was searching for the house and I tried to get their attention without success so they went on their way, trying to find the address.  I raced up to the house, threw the truck in park and ran out, leaving Curly in the truck to fend for himself.  As I got through the front door, I saw Mom trying to administer CPR on my dad.  I rushed back outside to find the roaming ambulance, which I did easily enough, and signaled to them where the emergency was.  The ambulance saw me and started racing toward the house so I went back in.<br />
	Mom was still administering CPR when the paramedics came in.  They took over quickly.  While they worked on Dad, I marveled at the coherence my mom maintained.  She would stop and hug me and cry on my shoulder and then answer any questions posed to her.<br />
	In my moments of solitude among the house full of paramedics and firemen (I think there were 6 or 7) I would find my thoughts going back through past memories.  Dad and I didn’t always agree as happens with most parents and children.  We had our disagreements.  Sometimes serious, mostly minor.  Over the last few years, though, especially since I had moved to Florida, I had talked with him nearly every day.  Our relationship had evolved over the last few years from parent to friend.  He acted as my problem-solver: my sounding board: my confidant in many things.  And I felt lucky I was able to spend the last couple months in face-to-face contact.<br />
	Since moving to Florida, we had talked about relationships and how to maintain them.  Recounted some of our past experiences together.  Played cards together.  I used to watch him with my cat, Morgan.  He wasn’t especially fond of cats but for whatever reason, he had bonded with my cat in a way I hadn’t seen before.  I heard him laugh more in those last two months than I can remember at any previous time.<br />
	The paramedics decided he needed to be moved to the hospital so they did what they do and took him away in the ambulance.  Mom and I followed and waited until they brought us an update that his heart was giving out.  Mom informed them of his DNR request so the hospital let him go.<br />
	Last year, Dec 9, 2009 was rough day.  I’m glad I had the time to somewhat prepare for his death given his failing health.  I had contemplated how I would respond many times previously.  My emotions were everything I expected them to be.  Mom and I cried uncontrollably in the hospital several times and away from the hospital dozens of times since.<br />
	The memory of him lives on, though. I’m glad he was my dad.</p>
<p>	I miss my friend.</p>
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		<title>Tax The Rich</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 12 Oct 2010 01:29:21 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Today I read an article from the NY Times where an college educator who admits he’s in the over $250,000 income bracket gave his views about the proposed tax increases on the rich (those making over $250,000… I guess that’s &#8230; <a href="http://viking1956.wordpress.com/2010/10/11/tax-the-rich/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a><img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=viking1956.wordpress.com&amp;blog=14556972&amp;post=111&amp;subd=viking1956&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Today I read an article from the NY Times where an college educator who admits he’s in the over $250,000 income bracket gave his views about the proposed tax increases on the rich (those making over $250,000… I guess that’s rich).  He brought out some interesting points and I encourage anyone to take a moment and read his views (you’ll have to do a google search at :<br />
Economic View<br />
I Can Afford Higher Taxes. But They’ll Make Me Work Less.<br />
By N. GREGORY MANKIW<br />
Published: October 9, 2010)</p>
<p>And in my last post, I asked for comments regarding views expressed by John Stossell.  I got one response (well, two but the second one was generic).  The first one was a good one.  It talked about Keynesian Economics and the ability of “the rich” to have lots of paid “pre-tax” personal expenses making their “surplus taxable income” more available for contribution to the government. The CBO was quoted and rated ways to create jobs.  Overall, it was a very intelligent and educated response.  And I tend to disagree and here’s why.<br />
I have been listening to Dave Ramsey for several years and have read his books (a couple anyway).  In his economic theory, he believes in living debt free on a personal finance and business finance basis.  At first, I thought his position was a bit whacked out.  I hadn’t heard any other economist or financial advisor taking this position so Dave was definitely going against the grain.  But as I listened more, I came to understand some underlying basics that aren’t clearly stated in the simple “live a debt-free life”.<br />
The issue is risk.  When debt is an ongoing part of a financial program, whether personal or in business, risk become a significant consideration in making any purchasing decision.  Dave says often, on his radio program, he’s done a personal study and found 100% of foreclosures had a mortgage.  I guess that’s true.  If a home is debt-free, there’s little worry of a bank knocking at the door.  Ok, there property taxes to be considered but it’s better than property taxes and a mortgage payment.  In the end, however, when a home is debt free and the economy turns as it has the last few years, the owner of that property has minimal risk.<br />
But what about the mortgage interest deduction to lower my tax rate?  one might ask.  I’ll use Dave’s example (although I’m sure he states it much better).  If a person making …say….$75,000 per year is in the 30% tax bracket and pays $10,000 in mortgage interest to the bank in a that given year (which they will use as an interest deduction on their taxes), that person should be saving around $3000 that year on their taxes.  The conclusion is the actual out-of-pocket cost to the home buyer is $7,000.  If the home was debt-free, the taxes for that year would be $3000 more. So is it logical to pay a $10,000 to one place to get $3000 back from another?  Wouldn’t it be financially sound just to pay the $3000?<br />
Ok, well, let’s take it another route then.  Take the same $10.000 that would have been paid to the bank in interest and make charitable donations to a favorite local charity and take the tax write-off that way.  It still only costs $7000 in the long run and the choice of where the money is going have the person’s personal stamp of approval. Plus, the home is debt-free.<br />
All that is well and good but the unspoken factor again is the risk associated carrying a debt.  Stress is lessened without debt on many levels.  If the market takes a turn for the worse and the value of the home decreases (as most people have experienced over the last couple years), it isn’t pleasant but it’s really of no consequence.  Pay the property taxes and all is good.  Maybe the value will go up again but in the meantime, there’s little concern about making payments in a struggling economy.<br />
I’ve come to believe in Dave’s program.  I hope to be debt-free by the end of 2011.  Let’s all hope.<br />
The same “risk” issues exist in business. Most people agree the bulk of job creation comes from small business. And most folks would also concede small business is started by average Americans.  These folks aren’t the “rich” as stated in the discussion about taxes on the radio or television.  There’s just average joe’s who feel a passion for an idea whether that idea is a product or a service or getting away from having a boss or just having control of their own time (which is a myth…. Small businesses own people rather than people owning small business- look at the time a small business owner puts into their dream).  To make the “leap” to owning a small business is a “leap” of faith and most potential business owners put everything they have on the line to follow that dream (I know, I’ve done it 4 or 5 times with less than stellar results).<br />
The evidence of the average joe’s desire to employ him or herself can be shown by the number of “turnkey” business opportunities out there. Just send in a certain amount of money and the new business is up and running.  Lots of people “invest” in those “opportunities” which nearly always result in failure. But I’m off my topic.<br />
Ok, so those small business owner’s won’t be affected much by increasing the tax rate on those making over ¼ million per year.  However, no one goes into business thinking they’ll be a failure, either. Yeah, yeah, yeah… how does all this risk stuff this apply to “the rich”?<br />
Well, to the Bill Gates and Warren Buffet’s of the world, not a whole lot.  Should Bill or Warren want to open a small business and it fails, there’s not much affect to their standard of living.  Warren just keeps buying businesses and Bill keeps giving his money away to charity.  And should the money wear down to a certain point, they’ll just stop doing whatever it is they’re doing. They can continue to expand their holdings and should they lose vast sums of their wealth, they’ll still have enough to live comfortably. Increasing taxes for them is not a concern.  At the same time, I don’t see Bill or Warren just writing a check to the government, either.<br />
To the average “rich”, those making just over the ¼ million per year, it seems to me the picture is a bit different and there’s lots more of those folks making just over the ¼ million mark than there are the Bills and Warrens of the world.  The expansion of future business is based on past performance and future projections.  Making decisions to expand (opening new markets, building expansion, new product development, etc.) is certainly a risk to be considered.  So in this economy, the raise of personal income taxes does, in my view, have an effect on what future decisions will be made.  The reason, in my view, for that effect stems from the credit nature of our economy.  In most cases, business expansion at any level is realized through available loans which of course raises risk.  And not just risk to the new venture.  Usually the risk includes existing business performance.<br />
To those entrepreneurs who have the next big idea and want to be the next Google or Facebook or Microsoft or Girls Gone Wild, starting up those new ventures becomes more and more difficult at every level, federal, state and local.  Licensing, permits, registrations, leases, inspections, misc. fees.  Everyone seems to want to get in on the act.<br />
Now if every person or business waited until a stockpile of money was accumulated and available, there wouldn’t be much problem. Once the allotted stockpile of money was burned up without the desired results, the new venture would be shut down and things would go back to normal.<br />
I know several realtors who made well over the ¼ million mark who aren’t realtors anymore.  The reason is simple and apparent. Bad things happen sometimes.  Unforeseen events occur.  More than a few “chain” restaurants here in St Petersburg have closed all their locations after decades of business.  Watch “The Apprentice” this year.  A few of those contestants had thriving businesses earning more than the ¼ million mark and now they’re out of work.  I don’t think I’ll try to tell those contestants bad things happen sometimes.  They already know<br />
I would rather let people keep the money they’ve earned.  I suppose that’s why I support the Fair Tax (check previous blog posting). Even “the rich”.  Let them invest either through their own efforts or through stock holding to build companies. Those “rich” who want to horde their money and not “invest”, no problem. Personally, I don’t know any of those. I believe those folks are few in number.  Mostly, people with a river of revenue flowing into their bank accounts have been either lucky or smart.  Mostly smart, I think.  And I like the idea of having smart people running the show.<br />
Well, that’s what I think.  Leave your comments both good or bad.  I love the feedback.</p>
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		<title>What Do You Think?</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 04 Oct 2010 19:29:21 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[John Stossel wrote the following article. Is his perspective accurate? Let me know. Progressives want to raise taxes on individuals who make more than $200,000 a year because they say it&#8217;s wrong for the rich to be &#8220;given&#8221; more money. &#8230; <a href="http://viking1956.wordpress.com/2010/10/04/what-do-you-think/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a><img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=viking1956.wordpress.com&amp;blog=14556972&amp;post=109&amp;subd=viking1956&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>John Stossel wrote the following article.  Is his perspective accurate? Let me know.</p>
<p>Progressives want to raise taxes on individuals who make more than $200,000 a year because they say it&#8217;s wrong for the rich to be &#8220;given&#8221; more money. Sunday&#8217;s New York Times carries a cartoon showing Uncle Sam handing money to a fat cat. They just don&#8217;t get it.<br />
As I&#8217;ve said before, a tax cut is not a handout. It simply means government steals less. What progressives want to do is take money from some &#8212; by force &#8212; and spend it on others. It sounds less noble when plainly stated.<br />
That&#8217;s the moral side of the matter. There&#8217;s a practical side, too. Taxes discourage wealth creation. That hurts everyone, the lower end of the income scale most of all. An economy that, through freedom, encourages the production of wealth raises the living standards of lower-income people as well as everyone else.<br />
A free society is not a zero-sum game in which every gain is offset by someone&#8217;s loss. As long as government keeps its thumb off the scales, the &#8220;makers&#8221; who get rich do so by making others better off. (When the government allocates capital or creates barriers to competition, all bets are off.)<br />
Of course, this is not the prevailing view among the intelligentsia. Columbia University Professor Marc Lamont Hill tells me, &#8220;Those who have more should pay more.&#8221;<br />
But is there a point where they stop producing wealth or leave altogether?<br />
&#8220;The rich have always cried wolf like that,&#8221; Hill says.<br />
But the wolf is here. Maryland created a special tax on rich people that was supposed to bring in $106 million. Instead, the state lost $257 million.<br />
Former Gov. Robert Ehrlich, who is running again for his old job, says: &#8220;It reminds me of Charlie Brown. Charlie Brown was always surprised when Lucy pulled the football away. And they&#8217;re always surprised in Washington and state capitals when the dollars never come in.&#8221;<br />
Some of Maryland&#8217;s rich left the state. &#8220;They&#8217;re out of here. These people aren&#8217;t stupid,&#8221; Ehrlich says.<br />
New York billionaire Tom Golisano isn&#8217;t stupid, either. With $3,000 and one employee, he started a business that processes paychecks for companies. He created 13,000 jobs.<br />
Then New York state hiked the income tax on millionaires.<br />
&#8220;It was the straw that broke the camel&#8217;s back,&#8221; he says. &#8220;Not that I like to throw the number around, but my personal income tax last year would&#8217;ve been $13,800 a day. Would you like to write a check for $13,800 a day to a state government, as opposed to moving to another state where there&#8217;s no state income tax or very low state income tax?<br />
He established residence in Florida, which has no personal income tax.<br />
Now Gov. David Paterson may have even seen the light.<br />
&#8220;We projected that we would get $4 billion, and we actually got well short of it,&#8221; he says.<br />
Art Laffer, the economist who has a curve illustrating this point named after him, isn&#8217;t surprised.<br />
&#8220;It&#8217;s just economics,&#8221; he says. &#8220;People don&#8217;t work to pay taxes. People work to get what they can after tax. They&#8217;ll change where they earn their income. They&#8217;ll change how they earn their income. They&#8217;ll change how much they earn, when they receive the income. They&#8217;ll change all of those things to minimize taxes.&#8221;<br />
We can see it in the statistics. In 1960, federal revenues were 18.6 percent of total output. Over the next 50 years, that percentage has rarely exceeded 20 percent or fallen below 17 percent. As Laffer says, people adjust their activities to the tax burden.<br />
Donald Trump, who knows something about making money, says of course the rich will leave when hit with higher taxes. &#8220;I know these people,&#8221; he told me. &#8220;They&#8217;re international people. Whether they live here or live in a place like Switzerland doesn&#8217;t really matter to them.&#8221;<br />
You haven&#8217;t left, I told him.<br />
&#8220;I haven&#8217;t left yet. &#8230; Look, the rich people are going to leave. And other people are going to leave. You&#8217;re going to end up with lots of people that don&#8217;t produce. And then that&#8217;s the spiral. That&#8217;s the end.&#8221;<br />
And that&#8217;s another good reason for us to get on with reducing the size of government. </p>
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		<title>Ok, I Admit It. I’m Guilty.</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[Yes, I’m guilty of not attending to the needs of this blog and spending my time on capitalist pursuits. Hey, bills to pay take precedence. But that’s not the whole story. I’ve been sorting through a number of subjects to &#8230; <a href="http://viking1956.wordpress.com/2010/10/01/ok-i-admit-it-i%e2%80%99m-guilty/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a><img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=viking1956.wordpress.com&amp;blog=14556972&amp;post=98&amp;subd=viking1956&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>	Yes, I’m guilty of not attending to the needs of this blog and spending my time on capitalist pursuits.  Hey, bills to pay take precedence. But that’s not the whole story.  I’ve been sorting through a number of subjects to cover and how to set those ideas down in words.  I’m still working through most of those ideas and will eventually get them written down.<br />
	Let’s be very clear, however.  While I’m guilty, I feel no remorse or shame.  I find it interesting how words take on new meanings as time passes.  A dog used to be a four legged creature that slept in a basket in the corner of the room, ruined new shoes through chewing, and generally gave a family pleasure from its unconditional love.  But then, as time went on, a car with lots of mechanical problems from the factory was a dog.  Then the ugly kid at school was called a dog.  Or the boyfriend who cheated.  And then suddenly, “dog” was your close friend as in “You’re cool, dog” (referring to “man’s best friend”).  Funny how words take on different meanings<br />
	Or “bitch”.  It used to be a female canine of breeding age.  Then “bitch” became the crabby woman at work.  Suddenly, some of us were the son of one of those crabby women.  Then “bitch” became the cool surfboarding wave (bitchin’).  Then anything that was “cool” was bitchin’.  No wonder English is one of the hardest languages to learn.<br />
	I put “guilty” in the “no emotion attached” category.  Guilty, to me, is a noun as in “guilty or innocent”.  Most folks expect emotions like remorse, shame, embarrassment, repentance, etc to be displayed by someone who is guilty.  In my way of thinking, however, guilt is simply an admission to an action or behavior.  I’m guilty of making a lot (or little in my case) of money.  The jury found the defendant guilty, I’m guilty of oversleeping this morning.  I’m guilty of loving my kids. I’m guilty of making a bad (or good) decision. I’m guilty of following (or breaking) the “rules”. Guilty is simply a confirmation of a statement of fact, in my mind.<br />
	Oftentimes, however, there’s the tendency to attach “expected” emotions to the word “guilty”.  There’s an expectation when the defendant is found guilty of murder that remorse and shame will be expressed in some form.  And when the defendant doesn’t show those emotions, some folks feel some anxiety.  Shouldn’t there be some expressed emotion when a horrific act is committed and the instigator of that act is exposed?<br />
	So what’s all the anxiety about?  I suspect the outward emotional expression of a “guilty” person verifies most folks’ humanity.  As a whole, people expect everyone to follow in a defined, although unwritten, code.  A code of appropriate behavior.  Don’t harm others physically, emotionally, spiritually, or financially.  So when one of the herd steps out of line and breaks the unwritten code (or written code for that matter), the expectation is the lost sheep will show sorrow and remorse to be accepted back into the herd.  And when that sorrow and remorse is demonstrated outwardly, it makes the rest of the herd feel better about the codes in place.<br />
	Bernie Madoff comes to mind as one example.  Here’s a guy to stole billions of dollars from unsuspecting trusting investors and continues to show no sorrow or remorse for his actions.  Those who “invested” unknowingly in his ponzi scheme continue in their rage and anxiety that Bernie shows no remorse for taking their money.  I believe, however, they’re really angry about being forced to “look into a mirror” and see themselves for what their true motivations were.  Those investors were forced to wonder if they could be “made of the same cloth” as good old Bernie.  I haven’t heard of anyone who cashed out their high return investment money from Bernie’s ponzi scheme before he was “found out” and volunteering to return their profits to be divided evenly among those who lost their investments.  Oh, the government may be trying to track those folks down and force them to pony up.  Volunteer, though?  Haven’t heard of any.<br />
	So the truth stares those “financial losers” in the face.  The question is “If I had pulled out my money earlier and not taken this loss, would I give it back?”  That’s a hard question to ask while looking in the mirror especially if the answer is “No, I’d keep the money.”  Not a pretty picture.  I think that’s what those “financial losers” are actually angry about.  They have to admit they’re no better than old Bernie.<br />
	I’ll take this “guilt” stuff to a bigger level.  As a nation, I believe we’re guilty of lots of good stuff.  And we’re also guilty of some pretty bad stuff too.  I suspect the remorse started in Vietnam.  For the first time, Americans were able to see war up close and personal.  Reporters were in the field reporting showing us the “horrors of war” in real time.  And most of what we saw back here at home was pretty awful.  Unlike WW2, the nation as a whole wasn’t sold on the idea of an “enemy”.<br />
	I remember my mom telling me when she was a girl and went to the movies, she loved war movies.  It gave her a sense of accomplishment and pride when the Americans found and killed the evil Germans.  As time passed, however, and she viewed those same movies later in life, the concept of killing the enemy became less and less romantic to the point she doesn’t like watching those movies anymore.  Killing and death, dismemberment, disfigurement and all the other effects of war hit closer to home.  The “horrors of war” took on a new meaning.<br />
	One classic movie scenes is from the Dirty Dozen where Jim Brown, towards the end of the movie, has to make a mad dash across the German compound dropping grenades into the air ducts which vent the bomb shelters where dozens of German officers and their wives or girlfriends (or whatever) have been imprisoned. Gasoline has already been poured down into the air shafts drenching those trapped “enemies” so the grenade explosions will do maximum damage.  As the audience, we root for Jim Brown to run lickity split avoiding the hail of bullets from the guards outside and we secretly hope he makes it.  Of course, he’s killed during his run but not before he accomplishes his grenade dropping mission.  The audience cries as Jim Brown get shot down and dies before our eyes but as the explosions blast off one by one in sequence, there’s a sense of pride that old Jim did his duty during his final steps on earth.  At the time the movie came out, very few thought about what damage those explosions caused to those trapped Germans and the few that did held a “serves em right” response.<br />
	Time passes and Americans are exposed more and more to the actual reality of war through television.  The truth of the matter is America is guilty of some horrible war outcomes.  Lives ended abruptly.  Some people maimed and damaged for life both physically and emotionally.  The reality is America is guilty of some horrible actions.  Not all due to war.  Some horrible collateral damage resulted from international manipulation initiated by America.  And some horrible actions from our past (lets not forget slavery or our treatment of native Americans) are part of America’s legacy.<br />
	America is also guilty of some wonderful accomplishments. Oh sure, none of it has come easy.  America has played a critical role in stopping the horrors of the holocaust.  America has sent billions of dollars of financial aid and technical aid to countless countries.  Communications, raising the standard of living for dozens of other countries, advancements in medicine, food production, and the list goes on and on.  In fact, America is guilty of many more advancements to the human condition than the detriments it has caused.<br />
	And let’s not forget America is guilty of being the wealthiest nation on earth. The poverty level in America is measured on the ability of paying our cable bill, having a car to drive to work, keeping the air conditioning running.  Yes, there are the true stories of families who have fallen on hard times.  We hear of a family of four living in their car because they have nowhere else to go. And statistics show all kinds of results “proving” how destitute some Americans are but if this blog has been followed to any extent, you know what I think of statistics.<br />
	I’ve come to the conclusion since America is guilty of being the wealthiest nation in the world, some individuals want to attach an emotional response to that guilt.  Those individuals, and there’s many of them, seem to want to have remorse attached to the fact we have stuff and generally live well.  They ask “Is it fair we live so well while others in other countries live so poorly?  Certainly, there is something we can do.”  And when others don’t share that same emotional attachment, the business of converting the ignorant becomes the objective.<br />
	I believe there are now two groups in conflict; the “guilty wealthy with remorse trying to find atonement” and the “guilty wealthy without emotional attachment”.  Of course, the “guilty wealthy without emotional attachment” are seen as insensitive and greedy, cruel and uncaring, selfish and unaware while the “guilty wealthy with remorse trying to find atonement” see themselves as caring and informed, generous and concerned.<br />
	For me, I suppose I’m in the “guilty wealthy without emotional attachment”.  While I currently don’t have much in terms of stuff and money compared to many of my peers, I give as I choose and as I’m able.  I wonder, though, should my ship come in and my bank account be overflowing, my house be larger than I need, my transportation be from the newest line of cars, will I develop a sense of remorse for all I have.  Will I have an overwhelming desire to not only give what I have and try to convince others to give up their stuff also? I don’t think so.  I’d rather help others find their own way. And I’ll still give to others as I choose and as I’m able.	</p>
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		<title>There’s Just More Of Me To Love (part 3)</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 02 Sep 2010 05:35:49 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[This will be my final installment on the subject of body size.  In part 1, I wrote about the subliminal messages I believe contribute to the national obesity epidemic.  In part 2, I questioned the statistical “evidence” used to support &#8230; <a href="http://viking1956.wordpress.com/2010/09/02/there%e2%80%99s-just-more-of-me-to-love-part-3/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a><img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=viking1956.wordpress.com&amp;blog=14556972&amp;post=102&amp;subd=viking1956&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>This will be my final installment on the subject of body size.  In part 1, I wrote about the subliminal messages I believe contribute to the national obesity epidemic.  In part 2, I questioned the statistical “evidence” used to support “the obesity epidemic” and followed up the “part 2” with two satirical statistical correlations written by other authors.  I was surprised to find three highly intelligent family members with whom I spoke were duped by “di-hydrogen monoxide”  not realizing di-hydrogen (2 parts hydrogen) monoxide (one part oxygen) is water (H2O).  Just goes to show how easy it is to accept what we read without question regardless of someone’s educational accomplishments.  This last contribution to the “body size trilogy” will deal with the accused financial burden thrust on all citizens because of additional health costs related to weight.</p>
<p>I understand a few things about business although there are lots of folks who know more than I.  Sometimes, however, the simple basics run a lot further than sophisticated analysis and theory.  And the simple basics, whether running a household budget, family business or major corporation, are to have a surplus of money (profit) after paying for the cost of goods (items for consumption or items for sale) and operating expenses (labor, space, taxes, repairs, interest on debts, etc).  No huge revelation here.</p>
<p>So a retailer goes out and buys 100 new shirts for $1.00 each.  This retailer plans on selling the shirts for $20 which will generate a healthy profit.  In reality, however, when all the associated expenses are factored in (labor, the space to display the shirts, taxes, insurance, etc), let’s say the actual cost for each sale runs approximately $5.00 per item (this is for illustrative purposes so don’t quote me as actual costs). So the store sells 25 of the shirts during the first month at full price generating $500 ($20 X 25).  The store has the total costs of all 100 shirts paid for by the sale of those first 25 shirts so every following sale will be completely profit.  But the store has an ongoing space and time problem.  Every three months, fashions change and new inventory will be coming into the store and will require display space.  The price on the remaining 75 shirts is lowered to $15.00 (which is all profit at this point), then after a couple weeks, the price lowers to $12.00 (still all profit), then $8.00, then $5.00 and on it goes till all the shirts are sold and the new inventory the floor space vacated by the sold shirts.</p>
<p>There’s no secret here.  Everyone should know this is how it works.  So how would a business work if a buyer could go into the store before those original shirts arrive and announce they will only spend $4.00 per shirt once the shirts arrive.  The logic is simple; eventually the price will come down to $4.00 and $4.00 will be all the buyer would be willing to spend so if the store wants this buyer’s business, the store will set aside the shirts for this buyer.  In return, the buyer agrees to tell all their friends to shop at this store.</p>
<p>Welcome to the health insurance industry. The insurance company makes contractual rate agreements based on the size of their insured group with a hospital or doctor for services provided for specific procedures before those procedures are ordered. The hospital or doctor who rejects the company’s rate structure runs the risk of losing potential patients and potential income sources. The larger the insurance company’s group of participants, the lower the rates the insurance company can impose. At set times, sometimes yearly, the rate structure is reviewed, revised and renewed by both the insurance company and the hospital or doctor. Again, nothing new here.</p>
<p>Enter Medicare, the single largest group insurer.  Most American citizens over the age of 65 have their medical needs insured by Medicare.  This group of senior citizens has more health related concerns than any other group. So Medicare dictates rates hospitals and many doctors accept simply because of the size and ongoing health care needs of the group. I’m unaware of any hospital not associated with Medicare although some may exist.</p>
<p>Alright.  Why go through all this health care 101 explanation.  I lost my dad in December of 2009.  Someday, I’ll write about him someday but today his health issues are relevant to this discussion.  He had numerous health issues including heart problems, kidney transplants, dialysis, COPD, diabetes just to name a few.  He used to watch his medical costs and was impressed with the insurance coverage that blessed his life.  So as an example, I went through his records, with my mom’s permission, to review his monthly statements that summarized each month’s medical care.  The following numbers are from the last 4 months of his life:</p>
<p>Here’s the interesting part:</p>
<p>The total billed cost of medical services and medications provided for September through December 2009 totaled <strong>$739,540.55</strong>.  Ouch!</p>
<p>The amount my dad had to pay out of pocket during that same time period totaled <strong>$18,556.21</strong>.  Another ouch but much better than having to pay nearly three quarters of a million dollars</p>
<p>The amount the insurance company actually paid to hospitals, doctors and pharmacists totaled <strong>$140,770.38</strong>.  Hmmm.  This isn’t adding up, is it.</p>
<p>The amount the providers wrote off totaled <strong>$ 580,213.96</strong>.  What???? That’s the amount stated on the summary statements</p>
<p>Again, <strong>$580,213.96</strong> was completely written off by hospitals, doctors, and pharmacists over a 4 month period.  That’s a discount of 78.45%.  I hope I’m not the only one who’s a bit surprised. There were no tax dollars used to pay this ½ million dollars plus.  It was simply “erased” from the total bill.</p>
<p>I shouldn’t be surprised, however.  I know several folks who received medical treatment for various ailments and didn’t have any insurance.  After receiving their bill, they went to the doctor or hospital and explained their financial situation showing they were unable to pay the total amount so the hospital or doctor reduced the balance by taking a write-off at nearly the same discounted rate.</p>
<p>So the question haunts me.  Why would any business inflate their rates by a factor of 5?  I don’t know.  .  I can speculate the health provider raised their rates by a factor of 5 knowing the insurance company would demand an 80% reduction which would bring the cost of service down to the actual rate a hospital would normally charge without an insurance company’s contractual restraints.  And once that inflated price structure is presented to an insurance company as a bargaining tool, the health provider can’t return to sanity by lowering their rates for cash-paying patients.  I choose to speculate Pandora’s box has been opened</p>
<p>There is a silver lining to that speculation, however.  The insurance company can now calculate how much money they’re losing through their “write offs” and garner national concern about health care costs.  Hmmm.  I’ll admit that’s a lot of speculation on my part. In any event, I’m hesitant to blindly accept the numbers politicized to show the lost revenues within the health care industry.</p>
<p>There’s been a series of television advertisements on local television by a company selling suits.  Buy one suit at regular price and get a second suit, two dress shirts and two silk ties free.  No one seems to question how a company is able to make a profit with this kind of “deal”.  It’s actually pretty simple.  Raise the price of the first suit to cover the costs of all the free stuff.  The hospital, doctor or pharmacy does in essence the same thing. In my opinion, of course.</p>
<p>I do believe there are some legitimate financial concerns within the health care industry.  The litigious nature of our culture can have devastating effects on the health care industry. Here in St Petersburg, a world-class brain surgeon recently gave up his $750,000.00 per year practice because after his $400.000.00 per year malpractice premium was paid, the remaining $350.000.00 covered his office expenses and nursing staff leaving him with an actual income of just over $60.000.00.  He can deal blackjack at a casino and make nearly that much without the weird work-hour expectation or risk.  Law suits, especially unwarranted legal claims, are significantly impacting the medical profession.</p>
<p>But back to the obesity issue. When the weight loss gurus and those concerned citizen and politicians get on the weight loss soap box and scare the public about the rising costs of health care due to obesity, there may be a few holes in the argument.  There’s an elephant in the room no one wants to talk about. Or maybe they’re not allowed to talk about it.</p>
<p>And in the end, the whole obesity issue comes down to personal responsibility.   Personal responsibility for what I choose to eat, drink, or breathe.  Personal responsibility for what exercises I choose to participate.  Personality responsibility to pay my bills.  Personal responsibility to be aware of my physical, mental and spiritual well-being.  Personal responsibility to take care of myself on so many levels. And personal responsibility to support other’s  personal responsibility regardless of their actions or choices and the consequences that follow whether I might agree with their choices or not.  Because once limits are placed on other’s personal responsibility, the snowball starts to pick up momentum.  I might just come back to that personal responsibility issue at some point in the future.</p>
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		<title>Sometimes, Things Don’t Make Sense.</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 27 Aug 2010 16:52:52 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Yesterday, the radio and newspaper reported the city of Saint Petersburg will experience a 7.5% rate increase on water bills beginning in 2011. The reason: during the drought earlier this year when the city encouraged residents to conserve water, residents &#8230; <a href="http://viking1956.wordpress.com/2010/08/27/sometimes-things-don%e2%80%99t-make-sense/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a><img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=viking1956.wordpress.com&amp;blog=14556972&amp;post=95&amp;subd=viking1956&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Yesterday, the radio and newspaper reported the city of Saint Petersburg will experience a 7.5% rate increase on water bills beginning in 2011.  The reason: during the drought earlier this year when the city encouraged residents to conserve water, residents did such a great job of water conservation that the water treatment department lost too much revenue due to the reduced consumption.<br />
What a morale hazard, huh?  I guess next time there’s a drought, no one will take it seriously since conservation, at the city’s request, just leads to increased rates anyway.<br />
What are your thoughts?  Leave a comment to let me know.</p>
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		<title>There’s Just More Of Me To Love (part 2.2)</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 23 Aug 2010 22:21:53 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Again, I didn’t write this but it’s interesting. How do you argue with statistics like these? http://www.globalone.tv/profiles/blogs/bread-kills 1. More than 98 percent of convicted felons are bread users. 2. Fully HALF of all children who grow up in bread-consuming households &#8230; <a href="http://viking1956.wordpress.com/2010/08/23/there%e2%80%99s-just-more-of-me-to-love-part-2-2/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a><img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=viking1956.wordpress.com&amp;blog=14556972&amp;post=91&amp;subd=viking1956&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Again, I didn’t write this but it’s interesting.</p>
<p>How do you argue with statistics like these?</p>
<p>http://www.globalone.tv/profiles/blogs/bread-kills</p>
<p>1. More than 98 percent of convicted felons are bread users.</p>
<p>2. Fully HALF of all children who grow up in bread-consuming households score below average on standardized tests.</p>
<p>3. In the 18th century, when virtually all bread was baked in the home, the average life expectancy was less than 50 years; infant mortality rates were unacceptably high; many women died in childbirth; and diseases such as typhoid, yellow fever, and influenza ravaged whole nations.</p>
<p>4. Every piece of bread you eat brings you nearer to death.</p>
<p>5. Bread is associated with all the major diseases of the body. For example, nearly all sick people have eaten bread. The effects are obviously cumulative:</p>
<p>* 99.9% of all people who die from cancer have eaten bread.<br />
* 100% of all soldiers have eaten bread.<br />
* 96.9% of all Communist sympathizers have eaten bread.<br />
* 99.7% of the people involved in air and auto accidents ate bread within 6 months preceding the accident.<br />
* 93.1% of juvenile delinquents came from homes where bread is served frequently.</p>
<p>6. Evidence points to the long-term effects of bread eating: Of all people born before 1839 who later dined on bread, there has been a 100% mortality rate.</p>
<p>7. Bread is made from a substance called &#8220;dough.&#8221; It has been proven that as little as a teaspoon of dough can be used to suffocate a lab rat. The average American eats more bread than that in one day!</p>
<p>8. Primitive tribal societies that have no bread exhibit a low incidence of cancer, Alzheimer&#8217;s, Parkinson&#8217;s disease, and osteoporosis.</p>
<p>9. Bread has been proven to be addictive. Subjects deprived of bread and being fed only water begged for bread after as little as two days.</p>
<p>10. Bread is often a &#8220;gateway&#8221; food item, leading the user to &#8220;harder&#8221; items such as butter, jelly, peanut butter, and even cold cuts.</p>
<p>11. Bread has been proven to absorb water. Since the human body is more than 90 percent water, it follows that eating bread could lead to your body being taken over by this absorptive food product, turning you into a soggy, gooey bread-pudding person.</p>
<p>12. Newborn babies can choke on bread.</p>
<p>13. Bread is baked at temperatures as high as 400 degrees Fahrenheit! That kind of heat can kill an adult in less than one minute.</p>
<p>14. Most bread eaters are utterly unable to distinguish between significant scientific fact and meaningless statistical babbling.</p>
<p>In light of these frightening statistics, we propose the following bread restrictions:</p>
<p>1. No sale of bread to minors.<br />
2. A nationwide &#8220;Just Say No To Toast&#8221; campaign, complete celebrity TV spots and bumper stickers.<br />
3. A 300 percent federal tax on all bread to pay for all the societal ills we might associate with bread.<br />
4. No animal or human images, nor any primary colors (which may appeal to children) may be used to promote bread usage.<br />
5. The establishment of &#8220;Bread-free&#8221; zones around schools.</p>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 23 Aug 2010 21:52:41 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Once we, the 700 employees of the Ocean Jewel, had completed the Merchant Marine training over the first 4 weeks of our new employment, the remodeling of the ship was supposed to be completed. We were told the ship was &#8230; <a href="http://viking1956.wordpress.com/2010/08/23/abandon-ship/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a><img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=viking1956.wordpress.com&amp;blog=14556972&amp;post=89&amp;subd=viking1956&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Once we, the 700 employees of the Ocean Jewel, had completed the Merchant Marine training over the first 4 weeks of our new employment, the remodeling of the ship was supposed to be completed.  We were told the ship was close to being done and it would only be a day or two until completion so we sat around for a couple days, practicing dealing to each other to keep our skills sharp.  We got to know each other fairly well during the entire time.<br />
A couple days turned into a couple more.  Then a couple more days.  Then we were told once the Coast Guard Evacuation test was completed, we would be finished with all the preliminaries and the boat would set sail.  Another week passed. Then another.  Still, the ship wasn’t ready to go.<br />
At first, management kept telling us, as we were keeping our dealing skills up to par, the wait would only be a day or two.  Then we were told the ship would set sail by the next weekend.  Then two weeks.  Finally, after 4 months of waiting for the ship to be ready, enough had been accomplished to do the final Coast Guard Evacuation Drills.<br />
It turned out, as we all came to work in our normal shorts and t-shirts, the drill was going to be held in the afternoon so we were all send home to put on long pants.  None of us really knew what we were going to have to do to complete the drill, but excitement abounded as the ship would be ready to go operational once this last drill was completed.  So, home we all went returning with long pants protecting our legs.  No one told us to wear long sleeves.<br />
The Coast Guard had some concerns our arms would be exposed but after some negotiations, they agreed to run the drill.  Apparently, the Coast Guard had instructed someone that full body covering would be best but in the confusion, the instructions weren’t passed on to the rest of us.  And to be honest, I don’t think most of us minded the oversight seeing we were going to be able to go to work shortly.<br />
So we gathered inside the Ocean Jewel.  It was evident there were still some minor remodeling projects to be completed but we could tell the boat re-construction was close.  Just get through this drill, whatever it was, and we should be good to go.<br />
It turns out the drill was a test to make sure we could evacuate the ship in an appropriate amount of time.  I have to paint a picture here.  The boat was 8 stories tall which seems fairly high however, 2 stories were under the surface of the water.  The engine room and other maintenance areas live in those two floors.  In the event of an emergency, the patrons and employees had to make their way up to the 7th level which had outdoor areas for some recreational activities and exposed walkways around the outside of the boat.  Lifeboats were on the 7th level attached to big hinged pivots which would need to be released and lowered down so entrance to the lifeboat was even with the 7th floor deck (the 8th floor was the control room floor for the captain and ship crew to pilot the boat). All passengers were to be directed to the 7th floor for evacuation because if the boat is sinking, the safest place to evacuate if from an open area on the boat. Once the life boats were lowered into position, 70 people had to climb through the porthole entrance into the lifeboat which was covered with a permanent covering (again, for protection from the sun should the survivors be stuck out at sea for an extended period) so we had to climb in and find a place to sit.  The inside of the lifeboat was maybe as big as a decent sized living room with little head room to stand up.<br />
We were packed in like sardines.  Sun beating down on the boat cover heated up the little room not to mention the body heat that added to the discomfort.  No bathroom.  Very few windows which were kept closed for the most part.  People sitting on the floor, and on each others&#8217; laps, hip to hip.  The philosophy was better to be uncomfortable than to be swimming in the ocean.  After having gone through it, I’m not so sure.<br />
Anyway, once we all got crammed in, sweating profusely in our long pants, we were lowered the 5 stories to the water surface below and released from the ship.  The lifeboat did have a motor, but it didn’t work.  Or maybe I should say it didn’t work well. They couldn’t get it started initially and had to do some mechanical tinkering but eventually it did get started so we put-put-putted our way back to the dock to unload.  For me, the worst time was waiting my turn to get out.  It seemed to take forever. The fresh cool 90+ degree weather was a welcome relief.<br />
Once that drill had been passed, only one more to go.  This drill was an evacuation onto a floating rescue device I mentioned in a previous blog.  Big 12-15 foot diameter floating tents that inflated once they were dropped overboard, landed in the water and sank about 10 feet.  The natural water pressure at 10 feet triggered a release mechanism that freed the “tent” from its housing and inflated.  So a trained employees would release the hard shell barrel-looking containers into the water, watch them sink a bit and then suddenly, a tented rescue device would pop back up to the surface. Now to get the excess passengers who weren’t in lifeboats into those “tents”.<br />
A large square metal box, attached to the edge of the boat  measured approximately 5’ wide by 5’ deep by 8’ high and housed inside an evacuation slide which wasn’t so much a slide much as a plastic tube that, when deployed, would hang over the side of the boat.  The drill was to get 100 people off the ship through this slide in 5 or 6 minutes (I can’t remember the exact time but it was supposed to go really fast).  We, the employees, were to be the guinea pigs to test out this apparatus.<br />
So, we lined up along the deck of the boat on the 7th Floor, 100 of us, waiting for the starting gun.  We were all coached as to the proper way to approach this “slide” and how to drop ourselves to avoid not getting injured.  Prepared with the information, I became anxious to get this over with. We were instructed to take off our shoes to avoid getting “hung up” on our descent so our shoes sat in big piles on the deck of the 7th floor awaiting our return. I figured a few seconds and it would be over.<br />
The “slide” was actually a black tube approximately 4 feet in diameter and went straight down the side of the boat and then curled away from the boat onto a floating landing platform.  Once we reached the bottom of the slide and were onto the inflated landing platform, we were to crawl across and get inside a waiting rescue “tent”, climb in and wait for rescue.  Seemed simple enough.<br />
After the person in front of me went, I was to sit on the edge of the launching platform (which was really the edge of the ship) looking into this black, dark, plastic tube and wait for the person in charge to tell me to go.  The person in charge was supposed to be communicating with the person on the inflated platform down below so they knew when the previous escapee was clear and it would be safe for me to “ride the chute”.  Once the person in front of me had dropped into the black abyss, I was to quickly sit with my legs over the side of the boat staring at the black chute in front of me. Luckily, the &#8220;chute&#8221; was still attached to the original housing box and would prevent my looking out onto the horizon or down to the waiting landing platform below.  The housing box acted like &#8220;blinders&#8221; preventing anyone to see the ride they were about to embark. Once seated, there was a metal bar about head height which would be used to pull my body weight out and over the edge of the ship and once I was hanging there, I was to let go and down the chute I’d go onto the waiting platform, my arms above my head to avoid my hands getting “hung up” in any of the chute material.<br />
I have to mention, however, the inside of the chute had a lining.  This lining was made of a strong mesh material and acted as a chute within a chute.  It was designed to have a “wiggle” effect so the person dropping down would shift side to side, slowing down their rate of descent to the waiting floating platform below.  In that way, it wasn’t a straight shot down and the final exit was a bit more tolerable.<br />
Sounds simple enough.  Nothing, however, is as easy as it sounds.  The alarms went off signaling we were now being timed and off we went as fast as we could.  The line moved along nicely as each participant sat on the evacuation platform, grabbed a hold of the bar at head height, waited for the “go ahead” signal and launched themselves into the black abyss.  As my turn approached, I could feel my heart beating a little faster, then a little faster again until it was my turn<br />
I was thinking this was going to be like a carnival ride.  I was wrong.  I got in position quite quickly, grabbed the bar in front of me and waited. “Go” I heard and up I pulled, clearing my butt from the edge of the boat, hung for a millisecond and let go, arms above my head.  Down I went, jostling back and forth for a half second before I landed on the slight curve of the tube which lead to the floating landing platform.  But all the way down, my sleeveless elbows rubbed against that mesh lining, burning and ripping the skin from the back of both my arms.  And once I reached the bottom, slightly dazed, I had to crawl to get out of the tube.  That’s when the next person in line dropped on my right ankle, spraining it.  I wasn’t happy, to say the least. Apparently, communication from above and below wasn’t as in sync as I had hoped and the person behind me had been  instructed to go early.<br />
With my sprained ankle, I hobbled  my way on hands and knees over to the floating “tent” alongside the floating landing platform and threw myself into the rescue device.  Already, 30 or so people were inside and the bottom wasn’t solid by any measure.  So moving around inside on that tent floor was challenging at best.  Eventually, however, I maneuvered myself alongside the edge of the device and waited for the drill to be over and hear our results.<br />
Once I was settled, however, I noticed some of my fellow rescue victims were near tears or they were outright crying.  As it turned out, most everyone had “scuffed” their arms going down the “chute” and their arms were bleeding.  While my arms were scuffed and burned like a bad rug burn, others had their skin torn completely off a good portion of the back of their arms.  Water, which pooled on the floor of the rescue device, began turning pink with blood from my fellow employees.  My white socks began taking on some color.<br />
Eventually, 50 of us were inside the “tent” and we were sent away from the platform to allow the next “tent” to sidle up to the platform to get the other 50 evacuees.  So we floated 25 feet from the dock, heating up from the sun and body heat, crying from our injuries or comforting those seriously injured, waiting for the all clear to be called.  10 minutes passed.  20.  30.  45 minutes.  An Hour!!!  It was getting unbearable.<br />
Finally, the all clear was called.  However, no one had given enough thought how we were supposed to get back onto the dock.  So we floated another 10 minutes until someone figured out how to get the “tent” over by the dock.  Of course, they pulled us directly behind the ship where the exhaust from the running engines (to keep air conditioners and generators running) poured into our little enclosed house.  Now, no one could breathe either.  Shouting ensued and the geniuses up top got us away from the exhaust.<br />
Once we were alongside the dock, we had to wait for a ladder to be attached to the side of the dock so we could climb out.  Another 15 minute wait while a ladder was attached with spit and gum (actually ropes).  One by one, we had our chance to climb the ladder in our wet stocking feet.  Only the ladder they devised was metal and the rungs were made of triangular metal bars with the pointed edge of the triangle pointing upwards where we would step in our stocking feet.  The pain of climbing up those 6 rungs was indescribable with my sprained ankle and stocking feet, but I eventually made it up with the help of two guys above who pulled me up the last couple rungs so I wouldn’t have to put too much weight on those triangular rungs.<br />
As it turned out, once the first few people who had disembarked from the rescue device sat on the dock, some of them in tears, management came to realize how damaged their new employees were and contacted ambulances to be at the ready with first aid or take those more severely injured to the nearest emergency room for treatment.  Some dehydration was common.  Most everyone else was just plain pissed off. And to top it off, we couldn’t find our shoes.<br />
Someone had the idea to bring the shoes down from the ship where we had taken them off for this “carnival ride” and set them on the dock.  Only they just dumped the shoes in boxes, carried them down to the dock, and dumped the shoes out in a big pile.  I think everyone had little concern over anyone else’s shoes but their own so as the pile got picked through, the area where shoes were strewn grew bigger and bigger as shoes were tossed around in an attempt to find the match for the currently found lone shoe.  Some people didn’t make any attempt to find anything; they just went home or to the hospital.<br />
I have to say, my arms healed nicely over the next couple weeks.  My ankle also healed without any permanent effects. While I have had a number of experiences extolling the warnings of unexpected consequences, none of those previous experience brought the concept home like this one.  People got physically hurt.  Some significantly.  I wonder why some of those individuals suffering from heat exhaustion and dehydration didn’t have more serious reactions while we floated waiting for the “all clear”.<br />
I have no doubt the drill needed to be done to get the Ocean Jewel to its designated purpose.  But the lack of preparedness on the part of management was perplexing as these individuals were smart folks.  I understand and participated in the excitement of getting the business underway, however, in the excitement and rush to accomplish one thing, needless and significant harm was done on lots of levels.  So I’m hesitant, at best, to see change in any venue as something to “rush” into.  It seems to me, with a little patience and thought, some oppositional thinking and research, most “unintended consequences” can be avoided.</p>
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I moved to Florida in July 2003 after I had secured a blackjack and roulette dealer position on a new casino boat based out of the Port of St Petersburg.  Well, it actually wasn’t a new boat.  This 415 foot 8 story boat had previously operated as a hospital out of the Soviet Union, had run its course and was sold to a group of American investors who had grand plans to “convert” the vessel into a floating casino. The challenges of converting this boat was immense to say the least.<br />
While “The Ocean Jewel” wasn’t as large as a cruise liner, it was big. The inside was completely gutted and rebuilt to meet the specific needs to operating a casino.  The workers used to gut and rebuild the ship were required to be marine construction specialists with special knowledge of boat construction.  These specialty workers were hard to find, expensive and didn’t work with the same productivity schedules as normal construction workers.  Needless to say, the costs of completing a project, then finding the final job didn’t meet marine standards so the job would have to be gutted and rebuilt resulted in significant cost overruns.  Each “challenge” was a learning experience and as time went on, the owners “learned” and eventually made progress getting the remodeling completed.<br />
The business idea was to anchor the boat outside of Florida’s Gulf of Mexico marine jurisdiction in International Waters where gaming was outside Florida Gambling oversight and have a shuttle system to transport employees and patrons back and forth on regular intervals to the main ship. So in actuality, there were 3 or 4 large boats in play.<br />
I knew when I accepted the position I would be required to take specific classes meeting safety needs.  I didn’t realize the classes would make me a Merchant Marine.  I believe I wasn’t the only new hire unaware of the requirements.  On the first day of “work”, which is to say all the new hires including dealers, management, drink servers, bar tenders, cooks, security, and anyone else who would hold a position on the ship, over 700 people gathered in one place to start their new job and I don’t think one of them knew we would be going through Merchant Marine training.<br />
Management knew we were all going to have to complete the Merchant Marine training so they hired a company to train all of us at once which was no easy task.  To graduate 700 people in 4 weeks was aggressive to say the least.  And while we were in our classes, construction was to be completed on the ship so the timing was a big component to get the casino up and running.<br />
There were 10 classes consisting of some normal training areas like cpr, basic first aid, use of fire extinguishers, life preservers, etc.  Two classes stick out in my mind though that wouldn’t fall into any “normal” category; the “Gumby” suit and “The Smoke Crawl”. I don’t want to go through those two classes again.<br />
Now remember, this is July.  Hot, hot, hot.  Temperatures into the high 90’s everyday with the heat index running well over 100 degrees resulted in comfortable dress meaning shorts and sandals and t-shirts for the most part.  Oh, sure, there was the occasional halter top and crop top that garnered lots of attention from the men at first but after awhile no one really noticed anymore.<br />
So during the course requirements, we had to complete the “Smoke Crawl” which was a simulated obstacle course meant to allow us to “practice” crawling on the ground.under the “smoke line” should there be a fire on the ship and find unconscious or injured persons who needed to be evacuated from the ship.  To accomplish this necessary task, however, we had to equip ourselves with full fire garb consisting of fire retardant pants and coat, boots, gloves, an oxygen tank on our backs connected to a face mask for breathing, and a fire hat (the kind regular fire fighters wear).  To assist in the “simulation”, the face plate on the mask was “blacked out” with some kind of maker to simulate low visibility conditions. I didn’t realize this gear weighs about 80 pounds so the physical nature of the “crawl” was intense.<br />
Now add to the fact there were only a limited number of suits available.  Certainly, the class instructors weren’t able to supply 700 suits so we would have to “share”. In 90+ degree weather, I don’t care how fit anyone is, they’re going to sweat their butt off in those suits.  The second and sometimes third group to go through the class per day found a heavy, wet, stinky suit waiting for them.  Just that would have been unpleasant enough.<br />
The obstacle course consisted of highway construction dividers set up to form a “maze” of sorts; hallway, doorways leading to a larger “room” type space, etc.  Our mission, should we decide to accept it (and of course, if we were to work there, we accepted it) was to crawl on the ground, in the simulated dark, along the edges of the “hallways and rooms spaces” hoping to bump into a couple of bodies which was planted a various places in the maze.  Once we found one, we had to evacuate the body to safety by crawling and dragging the “unconscious” person.<br />
We did this in groups of 4 so we were required to hold on to the leg of the person crawling in front of us so we didn’t lose any of the party.  So, into the sweaty, stinky, sticky suit I go, all buttoned up, put on my mask and helmet and get on my knees with my group at the beginning of the maze.  I made it approximately 20 feet before claustrophobia took over and I had to bow out.  Well, actually, in my paniced state (and for anyone who has never experienced claustrophobia, it is a state of severe panic), I had to get the people behind me to crawl around me to keep the “chain” of crawlers linked before I could take off my mask, stand up and breathe.  I couldn’t get that gear off fast enough.  I suspect part of it was heat exhaustion or dehydration.  The tanks on our backs weren’t in operation due to the cost of refilling the tanks so we would be breathing our exhaled air so that may have been a contributor also. Maybe the smell of the suit itself contributed. In any event, I guess my 20 feet, which felt like 5 miles, was enough to pass the class.  Or the supervisors were very lenient.  In any event, the remaining crawlers in my group found the two dummies and got them out.  Good for them is all I can say.<br />
Shortly after that came the “Gumby” suits.  A “Gumby” suit is a fitted floatation device which is supposed to prevent hypothermia when a person is in cold water.  Interestingly enough, even though the water in Gulf of Mexico stays fairly warm, even 60 to 70 degree water can kill a person within a very short time because water sucks the heat out of the human body at an alarming rate.  So the idea is the “Gumby” suit, which allows water into the suit, floats on the surface and the person’s body heat warms the water in the suit to extend the amount of survival time.  The only two real differences between the suit and the original Gumby is the color (the suits are red for easy identification from a distance) and the headpiece doesn’t have the “point” on the left side of the head.  Otherside, even the feet look like Gumby.  Mittens are sewn onto the sleeves.<br />
“Gumby” suits are more expensive than Fire Suits so again a limited number were available in various sizes.  I found one I could fit into without difficulty, though.  So we all put on our suit and waded into the water.  Of course, since the suit is buoyant, I could only walk out to about my hips before my feet floated up from under me and I was floating on my back.  Thankfully, I was on my back because once in the water, it’s difficult to maneuver.  It would also difficult to “flip over” if I had happened to be on my stomach in the water, which of course is “bad” since my face would be underwater.<br />
My first reaction was to try to stand up which of course was nearly impossible.  Water flooded into the suit as it was supposed to do.  And I learned quickly, if I just relaxed, I would float as nice as you please.  Actually it was kinda nice.  For about 30 seconds.  Then the sun began to heat up the suit seeing I was floating on the surface of the water and the suit really isn’t designed to be used in hot weather.  In July, the Gulf of Mexico warms up to 80+ degrees which is what spawns hurricanes throughout the summer and into fall (Nov 15th is the end of hurricane season here). It started to feel like I was in a pot with the water heating up around me.  Which it’s supposed to do.  I just didn’t want to get boiled alive, however.<br />
If I let fresh water into the suit, though, it would cool me off so I started cycling water, letting the water heat up, then wiggling around, forcing the hot water out replacing it with cooler water from the Gulf. In the end, I was ok.<br />
There were several of us out there floating around and we had to do some maneuvers which consisted of doing the back stroke to find each other and create a “chain” of Gumby’s for easy spotting by the search and rescue team that would be looking for us.  We were all able to do that without much difficulty.  And overall, it seemed ok.  Until……<br />
I’m sure every person who puts on one of those suits and gets into the water has to urinate at some point.  It’s like running water.  Makes you have to pee.  So, my first reaction was I needed to get out of the suit and go find a bush or tree.  But the instructors informed us we were supposed to go right in the suit.  It helps keep the water temperature warm.  Well, one after another, we started laughing as we all announced we had met the “urination” requirement.  And then we figured out we weren’t the first to use those suits so it grossed most everyone out.<br />
Too late to do anything about it now, though.  A few more “exercises” and we’d be done.  We paddled around for a while and then the instructors brought out a rescue device.  Now, remember, the training is for the most extreme circumstances meaning being out 1000 miles from land with rescue attempts sometimes taking days.  Even though the ship I would be working in was only 9 miles offshore, which is relatively close for a rescue attempt, we were being trained for the “worse case scenario”. So the rescue device was designed to provide shelter from the elements.<br />
Actually, it looked like a floating camping tent.  There was a large inflatable donut around the edge approximately 12 feet across with an attacked floor and a domed cover to keep the sun from frying those inside.  A small zippered door allowed accident survivors to get in and out.  And there was a small window on the other side of the “tent” for ventilation.<br />
So we all backstroked as a chain to the entryway to the rescue tent.  And one by one, with the help of everyone, Gumbys start to enter the device which was significantly more difficult than it sounds.  I didn’t really understand why until it was my turn.  At the doorway, I could hoist my upper body up so my chest was over the inflated donut. That was as far as my strength would let me climb in.  As it turns out, as I raised my upper body over the inflated donut, all the water in my suit would flow down to my feet.  I would bet there was 50 gallons of water in my legs and feet after I lifted up my torso.<br />
Of course, once the water is in, there’s really no way to get it out without taking off the suit.  As I later realized, taking off the suit was an exercise in contortionism.  Eventually, though, with the help of four big guys, two inside and two outside, I somehow get enough of me into the rescue device so the instructor passed me.  In the end, however, I stayed outside the tent and floated alongside it, holding on so when the “tent” was rescued, I was still attached.<br />
I did notice, as I had half my body inside the tent, however, the temperature inside the tent was well over 100 degrees.  The sun was heating up the inside like an oven.  So, in the end, I was glad I got to stay outside.<br />
Once, the group of us had made our attempts to enter the tent, we were done and could go get out of those suits.  Those inside the tent slipped back into the water and we backstroke our way back to shore (all of about 20 or 30 feet) and when our butts hit the sand, we could sit up.  I scooted up further so the Gulf water was actually just covering my legs.  Sitting up, we could unzip our suits and take off the hood, wiggle and wriggle like crazy to try to free our arms and after an exhaustive process, the stupid thing finally dropped from my shoulders.  I never knew 90 degree weather could feel so cool.<br />
So, with the suit down to my waist, I figured I would stand up, feeling nice and refreshed from the cool air, and walk to shore to free my legs.  I did get to a standing position in about 5 minutes of rolling over, kneeling, crawling, floating, etc.  And once I was in a standing position, with only 5 to 10 feet to be completely out of the water, I tried to walk.  Each leg still held about 10 gallons of water making walking a serious strain.  But finally standing on shore, with the suit around my waist, I started to pull off the remainder of the suit from my legs.  Water mixed with old urine just boiled out as the suit started to come off.  And with the help of a few classmates, I finally got my legs and feet free.<br />
Once I was freed, I went to the rescue of my classmates who were thankfully having the same difficulty I had just experienced.  I was glad they had the same old urine water in their suit too.  And then we all collapsed on the beach in the shade and took a short nap.<br />
Once we had all completed the 10 classes, we thought we were done.  No such luck, there.  We still had the “ship evacuation” to complete before the ship would be able to set sail.  That story is for another day.</p>
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		<title>There’s Just More Of Me To Love (part 2.1)</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[I didn’t write this. I certainly is interesting, though Small snippet from the website on the dangers of Di-hydrogen Monoxide http://www.dhmo.org/facts.html What are some of the dangers associated with DHMO? Each year, Dihydrogen Monoxide is a known causative component in &#8230; <a href="http://viking1956.wordpress.com/2010/08/04/there%e2%80%99s-just-more-of-me-to-love-part-2-1/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a><img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=viking1956.wordpress.com&amp;blog=14556972&amp;post=53&amp;subd=viking1956&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I didn’t write this.  I certainly is interesting, though</p>
<p>Small snippet from the website on the dangers of Di-hydrogen Monoxide</p>
<p>http://www.dhmo.org/facts.html</p>
<p>What are some of the dangers associated with DHMO? Each year, Dihydrogen Monoxide is a known causative component in many thousands of deaths and is a major contributor to millions upon millions of dollars in damage to property and the environment. Some of the known perils of Dihydrogen Monoxide are:</p>
<p>* Death due to accidental inhalation of DHMO, even in small quantities.<br />
* Prolonged exposure to solid DHMO causes severe tissue damage.<br />
* Excessive ingestion produces a number of unpleasant though not typically life-threatening side-effects.<br />
* DHMO is a major component of acid rain.<br />
* Gaseous DHMO can cause severe burns.<br />
* Contributes to soil erosion.<br />
* Leads to corrosion and oxidation of many metals.<br />
* Contamination of electrical systems often causes short-circuits.<br />
* Exposure decreases effectiveness of automobile brakes.<br />
* Found in biopsies of pre-cancerous tumors and lesions.<br />
* Given to vicious dogs involved in recent deadly attacks.<br />
* Often associated with killer cyclones in the U.S. Midwest and elsewhere, and in hurricanes including deadly storms in Florida, New Orleans and other areas of the southeastern U.S.<br />
* Thermal variations in DHMO are a suspected contributor to the El Nino weather effect.</p>
<p>What are some uses of Dihydrogen Monoxide? Despite the known dangers of DHMO, it continues to be used daily by industry, government, and even in private homes across the U.S. and worldwide. Some of the well-known uses of Dihydrogen Monoxide are:</p>
<p>* as an industrial solvent and coolant,<br />
* in nuclear power plants,<br />
* by the U.S. Navy in the propulsion systems of some older vessels,<br />
* by elite athletes to improve performance,<br />
* in the production of Styrofoam,<br />
* in biological and chemical weapons manufacture,<br />
* in the development of genetically engineering crops and animals,<br />
* as a spray-on fire suppressant and retardant,<br />
* in so-called &#8220;family planning&#8221; or &#8220;reproductive health&#8221; clinics,<br />
* as a major ingredient in many home-brewed bombs,<br />
* as a byproduct of hydrocarbon combustion in furnaces and air conditioning compressor operation,<br />
* in cult rituals,<br />
* by the Church of Scientology on their members and their members&#8217; families (although surprisingly, many members recently have contacted DHMO.org to vehemently deny such use),<br />
* by both the KKK and the NAACP during rallies and marches,<br />
* by members of Congress who are under investigation for financial corruption and inappropriate IM behavior,<br />
* by the clientele at a number of bath houses in New York City and San Francisco,<br />
* historically, in Hitler&#8217;s death camps in Nazi Germany, and in prisons in Turkey, Serbia, Croatia, Libya, Iraq and Iran,<br />
* in World War II prison camps in Japan, and in prisons in China, for various forms of torture,<br />
* during many recent religious and ethnic wars in the Middle East,<br />
* by many terrorist organizations including al Quaeda,<br />
* in community swimming pools to maintain chemical balance,<br />
* in day care centers, purportedly for sanitary purposes,<br />
* by software engineers, including those producing DICOM programmer APIs and other DICOM software tools,<br />
* by popular computer science professors,<br />
* by the semi-divine King Bhumibol of Thailand and his many devoted young working girls in Bangkok,<br />
* by the British Chiropractic Association and the purveyors of the bogus treatments that the BCA promotes,<br />
* by commodities giant Trafigura in their well-publicized and widely-known toxic-waste dumping activities in Ivory Coast,<br />
* in animal research laboratories, and<br />
* in pesticide production and distribution.</p>
<p>What you may find surprising are some of the products and places where DHMO is used, but which for one reason or another, are not normally made part of public presentations on the dangers to the lives of our family members and friends. Among these startling uses are:</p>
<p>* as an additive to food products, including jarred baby food and baby formula, and even in many soups, carbonated beverages and supposedly &#8220;all-natural&#8221; fruit juices<br />
* in cough medicines and other liquid pharmaceuticals,<br />
* in spray-on oven cleaners,<br />
* in shampoos, shaving creams, deodorants and numerous other bathroom products,<br />
* in bathtub bubble products marketed to children,<br />
* as a preservative in grocery store fresh produce sections,<br />
* in the production of beer by all the major beer distributors,<br />
* in the coffee available at major coffee houses in the US and abroad,<br />
* in Formula One race cars, although its use is regulated by the Formula One Racing Commission, and<br />
* as a target of ongoing NASA planetary and stellar research.</p>
<p>One of the most surprising facts recently revealed about Dihydrogen Monoxide contamination is in its use as a food and produce &#8220;decontaminant.&#8221; Studies have shown that even after careful washing, food and produce that has been contaminated by DHMO remains tainted by DHMO.</p>
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