Monday, November 11, 2013

Ooooh, Surprise, Surprise, Surprise...


Fat little murderer Georgie "Porky" Zimmerman stiffed his attorneys!


Porky, who has managed to evade a murder conviction thanks to Florida's Make My Day Law, has since attracted even more attention from the po-po, including numerous traffic stops where he asks if the cop recognizes him from TV. Personally, if I were still a cop, I might be tempted to view that as a threat: "I've killed before and gotten away with it..."

Now, he's managed to get in trouble yet again. After showing up at the home of his estranged wife, Shellie "I've never met a dessert I didn't like" Zimmerman, with a gun, his attorney told the court that he would no longer represent the fat little turdball.

Because the fat little turdball has yet to pay his attorney.

This is despite his legal defense having pulled in more than $300,000 (as of January).

The money went for things like bail (which, having been returned upon his acquittal, should have gone back into the pot), private security (gun nut doesn't want to be approached by someone who may be...well, armed? ... and who might fear Porky? ... and who might shoot his pudgy little ass? ... and then claim he was "standing his ground'?), and -- last but certainly least -- almost $62,000 for eight months of living expenses. That means, for 12 months of living expenses, Quick-Draw Gonzalez would need about $93,000. Ninety-three thousand dollars. Burritos must be awfully expensive in his neck of the woods.

Now, all of those contributions to the Ruger Bandito came from fellow gun nuts, militia members, racists, and other typical redneck scum.

Be interesting to see what they do to Turdball when they finally figure out that HE SCREWED THEM ROYALLY.

Nice knowin' ya, turdball. Not.


Haz-Mat... It's No Laughing Matter...


Well, yes, yes it is.

Sometimes.

This just showed up on Facebook, from one of the emergency management types:

Owly Images



This ranks right up there with the "Pink Shirt Guy"


 
 
HE shows up in just about every Haz-Mat PowerPoint I've ever seen.  Although, to be fair to PSG, if the crew is going to be taping their boots and gloves and wearing respirators, they should probably have their hoods on too.*
 
 
 
*Not that I have any haz mat training above awareness level. I simply use the rule of thumb: if I'm close enough so that I can't cover the entire scene with my thumb... I'm too freakin' close!!
 


Good Morning, Minnesota!


 


I've been getting a fair number of visits from the communities of Owatonna and West Concord, MN. I use the free version of Site Meter, so I don't know if these are repeat or unique visitors, but it doesn't really matter.

Hi, folks, thank you for stopping by. Feel free to poke around and see what's here: everything from fire history to music to politics and pets. Comments are always welcome*.

From reading so many John Sandford books, sounds like I'm missing out by not visiting out there... seems like it's every bit as nice as Maine (albeit with a different regional accent).

Oh, and feel free to tell your friends!


* Unless they're spam comments about vacations in Uruguay or body-part enlargement, of course.

Friday, November 08, 2013

Gimme That Old Time Music


In honor of the 33rd Annual Mid Coast EMS Conference, in Rockport, Maine.


This is from the two-hour pilot. Notice the original Squad 51, and the rest of the classic vehicles. You'll also notice that Martin Milner and Kent McCord (Malloy and Reed from Adam-12) appear. Not surprising, as Emergency! was a spin-off of Adam-12, which in turn was spun off from Dragnet.

A potential spin-off from Emergency! that failed was called 905-Wild, about some LA County Animal Control officers. That one starred Mark Harmon, David Huddleston, and Gary Crosby (Bing's son).
_____________________

When Emergency! debuted in 1972, the whole field of EMS was only a couple of years old. Previously, emergency medical care -- such as it was -- was provided by attendants with roughly 40 hours of Advanced First Aid, and maybe CPR. The vehicles were usually modified station wagons, operated by the local funeral homes (putting in the crews in an interesting situation - take the person to the hospital, or perhaps pick up the funeral?), or by civic groups like the American Legion, or Lions clubs.

Cadillac was the most popular make, but there were others like Pontiac, Chevrolet, Packard, and De Soto.



Some were barely-modified hearses:



Some very progressive services did use vans early on... here's a 1962 Chevy Corvair:



As the old wagons were being phased out, we started using vehicles like the Chevy Suburban or the International Travel-All:


 
 
As you can imagine, there wasn't a whole hell of a lot of room inside to work on patients. Not that it really mattered, since all we did at the time was advanced first aid - no IVs, usually no CPR, certainly nothing like intubation.
 
 
And what do we have these days?
 
 



Gawd, I'm starting to feel like Mustang Bobby with all the classic vehicle pix...

Thursday, November 07, 2013

Guns and Racism... No Connection. None Whatsoever.



Via skippy... 

"racism linked to gun ownership" 

Whodathunkit? [All emphasis added] 

A new study of symbolic racism among white American voters yielded strong links between latent biases toward blacks and increased favor of gun ownership and oppositions toward gun control.

Wow, that's is a "stop-the-press" moment... that the small-penis-compensation-device-loving crowd would also be jealous of the stereotypical big black jungle dick?



Published in the journal PLoS One, the study used voter data of white Americans that, after accounting for political ideology, income, and education, still revealed startling connections between racism and gun ownership. For every one point increase in symbolic racism — measured on a five-point scale — the chance someone had a gun in the home rose by 50 percent, and the chance the respondent supported policies that allowed people to carry concealed guns rose by 28 percent.

This would certainly explain the South. As BadTux and others have pointed out, the Southern social norms have traditionally included slavery -- which is racism in it's purest form -- and violence to keeps the slaves from rebelling. When one couples that with the still-extant desire to secede and rebuild the Confederacy, it's obvious that disarming the rednecks isn't going to happen.



"We were initially surprised that no one had studied this issue before,” said study co-author Dr. Dermot Lynott, from Lancaster University, in a statement. “However, the U.S. government cut research funding for gun-related research over decade and a half ago, so research in this area has been somewhat suppressed." 

Well, yes, the funding was cut at the demand of the National Feckin Rifle Association, since they didn't want folks to realize that the gun nuts were also racist bastards (among their many other un-American failings). God forbid anyone should think that guns.. oh, I don't know, kill people?!?

Gun control debates are set against a bleak backdrop of school shootings, homicides, suicides, and gun violence in a country that routinely tops the list for most gun-related deaths in a given year. A study performed earlier this year found that the more guns a U.S. state owns directly relates to an increased homicide rate. Covering 30 years from 1981 to 2010, and controlling for a laundry list of variables, it is the largest and most comprehensive study to date examining homicide’s relationship to gun ownership. 

Part of the answer is simply freedom. Americans whose family is steeped in the traditions of southern conservatism tend to enjoy exercising their second amendment Constitutional right. Another is irrationality, or an ignorance of the facts. Gun ownership often proceeds under the assumption that one will be attacked. So people buy guns fearing someone else will use one on them, despite the supposed closeness of people inhabiting gun-heavy regions. 

And if there is anywhere on Earth that epitomizes “irrationality” and “ignorance,” it is the disease-ridden Trashcanistan hellhole home of our Bible-thumpin’, hooker-humpin’, sister-marryin’, rifle-rack-in-the-pickmup wingnut “breathren” below the Mason-Dixie line.  



This whole concept of "home defense" lead Mrs. Lanza in Newtown to buy a poopload of weapons to protect herself. How did THAT work out for ya, Mrs. L?



The present study also found associations in their data between opposition to gun controls and conservatism, anti-government sentiment, party identification, and being from a southern state. Even controlling for these factors, the team found racism associated with gun control opposition and gun ownership. 

Yeah, I’d say that pretty much covers it.
 
To be fair, though, it's not just the Southern racists that are frickin lunatics. Here in Maine, we've had small-penis-compensators like David Marsters, who advocated the assassination of our President; Steve Collins, who advocated the assassination of our President; we have the Maine Tea Party Patriots -- the ones who support Fat-Ass Paul LePage, he of more chins than a Chinatown phone book; the National Socialist American Labor Party, a buncha neo-Nazi twats and Volksfront, representing the racist skinhead crowd. Every one of these assholes keeps agitating for unfettered access to firearms... especially assault rifles.
 
Since they're such firm believers in guns...
 
They oughta be shot.
 
 
 

 

 

What the Burned Out Medic Sez...


He nailed it on the head.

In a sentence, we drop everything else to respond to other people’s requests for assistance no matter what time it is, how dangerous or safe the neighborhood is, what good or evil or crazy people with or without weapons are at the scene, how clean or disgusting the residence – on fire or not – is, what funky bodily fluids are smeared or not smeared all over someone, and we do what is necessary to get things done, regardless of how much we do or don’t want to do it.


Yup, that pretty much covers it.

Wednesday, November 06, 2013

Sports? Here?? Well, Yeah, Sorta...


If you've read this blog for more than about three minutes, you'll know I'm not a sports fan. The lovely yet talented Mrs618 could tell you I don't have the faintest idea whether Payton Manning is a shortstop or point guard. I couldn't give a rat's rectum about the Stanley Cup (and I have no idea what A Streetcar Named Desire has to do with hockey) or the Super Bowl or any of the other sports extravaganzas.

But, for these guys, I'll make an exception and post something about sports.

 
As we say in New York,
 
"Ya done good, guys, real good."
 
 


Tuesday, November 05, 2013

Gimme That Old Time Music


The lovely yet talented Mnozil Brass, an Austrian septet.


This concept works much better than I would have thought... an all-brass-and-vocal cover of Queen's classic Bohemian Rhapsody.

Monday, November 04, 2013

Gimme That Old Time Music - Bonus


Bonus ...

The lovely yet talented Maya Caballero...

 
 
 

Gimme That Old Time Music


The lovely yet talented Stephanie Trick.

It should be illegal for one person to be so young, so talented, and so cute, all at the same time.

 
 
She is one of those obnoxious* people who can play just about anything -- stride, boogie, ragtime, Bach -- and make it look easy.
 
 
* Of course, it's only obnoxious to those of us who can only play a stereo...**
 
** Yes, I'm jealous.
 
 


Oh, HELL, No.


According to NBC Nightly News, the moronic losers at TSA have decided they want to arm some of the TSA goons, in response to yesterday's shooting at LAX.

As you know, I'm not a big fan of TSA. In fact, I regard them as a buncha moronic loser thieving perverts. For example, see these previous posts.

And to prove I'm not alone, if one Googles "tsa screeners arrested," you find 202,000+ hits. They've been grabbed for theft, sexual assault, and all sorts of other crimes of moral turpitude.

Plus, they're completely in-freakin-competent: they can't find bombs or guns in luggage... hell, they couldn't find a frickin BABY that went through one of their Xray machines.

One of those loser screeners will grope some woman's breasts *, she'll complain about it... and he'll shoot her ass.

And they want GUNS?!?



 
 
* And that came from LewRockwell.com, which is far to the right of Faux, Frothy Santorum, and most of the rest of Teabagistan.

Sunday, November 03, 2013

as the lovely yet talented skippy would say...


...say hello to "ambulance ranger."

In all honesty, I don't know how skippy can do a zillion blogposts without a single capital letter.

Ambulance Ranger is a Ranger/EMT/Paramedic in training out on the left coast. The impression I get is that she works for the NPS and hence, has her hands full even without medic school.

She has been kind enough to add me to her "waiting list" of blogs she wants to read, which leaves me feeling kinda honored. Of course I'm adding hers to mine.

Good luck in medic school, and stay safe on the job!

I. Am. EVIL.


A few years back, when we were still in Michigan, I set the picture below as my desktop, then called our IT crew to tell them I had some weird error message on my screen. The tech -- fresh out of college -- looked at it and said, "I've never seen anything like this before."



Saturday, November 02, 2013

Poor Aunt Lavinia...


My Aunt Lavinia hasn't been feeling well for the past couple of weeks, so we called the doctor. The doctor stopped to see her (yes, in Maine, doctors still make house calls). When he was done, he asked for a glass of water, so we steered him out to the well (there are still some things lacking here at Chez618). The doctor was leaning over a little too far, and fell into the well.

I pulled him out and told him to treat the sick, and leave the well alone.

(H/T Max Morath, the ragtime pianist I mentioned here)

Friday, November 01, 2013

It's That Time of Year...


Don't have your story show up on This Date in Fire History. Change your clock, change your battery.


(Swiped from the Maine Fire Chiefs Association Facebook page. I hope they don't mind)

Schticks of One, Pottersville Edition


Usually, I use this tag for my own conglomeration of bits and pieces that I don't feel like turning into full posts.

The lovely yet talented Jurassic Pork has done his own turn on this theme.

I especially like numbers three and four:

Thanks to the GOP cutting SNAP benefits, last night I had kids showing up at my door begging me for meat and vegetables.
Last night, Paul Ryan threw all his candy on his roof then told kids, "Wait for it to trickle down."


Yup, that sounds like them.

(And if you could toss some coinage their way, they'd appreciate it)

*NO* Frickin Sympathy.


None.

Ronald Phillips, who was convicted of raping and killing his girlfriend's three-year-old daughter, wants his execution delayed*.

Ronald Phillips
CONVICTED RAPIST
and BABY MURDERER
 
Gee, whiz, Ronnie. You think maybe your girlfriend's little girl might have liked having her death postponed? By about 75 years?
 
 
As the lovely yet talented Mrs618 asked, "You think maybe she didn't want your fully-grown penis in her three-year-old body?"
 
 
Hey, Ronnie...
 
 
DIE SLOWLY AND PAINFULLY, ASSHOLE.
 
Don't want to be executed?
 
THEN MAYBE YOU SHOULDN'T HAVE RAPED AND MURDERED A CHILD!!
 
 
*He says he "deserves" a reprieve because Ohio uses lethal injection... and he's afraid of needles. Cry me a frickin river, jerkwad. 

Friday, October 25, 2013

Some Changes at 618Rants


I have spent virtually my entire working life trying to help people, to make them safe, to make sure they go home to their loved ones at night. All too often, though, I put the needs of the many ahead of the needs of the few, or of the one, as Mr. Spock might say. My career in law enforcement and private-sector security cost me two marriages, a couple of intervening relationships, and almost cost me my life. It left me an alcoholic, vicious, mean, bigoted bastard; it took me almost twenty years to recover from that (I haven't done any drinking since 1989, and had it not been for the lovely yet talented Mrs618, I might never have recovered).

More recently, I've been engaged in firefighting and yet another round in EMS (my third). Because these are paid-on-call jobs, they weren't as time-consuming as police work, but I still tried my very best.

No more.

A couple of things happened yesterday, including hearing my alcoholic, psychologically-abusive father tell my drunk junkie brother that HE was the reliable one... after the lovely yet talented Mrs618 and I left a pair of $50,000-a-year jobs and moved to Maine to take care of my parents. After I've been fixing their house -- at MY expense -- for six years. After putting myself in the hospital a bunch of times with exhaustion, chest pains, bad knees, pneumonias, and a few things that looked like strokes or heart attacks.

Plus, I've been getting some really snotty emails from the local logistics person at the Red Cross, who seems to feel it is MY job to verify all the logistical issues for a class (if that is the case, why do we pay a full-time logistics person? And what does she do to earn her keep?).

I lay awake all night, thinking about things. About 4:00 AM, I felt a door close, then I got really cold, then everything just kind of mellowed out.

I had made my decisions:

  • No more caring about anybody other than the lovely yet talented Mrs618, Emily (the Lab), Joey (the cat), and my son.
  • I will continue to do the best job I can with the FD and EMS, but that's all it is now, a job. If you live, fine. If you don't, well, sucks to be you.
  • Someone else can do the 14 or 15 different functions I'd been filling at the Red Cross for the last six years, including getting up in the middle of the night to go to house fires (I'll still go for the FD, cause they pay me).
  • No feelings, no emotion, no empathy, no sympathy. Talk to the hand, dude.
  • Ditto with their cultural norms, belief systems, languages, religions or other ethnic crap. You live in the United States, you adjust to OUR way of life. You don't like it? Go back to Trashcanistan.
  • I'm not going to worry about watching my tongue anymore. Fat-Ass Paul LePage is a fat-assed teabagging douchbag. So is his fat-assed daughter. So is Rafael Eduardo Hijo de Puta Cruz, Canadian-born anchor baby spawn of cigar-sucking Cuban émigré, Castro supporter and Desi Arnaz wannabe Rafael Bienvenido Chinga tu Madre Cruz. So is Bible Spice and her oxygen-thief brood. And all the other cretinous yahoos who need to chlorinate their little corners of the gene pool, like the various Kardashians: Kleenex, Klepto, Klamato, and Klimax. Half of those fucks oughta be shot. Hell, most of 'em oughta be shot.
I don't know if this blog is going to continue. I may post again, I may not. I don't know.

For those who have stopped by and commented in the past -- the folks like BadTux, Jurassic Pork, The Dark Wraith*, skippy the bush kangaroo, the gone-but-not-forgotten Firestarter5 -- thank you. You gave me the encouragement to continue, and you let me think that maybe I had something worthwhile to offer. For the newer folks, the medical and fire service folks like Michael Morse, Justin Schorr, and Curt Varone, we may not agree on everything, but we tried. By God, we tried. To the folks on the old Yahoo wildlife groups, DLP in particular, thank you for the encouragement (and the occasional ball-busting).

BTW, I've said it before, and I'll say it again: Jurassic Pork and his missus are in pretty tough financial straits; if you can toss a few coins his way, please do. They really do deserve to have a roof over their heads.

* The Dark Wraith has been missing in action for a couple of years now, and Google is now showing his old site (and the companion site BigBrassBlog) as possibly infected with malware, so no links. DW, if you should happen to see this, you are missed. Same for Firestarter5.

_

Speaking of Cats...


 
 
Mr618, the non-cat, non-owned, non-penguin...

Heard Around the Barn...


I was working on the engine outside the Station a few days ago, when I noticed a little girl nearby in a little red wagon with little ladders hung off the sides and a garden hose tightly coiled in the middle.

The girl was wearing a firefighter's helmet.

The wagon was being pulled by her dog and her cat.

I walked over to take a closer look.

'That sure is a nice fire truck,' I said with admiration.

'Thanks,' the girl replied. The firefighter looked a little closer. The girl had tied the wagon to her dog's collar and to the cat's testicles.

'Little partner,' I said, 'I don't want to tell you how to run your rig, but if you were to tie that rope around the cat's collar, I think you could go faster. '

The little girl replied thoughtfully, 'You're probably right, but then I wouldn't have a siren.'

    Friday, October 18, 2013

    This Date in Fire History: Oct 17, 1966, The Wonder Drug Store Fire

    I must have been brain-cramping like mad yesterday. I meant to post this, but forgot all about it.

    Which is inexcusable.

    Twelve firefighters died, twelve wives lost their husbands (and breadwinners), AND 32 CHILDREN LOST THEIR FATHERS.

    And I forgot to post this.
    ____________________

    From the New York Times, Oct 17, 2006:

    It is Oct. 17, 1966, and Vinny Dunn, a 31-year-old lieutenant in the Fire Department, is sprinting east on 23rd Street to get his orders on working the rear of a burning building on East 22nd.
    He reaches a chief who orders him and his engine company into an adjacent building. Then the chief turns and orders another young lieutenant, Joseph Priore, to have his company pull a hose line into the Wonder Drug store on 23rd Street, which backed up to the burning building. Lieutenant Priore and the men of Engine 18 disappear inside, never to be seen alive again. They were lost in a floor collapse, which killed 12 firefighters, including the commander who ordered the men in, Deputy Chief Thomas A. Reilly.
    Among them, the dead men left 12 widows and 32 children. It took 14 hours to dig out the dead. Until Sept. 11, 2001, it was the heaviest loss of life in the Fire Department’s history. A lengthy inquiry showed that a cellar wall had been moved, leaving the drugstore’s five-inch-thick terrazzo floor unsupported and vulnerable to collapse.
    This was yet another watershed moment for FDNY, in that it opened the city's eyes to the dangers of illegal building renovations (a cellar wall had been moved,  leading to the collapse of the building).

    For once, we do not have the usual suspects to blame: overcrowding, flammable decorations, insufficient exits, etc. This time, it's just greed - moving a wall to increase storage space, without shoring up the ceiling.


    Left to right, top to bottom:
     
    LT John J Finley, L-7
    LT Joseph Priore, E-18
    DC Thomas A Reilly, 3rd Div
    BC Walter J Higgins, 7th Batt
    Fr Bernard A Tepper, E-18
    Fr Daniel L Rey, E-18 (probationary)
    Fr James V Galanaugh, E-18
    Fr Joseph Kelly, E-18
    Fr Carl Lee, L-7
    Fr John G Berry, L-7
    Fr William F McCarron, 3rd Div
    Fr Rudolph F Kaminski, L-7
     
     
    And, as always, the firefighters stood by their fallen:
     
    

    10,000 firefighters -- ten thousand -- from across the country turned out for the funerals, including firefighters from Anchorage, Alaska, and San Francisco. There were 500 who came from Boston alone.

    Thursday, October 10, 2013

    Exactly!


    From the lovely yet talented Mrs618...


    Heh, indeedy.

    Sunday, September 22, 2013

    Schticks of One...


    ...Half a dozen of the other...

     
    (I've been using this tag for a few years, but didn't
    see someone had posted this last year...)
     
     
    Y'know, if it hadn't been for Spike Jones and Victor Borge and Allan Sherman, there might never have been a Weird Al Yankovic.
    


    I. My Dream Job

    One that I could never qualify for, but what the hell.


    Tillerman on a hook and ladder (that's the guy steering the wheels on the trailer).


    II. Heard Around The Barn

    Senior Guy: "What kind of lights did Noah have on the Ark?"
    Junior Guy: "I dunno..."
    Senior Guy: "Flood lights, of course."


    III. Pet Blogging

    Not by me, but by Michael Morse. He's trying to raise funds for an animal rescue operation (where Cousin Wilson adopted Michael and his wife). He says he won't let Wilson into the house till he has some contributions*. I'd contribute, except I'm so broke, Tim Allen couldn't fix me. If you could go to his blog and toss a couple of bucks Wilson's way, I'd appreciate it.

    And Wilson could get back on the couch.


    * I don't think Michael is really refusing to let Wilson in, he's just trying to shame us.

    Gimme That Old Time Music...


    Back when I was a nipper, my parents took me to see a ragtime piano show by a guy named Max Morath for my 13th birthday. They had the album of the show I went to, and I just found it on YouTube. Listen to each part of the album... really good music, and wonderful showmanship. Two of my all-time favorites are "Take Me Out To The Ball Game" (Part 4) and "Where Did Robinson Crusoe Go With Friday On Saturday Night?" (Final Part).  The drinking songs in Part 3 and the "dirty" songs in Part 5 are also wonderful (and John Valby doesn't have to worry about competition from these dirty ditties).

    I've been to about 30 of his shows since. And I asked him to autograph that original 1969 program each time. Poor guy would see that battered old program and pop another dozen gray hairs.

    Every one of his many albums is well worth the listen.

    In fact, here he is, performing Scott Joplin's immortal Maple Leaf Rag.  Hey, if Badtux can do it, so can I.

     
     
    Bonus track: Ethan Uslan performing The Blue Danube as a rag.
     
    
     
    And a BONUS bonus track ('cuz I just love me some Spike Jones):
     
    

    I'm Glad I'm Not Jewish.


    Not that there's anything wrong with being Jewish, mind you.

    Back when I was a kid, I thought it would be great to be Jewish... a whole second set of holidays from school, and their version of Christmas lasted nine days. NINE days of presents!

    Then one of my Jewish friends delivered the death blow as far as I was concerned: no bacon, no ham, no sausage, no pork.

    The lovely yet talented Mrs618 made a pork roast tonight, with apple stuffing and baby carrots sautéed in butter and brown sugar.

    Yeah, for that, I'm glad I gave up the dreidels.

    Saturday, September 07, 2013

    Attracting, Recruiting, and Retaining Volunteers


    One of the biggest problems facing volunteer organizations today is attracting and retaining qualified volunteers. Whether its a volunteer FD or EMS agency, a local Red Cross or Salvation Army chapter, food pantry, pet shelter, whatever, the ranks of volunteers are becoming alarmingly thin. With the economy the way it is these days, those fortunate enough to have jobs often have two jobs, trying to make ends meet. The spouse will often have two jobs, as well. In addition, there is that nebulous conglomeration of housecleaning, cooking, etc, not to mention a couple of things I have heard of, called "sleep" and "having a life." The result is simply insufficient time to engage in volunteer activities.

    For skilled volunteer professions like firefighting or EMS, there are ever-increasing training requirements to be met.

    For example, the EMT-Basic class is now somewhere around 200 hours, plus clinical rotations and state and national Registry testing. In Maine, an EMT-Basic is also required to have a minimum of 38 hours of Continuing Education, in the following areas: Preparatory, Operations; Airway, Breathing, Circulation; Assessment; Medical; Trauma; Obstetrics, Pediatrics; Psychomotor Skills; and Further Continuing Ed (essentially, electives).

    Firefighters are in an even tougher situation: most departments encourage and strive for Firefighter I and II certification, but many also require Haz-Mat Operations, EMT-Basic, commercial driver licenses, or other skills. The career fire departments -- FDNY, Boston, DC, LA -- include these topics in their 3-6 month academies. The volunteers, however, do it a couple of hours a night, a couple of evenings a week... for a couple of YEARS. Yet the public expects volunteer firefighters in Pudunk, Maine, to have the same basic skillset as FDNY (and notice I said basic skill set, not the sophisticated things like high-rise firefighting, urban search and rescue, dive team, or air operations). It is an understandable expectation, even if perhaps currently unattainable.

    Volunteers are expected to attend training sessions and meetings without compensation, even if they receive nominal compensation while responding to calls. Many volunteer departments charge annual dues, require members to pay for (required) training out of their own pockets, and some even require members to purchase their own firefighting gear (which runs about $2000 per person).

    What's the quick-n-easy solution? There isn't one.

    Some not-so-easy solutions:
    • Eliminate volunteer fire departments and EMS and go to career departments. This would cost a bloody fortune, which most taxpayers would refuse to authorize. A full-time firefighter costs at least $100,000 per year, depending on base pay, benefits, etc. In rural areas, this would probably take the form of a county department, similar to the situation in Virginia and Maryland.
    • Eliminate most of the training requirements for volunteers agencies. This would be unacceptable from a public safety point of view. Firefighting and EMS require highly specialized skills... after all, we are literally talking life and death here. Besides, we don't mind training, we just don't want it to take over our lives, especially if it's training in skills we are not allowed to use (foolish, yes, but it happens).
    • Reevaluate training using evidence-based research, and provide government-funded stipends. There is a lot of training that continues simply because "this is the way we've always done it," regardless of the impact on patient outcome (for example, backboarding patients based solely on mechanism of injury as opposed to appropriate assessment); eliminating such outmoded protocols would allow more efficient use of training time and improve patient care. Extending existing stipends to cover training time would reimburse participants somewhat for committing their time to the community. Most stipends, by way the, are nominal at best: $15.00 per call, or $500.00 per year. Nobody will ever get rich working as a volunteer.
    • Leave things the way they are. And watch the ranks of volunteers thin even more. We need sufficient staffing and resources to do our jobs properly and safely. But even more importantly, perhaps, we need time off, too, no matter how dedicated we are, time to spend with our wives (or husbands) and children, time to have a couple of beers, time to just kick back and do nothing.
    Since I got sidetracked and came back to this a couple of hours later (and since my train of thought left me on the platform), I'll come back to this topic, looking at each aspect of the problem, and -- maybe -- suggesting some possible solutions.

    Tuesday, September 03, 2013

    Medical Product Review: BATCLIP



    A number of the other medical bloggers have done product reviews, so I figured I would toss in my two cents.

    A few months ago, I ran across something that fulfills all three needs.

    The BatClip was developed by one of our local ED physicians, and is a great way to keep your stethoscope handy, yet out of the way. (It also looks really cool.)


    It clips to your belt (either hip, it's ambidextrous) with a heavy-duty clip, and the flaps are held closed with Velcro. It's made from good solid leather, and is made here in the US. It can be used with any style scope (from the $50.00 ones the physicians and medics use, to the $300 ones the newly-minted EMT-Basics buy). For me, the best part is being able to grab it and slide it onto the belt, instead of slinging it around my neck (and having it fall off almost immediately). Plus, if you get into the habit of popping your scope back into the BatClip (which can be done one-handed with a little practice) as soon as you're done with it, you're far less likely to lose the scope.

    The BatClip is available through Amazon. Dr. Li is currently running a "buy 3, get 1 free" promotion; see the "Product Details" section in the amazon posting for the discount code.

    And read the reviews from other users... I'm not the only one who likes it... doctors, nurses, medics, EMT-Basics, veterinarians, anyone who needs to use a stethoscope. The biggest complaint seems to be that some folks have difficulty getting the clip off their pants. Personally, I'd rather fight to get it off at the end of a shift than have to worry about losing it.

    In fact, as of today, 62 of 65 reviewers gave it either 4 or 5 stars.

    I'd give it *6* if I could.

    Come to think of it, this is my blog, so I can do whatever I want.

    SIX STARS for the BATCLIP.

    Thursday, August 29, 2013

    David Marsters, Dickless Douchebag


    Scroll down for update...

    David Marsters of Sabattus, ME, a tea-bagging gun-nut right-wing whacko douchebag, resigned from his various town positions as a result of the backlash of his Facebook post urging someone to "shoot the n*gger," with a picture of President Obama. This is the same small-penis compensating MO-ron who introduced a bill requiring each family in town to own a gun.

    Marsters, not surprisingly, got a visit from the Secret Service, who explained to Marsters that saying "shoot the n*gger" might be construed as inciting to violence.

    Little twerp said he posted the piece because "frustrated by what he (Obama) was doing to the country." Fuckin little fruit doesn't realize that he and his National Feckin Rifle Association douchebag cohorts are the biggest threat to American liberty these days.

    Small-penis-compensating Marsters oughta be shot himself.


    Dickless wonder David Marsters, tea-baggin douchebag.
     
    This asshole needs to be shot, then be locked up with some big old black biker who'll make little Davey his bitch for life.
     
    Hey, David Marsters... FUCK YOU, you little pansy-assed punk. Grab your autographed picture of Wayne LaPierre and jerk off into your Gadsden flag, loser.
     
    Want to tell Dickless how you feel? He's in the phone book in Sabattus.*
     
     
     
    * Of course, the little douchebag has probably changed his number so his fee-fees don't get hurt. Fuckin little coward.

    UPDATE: Turns out dickless wonder is a former cop from Mass, most likely for some college campus or some other 19th-rate agency. Probably wondered why the local African-American community didn't support his racist views. Also says the CIA visited him, along with Secret Service. Guess they wanted to recruit him for one of their death squads.

    Hey, Marsters... We oughta shoot you, you skinny little white racist cocksucker.
     
     
    
    
     

    Wednesday, August 28, 2013

    I. Don't. Friggin'. BELIEVE. This.


    I really don't.

    Representative Gary Miller, Republican (of course) from the Cereal State -- land of fruits and nuts and flakes, also known as Kah-lee-for-nyah -- was talking to a bunch of immigrant activists. He could sympathize with their plight as (possibly) undocumented immigrants:

    “You know, I’ve talked to a lot of young people like [you],” Miller told the activists. “I mean, I understand the difficulty. Just like I was born in Arkansas. I came here when I was a year old.”


    I shit you not.

    This ignoramus thinks... well, who knows what this moronic jerkwad is thinking?

    From the Raw Story article (cause I'm too flabbergasted to write anything now):

    Frank Sharry of pro-immigration rights group America’s Voice, told the Post‘s Alex Seitz-Wald that Rep. Miller’s statement was “stunning in its ignorance” as well as being "revealing in how out of touch some Republicans are with the experience of undocumented immigrants.”

    “And this is a guy who represents a district in California, the state that has the largest number of undocumented immigrants in the country,” Sharry continued. “So for him to say, I get your experience, I came from Arkansas to California, as if that is equivalent to a young kid coming from Mexico or El Salvador and growing up in the American school system and having opportunities denied to you because of your family’s immigration status, I mean, oh my God.”

    “I’m going from finding it really hilarious to really disturbing,” he said.

    Now, bear in mind, this is from Raw Story, not The Onion. This cretinous oxygen-thief (whose eyes and smile remind me of Alfred E. Newman) really, truly said that.

     
    One of these is Representative Gary Miller, but it's kinda hard to tell them apart.
     
     
    Now, I know that Republicans aren't always noted for their keen intellects (Bush, 2000; LePage, 2009; Perry, 2010; et al.), but sweet baby Jeebus on a pogo stick, come on.
     
     
    How is it these MORONS manage to live to adulthood?

    Sunday, July 21, 2013

    Hannaford Pharmacy FAIL - Part 2


    When last we checked in on the losers at the Hannaford Pharmacy, they had lost a number of the lovely yet talented Mrs618's prescriptions, because a hyphenated last name was "inconvenient" for them.

    Well, we transferred the rest of our prescriptions from Hannaford -- the "You can't fix stupid" of the pharmacy world -- to another pharmacy, this one staffed by people who THINK. Of course, the LOSERS at Hannaford didn't transfer most of the prescriptions... ONLY THE EXPIRED ONES.

    Back to the phone to have the various doctors send new scripts to the new pharmacy.

    Hannaford: Losers that make other losers look good.

    Sunday, July 14, 2013

    Spam, Spam, Spam, Spam...


    ...Spam, eggs, and Spam...

    The ever-thoughtful spammers have figured out a sure-fire way to ensure I delete their messages unseen:

    From: Fox News Network
    To: Mr618
    Subject: Instant Weight Loss

    Now, if they only knew just how much I despise Faux "News," they'd realize the folly of sending me their crap.

    For more on spam (the crappy email stuff, that is, not the crappy canned meat by-products that even Emily won't eat), see Randy Cassingham's Spam Primer.

    Heard Around The Barn...


    Since all the medical bloggers like Ambulance Driver and Captain Morse and Happy Medic all have tags for "Heard on the ambulance," I guess I should do the same...

    We don't transport, so we don't have an ambulance, hence "heard around the barn."

    Senior Guy: "Didja hear Farmer Brown got sick of his llama and told him to leave?"

    Me: "No."

    SG: "Llama said, okay, okay, alpaca my bag..."

    Saturday, July 13, 2013

    Fox "News" - Fair and Balanced...


    ...and dumber than a box of rocks.

    Only Fox would get a press release naming the crew of Asiana Flight 214 as "Sum Ting Wong," "Wi Tu Lo," "Ho Lee Fuk" and "Bang Ding Ow" and run with it.

    As Curt Varone says on his Fire Law blog, "YCMTSU."

    Sunday, June 23, 2013

    Hannaford Pharmacy Fail


    The lovely yet talented Mrs618 and I have been getting our prescriptions filled at our local Hannaford Pharmacy for the past five years. Hannaford is a grocery chain with stores located in New England and New York, and is part of global grocery giant Delhaize.

    About a year ago, Hannaford installed new pharmacy software that was supposed to streamline the system. Well, it didn't. Hannaford started losing prescriptions left and right, blaming it on "the doctor's offices." After losing so many of the lovely yet talented Mrs618's scripts -- meds that she needs to stay alive -- we started asking the doctor to confirm the pharmacy had in fact received the scripts. Turned out our doctor had been doing that for a while.

    Now, the lovely yet talented Mrs618 hyphenates her last name, because she is proud of her own heritage. And we know that some folks have a hard time dealing with complicated names like Smith-Jones, so we always spell "Smith" for them. If the techs can't find it under "Smith-hyphen-Jones," we ask them to try "Smith," then "Jones."

    This last go-round, Hannaford lost the script because:

    (a) the doctor didn't send it. We had the doctor re-send it (for the FOURTH time); and
    (b) the folks at the central data center sent it to the wrong store (not according to the confirmation our doctor received).

    It didn't help that the pharmacy staff -- all relatively new -- were arrogant, condescending, and just generally snotty.

    I spoke to the store manager, who said he would look into it.

    Half-hour later, we get a phone call, the script is ready to go.

    It had been there the whole goddamned time.

    Turns out they couldn't locate it because my wife hyphenates her last name. This is after we asked them to check "Smith-Jones," "Smith," and "Jones."  How was it filed? Under "Jones."

    It was my wife's fault that these MORONS couldn't find it filed under "Jones," even after we ASKED them to check under "Jones"?!?

    And the pharmacist had the balls to tell us the lovely yet talented Mrs618 shouldn't hyphenate because "it's too much trouble for us."

    We saved them the trouble and switched pharmacies. And supermarkets.

    If you do business with Hannaford or any of the other Delhaize America companies (Food Lion, Harvey's, Sweetbay, and Bottom Dollar Food), maybe you should do the same.

    Why make them go to all the trouble of doing the jobs they were hired to do?

    Friday, June 21, 2013

    Another One Gone From the Blogroll


    Hydrant Girl, a Canadian paramedic (married to a firefighter), has changed her blog access to invitation only. Too bad, as I really enjoyed reading it, and learning how our Canadian brethren do things.

    As an aside, she and her husband were at one of the races in Daytona when a car crashed into the stands. Not surprisingly, they both jumped in and started treating the injured.

    Anyway, best of luck to Dorie and Jamie.

    Monday, June 10, 2013

    Special Guest Blogger: Emily


    Hi, furless ones, this is Emily. I'm Mr618's celebrated Labrador whom you may have read about, back when Mom and Dad thought about things like pet blogging, instead of all that political crap.

    A couple of days ago, dad was reading Michael Morse's blog, Rescuing Providence. Captain Morse had a piece about my cousin, Mr. Wilson. Cousin Wilson allegedly asked, "What's a dog?"

    It appears Cousin Wilson forgot what the Head Beagle told us as pups, which is that we give the humans a reason to live. Humans, of course, are significantly inferior to canines, but they do serve a useful purpose in that their opposable thumbs allow them to open cans and bags more efficiently than we can with our teeth.

    Captain Morse, God (which is, after all, dog spelled backwards) created dogs so firemen could have heroes too.





    Despite what the beer companies (and Ben Franklin) say, dogs are the REAL proof that God loves us and wants us to be happy.

    Oh, and here's a picture of Cousin Wilson:


    I guess his hair got so white worrying about his dad. Not easy trying to take care of a fire captain in a big city like Providence, I guess. (Hey, Cousin Wilson, when my dad comes down with lobsters for your dad, I'll send down a nice fresh Maine bone for ya, 'kay?)

    Monday, May 27, 2013

    God, I WISH This Had been True.....

    Saw this on the Internet yesterday, and -- as we all know -- "you can't put it on the Internet if it isn't true."
    "Rand Paul is a f*****g idiot," says Delaware Gov. Jack Markell, whose tiny state sits astride a hurricane zone. "The federal government, by pooling resources and exploiting economies of scale, can do disaster relief more efficiently the individual states alone.
    "If this arrogant douchebag got his head out of Ayn Rand's ass long enough to see two feet in front of him, maybe he'd understand how important this work is."
    This was the tail end of a story about ole Rand going off on one of his favorite hobby horses, the evil FEMA.
    "I suppose people need help in times like these. And if individual states want to set up disaster relief agencies, that's fine. But why should taxpayers in other states be forced to pay? Kentucky doesn't have earthquakes. Kentucky doesn't have hurricanes. Kentucky doesn't have tornadoes, I don't think. So why are we footing the bill for this stuff?"

    Of course, Rand isn't the only one bemoaning the fact the FEMA helps the poor as well as the rich:

    Republicans have long had an interest in disbanding FEMA, an agency that most Americans believe fulfills a necessary role of government. Presidential nominee Mitt Romney famously said he wanted to "eliminate" the agency before reversing himself following a public furor.

    But, alas, it's from the Daily Currant.*

    Now, why would I wish something like this were true? Because think of the good times we could have jumping on poor dumb ol' Rand (and who names his kid Rand, for that matter?)

    Not to mention the fact that SOMEONE needs to use "Markell's" words... only for real.





    *Note to WND, Limpdick, and company: The Daily Currant is a satire site.**

    ** That means it's not real, it's made up.***

    *** Like your "mandates."

    Monday, April 15, 2013

    Initial Thoughts on Boston

    First and foremost, prayers and best wishes for the runners, volunteers, police, fire, EMS, and other emergency personnel who responded to today's horrific events. I hope Obama sticks by his word (for once), and doesn't wimp out on prosecuting -- or killing -- whoever did this.

    A few things that the investigators are almost certainly working on:
    • April 15: Tax Day, hated by many far-right-wing anti-government extremists
    • Patriot's Day: another potential "inspiration" if this were, in fact, a right-wing "Patriot" whackjob
    • Boston: where the Tea Partiers got their inspiration, from the "patriots" who took part in the Boston Tea Party
    • Massachusettes has fairly tough gun registration laws
    • The race was dedicated to the victims of the Newtown shootings, which instigated nation-wide calls for effective gun control
    • Massachusettes has a black governor
    • The US has a black President
    Am I saying that some right-wing McVeigh wannabe did this? Nope, I'm not saying anything of the sort. Just mentioning these points that may have played into some Patriot/Teabagging/Tax Protesting/anti-gummint/black-FEMA-helicopter racist gun nut small-penis-compensating loser deciding this was a way to strike a blow against the New World Order, Moozlums, and other scary people or whatever loser belief system this mutt or mutts might have.

    I also noticed that during the second, prime-time special on NBC, anchor Bryan Williams said, "For all the wrong reasons, we've been fighting two wars for the past ten years," referring to the fact that many returning combat medics have seen these horrific injuries before.

    My personal bet is some far-right-wing whacko like Eric Rudolph, Jared Loughner, McVeigh...  One of those losers.

    Saturday, April 13, 2013

    Brother, Can You Spare A Dime?

    (For the kids, that was the title of a popular song back during the Great Depression of the 1930's)

    A fellow blogger whom I have mentioned many times is in really dire straits. He and his fiancee are facing some horrific conditions. If you could spare a buck or two (or even a couple of hundred), I would appreciate it, and I know it would be a lifesaver for them. He has a PayPal button at his site. Please try to send some cash his way.

    It's my never-met but old buddy* Jurassic Pork, who currently runs Welcome Back To Pottersville. He's a good man who has had some truly crappy luck.

    He was one of the first big-name bloggers to blogroll me back around 2006 or so, and has been lurking and commenting here since.


    *Yeah, I might be presuming more to our association then he would prefer, but tough. *I* view him as a friend, so neener, neener, neener.

    Saturday, March 23, 2013

    Leave of Absence

    Posting will be lighter than usual -- bordering on non-existent -- for the week. My aunt died and my mother is taking it very hard.

    Tuesday, March 19, 2013

    JP nails it. Twice.

    Fellow blogger (and one of the first to link to me) has two very timely posts at his place:

    • a look at the ten year anniversary of our invasion of Iraq, which should be mandatory reading for all those who think the war only involves scary brown terrorist types, and
    • this:

    JP and his missus are still finding rough sledding, as they are part of the 99%, so if you could swing by his blog and help them out, both they and I would appreciate it.

    Sequestration (and Castration*?)

    Our local Mouse Channel affiliate, WMTW Channel 8, has a story today about Acadia National Park in Bar Harbor closing its famous Loop Road and other amenities until mid-May, as a result of the Rethuglican-inspired sequestration. The same process eliminated public tours of the White House, leading some Rethugs to bitch mightily about the BMITWH "holding the nation hostage" to his budget plans or some such nonsense.

    Now, granted, I do not have the economic knowledge or training of Badtux or JurassicPork, but allow me to offer some alternative plans to reduce the cost of government:

    • Congresscritters -- both Senators and Representatives -- do not get paid until a budget has been passed and signed by the President. Some will claim the Constitution prohibits "adjusting" Congressional pay or benefits until after the next succeeding election; the Rethugs like to say their financial emergency trumps all else -- including national defense -- so it should also trump their financial well-being. Hell, if we gotta suffer, it's only fair they suffer with us.
    • Congresscritters no longer get free or discounted travel anywhere for any reason, including official business. They get to fly Grayhound like the rest of us.
    • Lobbyists must deposit their bribes campaign contributions into the Treasury, rather than the bottomless pockets of the pols.
    • Eliminate free healthcare for Congresscritters. Let them see what it 's like to go without insurance.
    • Eliminate free parking privileges for Congresscritters and their staff.
    • In fact, eliminate their freakin' JOBS.
    Wouldn't you LOVE to see the Zombie-eyed Granny Starver standing on the corner with a little cardboard sign that says "Will teabag for food"?

    Scroom.

    Scroomall.

    * I vote for cutting their nuts off. No anesthesia, no bandages, no mercy. That's the only way to keep them from reproducing.

    Monday, March 18, 2013

    Joe McCarthy and [Someone] Cruz


    Edited 11-03-2013, to reflect the current Senator's full  and correct name.

    Joe McCarthy on the left, Rafael Eduardo Hijo de Puta Cruz, Canadian-born anchor baby spawn of cigar-sucking Cuban émigré, Castro supporter and Desi Arnaz wannabe Rafael Bienvenido Chinga tu Madre Cruz  on the right:





     
     
    'Nuff said.
     
     
    (Based on something the lovely yet talented JursassicPork posted at Brilliant at Breakfast, linking to Michael in Norfolk)