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Bare Bones

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“And why do you worry about clothing? Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow; they neither toil nor spin, yet I tell you, even Solomon in all his glory was not clothed like one of these.
Matthew 6:28-29

“Naked I came into the world, naked I shall go out of it! And a very good thing too, for it reminds me that I am naked under my shirt, whatever its colour.”
E. M. Forster

We come into the world, cold, naked and wet. It’s downhill from there.
Some anonymous cynic

I’ve done two things in my life that might be described as adventurous, daring, courageous or stupid, depending on one’s perspective. The first was jumping out of an airplane at 3000 feet, not once, not twice, but three times. (I was sure I was gonna die the last time because I had to pack my own parachute.) I’ll write about it in a future blog.

But telling people I’ve been to a nudist resort raises eyebrows and prompts some tittering, no pun intended.

Little kids don’t have a problem with nudity. They’ll tear their clothes off without warning, which isn’t a problem unless Mom is in a ZOOM meeting with a two-year-old running around naked in the background. But as we get older, we learn, directly or by inference, that unclothed bodies are shameful and if you don’t agree, you’re a pervert.

Americans can’t disassociate nudity and sex, which isn’t surprising given they descended from the Puritans, a group that was so uptight it outlawed Christmas celebrations. That “nudist colonies” even existed provoked righteous indignation from some and snickering from others.

Public nudity enjoyed tacit acceptance briefly in March 1974. Much warmer than normal weather induced thousands of college kids to run naked across public spaces for the sheer thrill, a phenomenon immortalized by Ray Stevens’ hit “The Streak.”

Now, before I go any farther, I should point out I’m not a narcissist or an exhibitionist. Far from it. Poor body image and self-esteem isn’t restricted to women. I couldn’t look into a mirror from about 7th grade until my late thirties. I don’t recognize the reasonably attractive guy in pictures from decades ago as me. As I’ve gotten older, fatter, and greyer with far less hair, I’ve learned to accept my dad bod.

My interest in outdoor nudity, (naturism to the faithful) was born out of 25 years of life-sucking Midwest winters. I lived in Arizona until I was 11 where we had abundant sunshine, occasional rains, and the rare sun shower, an odd mixture of both. Snow was rare and exciting and usually melted by noon.

Then we moved to Illinois, the Land of Lincoln and the Never-ending Winter, when clouds obscured the sun from November through March. Clouds obscured the sun from November through March; snow a month earlier or later wasn’t unusual. I moved to Michigan for my residency and then stayed in the state to practice for another 13 years.  More snow, less sun and -30° in January. Strolling naked in a warm climate while everyone else froze their asses off sounded better.

I joined the American Sunbathing Association (which became the American Association for Nude Recreation – AANR – in 1995) in the early 1990s. I don’t remember how I connected with them since there wasn’t much of an internet back then and websites were more than a decade away. They didn’t advertise on the backs of matchbook covers like the “Learn to Draw” folks.

I bought Lee Baxandall’s World Guide to Nude Beaches & Resorts, back when we still had bookstores. I discovered that, with few exceptions, naturist resorts are family oriented. Some are permanent residents. Men do not wander around with a cup of coffee in each hand and stacks of donuts on erect penises. Women aren’t an endless parade of Playboy bunnies. Naturists come in a wide range of ages, shapes and sizes. They are just regular people who don’t wear clothes.

There are a few rules when visiting a resort:

  • No lewd behavior
  • No gawking with your tongue hanging out.
  • Don’t take anyone’s picture without consent
  • Carry a towel with you at all times, just in case you sit somewhere
  • Be a decent human being.

I planned to visit a resort outside of Tucson in 1992 during a trip to Arizona for a conference. The now-defunct Jardin del Sol (Garden of the Sun) lay off a dirt road outside of Marana. It was a modest place with a few wooden buildings, a swimming pool, a place to play volleyball and sites for camper hookups. I parked my rental car and checked in with the owner, a short older woman who looked at my AANR membership card.

“You’re here alone?”
“Yes, I’m on a business trip and my wife couldn’t make it.”
She eyed me for a minute and said, “Well, you look all right. The pool is down the hill, and there’s a group having a picnic.”

At that moment a guy in a well-worn white Chevy pickup, who looked and sounded like George Kennedy, stopped and excitedly said something to my host about pending naturist legislation before driving down to the picnic area.

I went back to my car, stripped down to my shoes, grabbed my towel, and headed back. Footwear is essential in the desert; desert sand can become very hot.  Goat heads, the hard, pointed seeds of an obnoxious weed that seems to grow everywhere, prey on bicycle tires and bare feet. And while crawling predators like the scorpion are largely nocturnal, one might run across the foot-long giant desert centipede.

And don’t forget sunscreen.

Thirty years ago, I was uncomfortable around strangers, nude or otherwise, and I wasn’t interested in small talk. I just wanted to sit by myself, work on a sunburn and forget about sub-zero temperatures back home.

I started on a foot path that led away from the pool and stopped at a miniature Boothill Graveyard. The tombstones bore amusing names and the nature of the departed’s crimes, namely violating resort rules (one took pictures without asking). They reminded me of a fake memorial in Boothill:

“Here lies Lester Moore
Four slugs from a .44
No Les, No more.”

Just then an older gentleman, short, bronzed and the spitting image of Buster Keaton, walked up to me.

“Hello, young feller! Can I help you find something?”

“I’m looking for a place to sit awhile and read my book.”

He pointed towards a trellis farther along the trail. “There are a couple of lounge chairs over there. Is this your first time?”

“Yeah, I was born here but I live in Michigan. I miss the sun.”

“Well, there’s plenty here. Welcome!”

I thanked him and headed for the loungers. I put the towel across the seat, lay back and enjoyed the desert, naked as the day I was born, as they say. I stayed for a couple of hours, reading, napping, and baking before driving back to my hotel.

A couple of years later I visited Forest Hills Club in Saranac, Michigan, just outside of Grand Rapids. The resort sits on a heavily wooded hill off a two-lane blacktop and isn’t visible from street level. I drove by it twice before noticing a small sign by a dirt road into the trees; there was an intercom next to the utility gate that blocked the entry.

I pressed the button and a young woman answered. “I’d like to visit for a bit.” The gate opened and I drove up to the site. I showed her my AANR card, and she gave me a brief tour. I went back to my car and took off my clothes and my shoes (no goat heads in Michigan), then grabbed my towel and a textbook. (A textbook? Seriously? How anal-retentive can one be?) I helped her move a large folding table before settling into a lounge chair.

The day was overcast and warm and I lost interest in the book. I lay back in the chair and closed my eyes, forgetting how burned out I was becoming being one of three physicians trying to manage a patient load that demanded five. I imagined spending the rest of my life sitting naked on a beach sipping margaritas and staring out at the ocean.

I haven’t had any further opportunities to indulge, although I maintained our membership in AANR partly to shock a family friend whom we call the Bald-Headed Stepchild. I worked as a traveler for more than twenty years; spending time at home decompressing with Peg was more important that trying to find the nearest resort (there’s only one in Illinois).

If I had my druthers, I’d buy a condo in Mira Vista Resort and try to establish my reputation as a renowned writer-slash-curmudgeon. For now, sitting naked in bed in the morning with coffee and my Kindle while my faithful companion (no, it’s my 15lb Shih-Tzu Baxter, not Peg) eats cookies will have to suffice.

For More Information

American Association for Nude Recreation

AANR: Social Nudism: Behavior Guidelines and Etiquette

Mira Vista Resort

Nude Hot Springs Around the World

Big Think: Nudist Beaches of Central and Eastern Europe

New York Times: Articles on nudism and nudity

World Naked Bike Ride

Featured Image © Can Stock Photo / chrisbradshaw

Writing Exercises

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Disciplined writers commit to writing something every day, but that’s been a struggle. This is my latest attempt.

March 15-16, 2021

Beware the Ides of March.
I admit to being a chronic master procrastinator when it comes to writing, which should not be confused with a chronic masturbator. I am not the disciplined writer who gets up at the butt crack of dawn every day and writes furiously for two, three or more hours.

I’m not a new writer; I’ve been putting pen to paper for more than 50 years. I don’t carry a Moleskine journal, furtively writing everywhere because a newly found voice and sense of outrage is brimming with ideas. My outrage started with an alcoholic stepfather and increased exponentially with the Vietnam War. I’m old and tired and cranky.

I often think of things when I’m driving or out for a walk, neither of which is conducive to putting pen to paper. (Also, my handwriting is so bad I have to ask Peg if she can figure out what I’ve scribbled: “You wrote ‘small Bailey’s’, not small barley.”) I roll things around in my brain, editing and revising until I finally have something to record for posterity.

That, and I’m a poor judge of my own writing. I’m never sure anyone will want to read what I have to say.

I’ve tried to analyze my reluctance with little success, but I can attribute a lot of it to two things: I hate trying to write when the muse isn’t there, because it just makes me frustrated and angry, and I hate being interrupted when I’m in the groove.

Until I alter my habits to something more productive, my days look like this:

I get up after a fitful night’s sleep made difficult by annoying and sometimes terrifying dreams (I was a psychopath being taken to a mental hospital in the last dream I remember). I shower, take my meds from the seven-day pill case I keep in my nightstand, and make coffee. If Baxter is still sleeping – sometimes he won’t get up until 10am or so – I will sit at my desk and try to write or waste time, knowing he’ll be up soon.

When His Lordship has awakened from his slumber, I will take him downstairs and out to pee, then we will negotiate breakfast. Sometimes he is hungry; other times he tries to run back upstairs because he’s just not interested. Occasionally I can entice him with sliced turkey but if he has a case of the fuckits, it’s an exercise in futility. If he does eat, I have to catch him to give him his insulin before he bolts. If I’ve thought fast enough, I put the gate up in front of the stairs.

That being done, I will sit in bed, drink coffee, and play Kindle games or read while Baxter buries, then eats cookies on the bed. I started doing this because if I go directly to my office to work, he yells from the bedroom until I return. When he finally settles down for his all-important early morning or mid-morning nap, I will go to my office and engage in the usual timewasters.

I approach Facebook as the 21st century morning newspaper. My FB friends and acquaintances post news links, often from sources outside the United States. I’ve contacts in the UK, Australia, and New Zealand, as well as one guy in Norway, but he doesn’t appear very often. Reading how the rest of the world sees us is sobering and sometimes infuriating, especially when some asshole here says we shouldn’t have universal health coverage because, “it’s socialism and I don’t want to pay for some illegal’s health care.” Presumably, his own financial ruin, the result of unpaid catastrophic medical expenses, is just dandy.

Then I’ll read the notifications for previous posts which, more often than not, draws me back to running arguments with die-hard contrarians. Common topics include:

  • how Joe Biden is wrecking the country, and how that other guy was so great,
  • people who wear masks are sheep, and coronavirus is a hoax,
  • how the Democrats are coming for your guns,
  • why the national debt is now a problem when it wasn’t during the past four years,
  • poor people are poor because they don’t try hard enough, or they are lazy.

I’m trying to limit myself to thirty minutes as I can spend hours foaming at the mouth.

Next, I’ll check my email and then the ADD kicks in. I get distracted, remembering something I wanted to look days ago, or something I’d promised to send someone.  Last Saturday my lack of progress prompted me to start reorganizing my office. I tossed some shit but just shuffled most of it around.

I’ll give some thought to what I’m going to make for dinner. If I’m really busy I’ll default to takeout. Famous Dave’s on Tuesdays when they have the Feast for Two deal. Popeye’s, El Famous Burrito or Chinese from the Golden Wok on other days.

I have my weekly routines. Tuesday is getting recycling and garbage ready for pickup on Wednesday. Thursday is towel day – washing all the dirty towels. Saturday is for changing and washing the sheets. Somewhere in there I’ll empty the hamper and do my laundry. Peg is particularly finicky about her laundry; for some reason she doesn’t like delicates dried on “incinerate.”

I’ve tried to do the shopping strategically. I’ll do a Costco run once a month, as soon as they open, because otherwise it’s insane. Same with Aldi. I’ll go to Mariano’s nearer to dinnertime when most people are home. Peg and I made up printable shopping lists for Aldi and Costco.

Housework is done as needed. I’ll empty the dishwasher if it’s been run. I vacuum the rug next to our kitchen island as it picks up crap from walking or eating. Getting the Dyson vac we keep in the family room was the best purchase we’d made in a long time. Light, quick and efficient.

After dinner Peg and I collapse on the couch and binge-watch something on Netflix or Amazon Prime until the master realizes it’s around 9pm and starts barking until we go upstairs to the bed.

This all brings me to “The Finite and the Tangible,” a blog post I started years ago and still haven’t finished. Medical school had no definable end in sight. We were expected to acquire useful information from textbooks numbering hundreds, if not thousands, of pages. (Harrison’s Principles of Internal Medicine was about 1,500 pages in 1975. It’s now a whopping 4048 pages in two volumes weighing 13.2 pounds!)  I felt like there was a mountain of books, papers and trash piled into the middle of a school gymnasium and I was the janitor with a whisk broom and dustpan.

Writing provokes the same anxiety and trepidation.

Long ago I learned to derive a sense of accomplishment from simple things like housework, laundry, and cooking. They are finite tasks with tangible results. I don’t have to wait months or years to see the final product. I especially like cooking because cutting things into little pieces is very therapeutic (and, unlike murdering one’s tormentors, legal). I’m a reasonably good cook but I am not a chef by any stretch of the imagination, even though Peg chastises me for doing “cheffy-chef” things like trying to flip a large pancake using just the pan. Hey, practice makes perfect and at least I did it over the sink instead of the bare floor.

A good friend of mine is an artist who, in retirement, has committed to finishing one drawing every day.  I spent the 30-40 minutes writing this when I started, another hour revising the following day, and about 20 minutes just before posting. I’m trying to force myself to write something every day, but it’s still a struggle.

Maybe I’ll ignore the call of the long list of timewasters and go back to “The Finite and the Tangible.” But let me check my Facebook page for just a minute…

Smallpox

VACCINATION CONSTERNATION

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On February 4, 1976, a nineteen-year-old army recruit at Fort Dix died of what the CDC determined was an influenza strain genetically similar to the 1918 H1N1 swine flu virus that caused a worldwide pandemic. Fearing another pandemic, CDC pushed for mass vaccination Then-President Gerald Ford (who facing re-election) figured mass American deaths would be politically unforgivable if nothing was done, agreed and fast-tracked a vaccine.

A few months later the pharmaceutical industry demanded federal indemnification against liability for any adverse reactions before releasing the vaccine. Then, as now, such a move created public suspicion and distrust of both the government and the vaccine. That skepticism was furthered after several reports linked the vaccine to recipients developing Guillain-Barre syndrome,  a rare disorder in which the body’s immune system attacks nerves causing weakness and sometimes paralysis severe enough to require ventilator support.

The pandemic never materialized as that flu strain was far less dangerous than initially thought. But the damage to the idea of vaccines being lifesaving miracles had been done.

That fall I had the dubious honor of being interviewed on camera by one of the local TV stations in Rockford, IL after getting a swine flu shot. When asked why I wasn’t hesitant to get the vaccine, I said something stupid like, “I should know about these things; I’m a medical student!”

But the real reason I got that vaccination and continue to do so was because I grew up during the 1950s and 1960s. Our parents lived through the times of no vaccines and witnessed the devastation. Immunizations were miracles of science and our parents were determined we would have a better (and healthier) life than they did.  

The current anti-vaccine movement started in the 1980s and has only grown since then, thanks to the Internet, anti-science politicians and Andrew Wakefield’s thoroughly discredited claim that vaccines caused autism. Most of those people either didn’t experience or chose to forget what life was like prior to vaccines, which calls for a review of pre-vaccine devastation.

In 1892 Canadian physician Sir William Osler called pneumonia “the old man’s friend” because it often claimed the elderly already suffering from debilitating disease. (Osler died of pneumonia in 1919.) Thirty to 40 percent of people who developed pneumonia died before widespread use of antibiotics. Even now, antibiotic resistance among the more than 90 serotypes of Streptococcus pneumoniae can make treatment difficult.

A polysaccharide vaccine against 23 streptococcal serotypes, PPSV-23 (Pneumovax ® Merck), was released in 1983. A pneumococcal conjugate vaccine (PCV7) was released in 2000; it was replaced in 2013 by PCV13 (Prevnar13 ® Pfizer). So now us old people can die of slower, more expensive diseases like Alzheimer’s, chronic congestive heart failure and cancer.

Smallpox, a contagious disease caused by the variola virus, produced fever, vomiting, generalized body aches and a characteristic pustular rash that frequently resulted in terrible scarring. Sometimes smallpox infections left the victim blind or dead. A vaccine became available in 1961 and was given until 1972 when it was declared eradicated in the United States. In 1978 Janet Parker, a 40-year-old photographer, was the last smallpox fatality.  The WHO declared smallpox eradicated in 1980.

All of us who received a smallpox vaccination have a cratered scar on our upper arms. Mine has all but faded but I wore it like a badge of honor.

Polio, caused by the poliovirus, is a disease whose symptoms range from none (75%), through common viral symptoms such as fever, headache, nausea and stomach pain (20%) to progressive, devastating neurological damage (5%). Many victims suffered weakened and deformed limbs or outright paralysis. (President Franklin Roosevelt was 39 when he contracted polio in 1921 and became unable to walk, but he hid it well from the public.) Sometimes the virus affected the ability to breathe, requiring patients to spend a good deal of their lives in an iron lung, long before the invention of modern ventilators.

Our parents were terrified because everyone knew someone who had contracted polio. People blamed cats, dogs, public drinking fountains, swimming pools and beaches for spreading polio before its fecal mode of transmission was identified. One of my high school classmates, born in 1954, contracted polio which weakened one leg. Sixty some years later he still wears a heavy leg brace.

Jonas Salk is remembered for created the inactivated polio vaccine (IPV) which was released in 1955. Albert Sabin created an oral polio vaccine (OPV), released in 1961. Kids my age got the OPV on a sugar cube that had been dosed with the vaccine. Currently IPV is the only vaccine available in the US but OPV is still used in other countries.

Diphtheria, a bacterial illness caused by the Corynebacterium diphtheriae, creates a toxin that destroys respiratory tract tissue. The resulting grey “pseudomembrane” makes breathing and swallowing difficult and gives the breath an odor described as a “wet mouse.” The toxin can wreck the heart, kidneys, and nervous system if it circulates in the blood. About 10% of victims died from diphtheria before a vaccine was developed.

Pertussis, also known as whooping cough, is a contagious bacterial respiratory disease caused by Bordetella pertussis. Infection produces a severe hacking cough that can last for 10 weeks, accompanied by a “whoop” sound with inhalation. Severe coughing fits can lead to fractured ribs. It was sometimes fatal in infants prior to a vaccine; it is still common in underdeveloped countries.

Tetanus, once commonly known as “lockjaw,” is caused by the bacterium Clostridium tetani, found mainly in damp soil. (My mother always told me one developed tetanus from stepping on a rusty nail, which never made sense. It was due to bacteria in the soil around old, rusty nails.) It produces a toxin that causes painful muscle contractions (tetany), often affecting jaw and mouth muscles.

DPT, a vaccine for diphtheria, pertussis and tetanus was developed in 1949, combining diphtheria and tetanus toxoids (inactivated forms of toxins) with killed pertussis cells. I got vaccinated when I was five years old and spent a couple of nights in the hospital after developing hives. I never got a tetanus booster after that, but the hives were more likely a reaction to the pertussis component. A newer vaccine, TDaP, which used pertussis antigens rather than killed bacteria (aP = acellular Pertussis) was released in 1981 and replaced DPT in 1997.

Measles is a very contagious viral illness caused by the rubeola virus which has gone by many other names: red measles; English measles; hard measles; seven-, eight- or ten-day measles. Infected people, mostly children, develop cough, fever, runny nose and itchy eyes followed by a generalized flat rash 3-5 days later. While most recover without any problems, measles complications include ear infections, bronchitis, pneumonia and encephalitis. (Adults often do poorly with childhood diseases, especially measles.) About 100,000 people around the world, mostly children under 5, die from measles every year. Measles was declared eliminated in the United States in 2000 but there were 1,282 cases in 2019, largely due to people lacking vaccination.

Mumps is a viral illness that causes parotitis (swelling of the salivary glands) but can also affect the breasts, pancreas, meninges (the tissue covering the brain and spinal cord), ovaries and testicles. Mumps used to be a common cause of aseptic (non-bacterial) meningitis and hearing loss in children before widespread vaccination. Death from mumps is rare.

Rubella, also known as German measles or three-day measles, is a viral disease that causes fever, headache, runny nose and a distinctive fine rash that spreads from the face to the trunk and then arms and legs. The infection is usually mild, and most children recover quickly, but complications include pneumonia leading to death, encephalitis causing deafness or intellectual disability, or a ruptured spleen. Up to 70% of women with rubella develop arthritis.

Congenital rubella syndrome (CRS), characterized by cataracts, congenital heart disease, intellectual impairment or hearing deficits, can occur in babies whose mothers contracted rubella during pregnancy. There were 12.5 million cases of rubella in the United States during the 1964-1965 rubella epidemic with a staggering toll.  Women lost 11,000 pregnancies from miscarriage, stillbirth, or abortion and 2,100 babies died after birth. Of the 20,000 cases of CRS identified, 11,000 were born deaf, 3,500 were blind and about 1,800 suffered intellectual disabilities.

Varicella (chickenpox), another annoying but potentially dangerous childhood infection, is caused by the varicella zoster virus (VZV). It produces small blisters that eventually turn into scabs. Complications include skin infections from open blisters, pneumonia, encephalitis, bleeding and sepsis. There were over four million infections and around 100 deaths annually before a vaccine was released in 1995. Shingles (postherpetic neuralgia) is a painful re-activation of VZV along nerve paths.

MMR/MMRV: In 1963 inactivated and live attenuated measles vaccines were released in the US.  The inactivated vaccine didn’t offer sufficient protection and was discontinued in 1967. The live attenuated vaccine caused fever and rash in recipients and was withdrawn in 1975. A combined measles, mumps, and rubella vaccine (MMR) was released in 1971; varicella was added (MMRV) in 2005.

Zostavax, a live, attenuated vaccine to prevent shingles, was released in 2006. Shingrix, a recombinant, adjuvanted zoster vaccine, was released in 2017, replacing Zostavax in November, 2020.

I had chickenpox, because DPT, polio and smallpox were the only available vaccines at the time. When a neighborhood kid developed chickenpox, other mothers would send their kids to a “chickenpox party.” We’d pass around a contaminated drinking glass to contract chickenpox and “get it over with.” Some parents still engage in the practice despite having a vaccine, thinking “natural” immunity is preferable.

I also had all the other childhood viral illnesses – measles, rubella and mumps. When I developed mumps, my mother chastised me for any activity, saying “You’ll be sorry if it goes down on you!” She was talking about mumps orchitis (painful testicular swelling from the mumps virus that can lead to shrunken testicles and, rarely, infertility) but I had no idea what she was talking about and she didn’t bother to explain. That I have three kids indicates no apparent gonadal damage.

MORBIDITY AND MORTALITY
BEFORE AND AFTER
VACCINE DEVELOPMENT

Other communicable diseases and vaccines

Hepatitis A, formerly “infectious hepatitis,” is an acute liver infection caused by the Hepatitis A virus (HAV). It is acquired by ingesting virus passed through feces, usually from contaminated food or water. It causes fever, nausea, abdominal pain, jaundice, and dark urine. Complications are rare but infection can lead to acute kidney failure as well as hemolytic and aplastic anemias. Fulminant hepatitis, which leads to liver tissue destruction, is rare and has a death rate of up to 80%.

A vaccine against HAV was released in 1996 and infection rates declined until 2016. The US has struggled with a Hepatitis A outbreak which began in 2016 and was linked to person-to person contact (drug use and homelessness) rather than contamination. There have been 37,121 cases reported across 35 states with 348 deaths as of December 18, 2020.

Hepatitis B, formerly “serum hepatitis,”is an acute liver infection caused by the Hepatitis B virus (HBV). It is acquired through

  • unprotected sex with an infected individual
  • sharing drug paraphernalia or personal items
  • tattooing with unsterile equipment
  • passed from pregnant mother to fetus
  • human bites

Signs and symptoms are the same as for HAV; however, about 50% of infected people may have no symptoms. Complications are similar to those of HAV; about 200-300 people die of fulminant hepatitis each year. A vaccine was released in 1986. It is recommended for all newborns and anyone not previously vaccinated.

There are about 800,000 to 1.4 million people in the US with chronic hepatitis with and additional ,5000-8,000 becoming chronically infected every year. Most annual deaths linked to HBV are due to the consequences of chronic infection: cirrhosis (3,000-4,000) and liver cancer (1,000-1500).

Hepatitis C, D and E are forms of viral hepatitis caused by Hepatitis C (HCV), Hepatitis D (HDV)and Hepatitis E (EV) viruses. There are no vaccines for these three viruses. HCV can be treated (the Hep C medication for which its creators incessantly run commercials costs $94,000) but there are none for HDV and HEV. HEV infection usually resolves spontaneously.

Employers often require healthcare workers to provide evidence of immunity to HBV and other communicable diseases prior to employment. I got the HBV vaccine in the early 1990s

Haemophilus Influenza type b (Hib) is a bacterium, not a virus. It primarily infects infants and children under 5 years, and can cause meningitis, pneumonia, bacteremia (bacteria in the blood), and epiglottitis, a potentially life-threatening swelling of the epiglottis. There were about 20,000 cases of Hib and 1,000 deaths annually before a vaccine was released. The polysaccharide vaccine released in 1985 did not work well in children under 2 years and was replaced with conjugate vaccines in 1987.

I recently got my first COVID vaccination; I’m a healthcare worker who still has contact with mostly older people. I expect there will be more adverse reactions reported as there’s a big difference between several thousand people in a vaccine trial and tens of millions of people being vaccinated.

None of us should want to live in a world in which easily preventable diseases with significant morbidity and mortality run rampant because we no longer have sufficient herd immunity.

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Election Postmortem

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Here are my thoughts on the shitshow that was the 2020 Presidential election

Polls missed it again!
Pollsters in 2016 predicted Hillary Clinton would win but didn’t recognize how many people despised her. Instead third-party voters in Michigan, Pennsylvania and Wisconsin, whose vote totals were many times his margins over Hillary, handed the election to Trump. This time Biden won those three states.

Biden was supposed to win in a landslide and a Blue Wave was going to usher in a Democratic Congress to magically transform everything. So what happened?

Polls suffer from selection bias; they are only as good as the people who choose to answer them. I don’t answer any phone calls I don’t recognize and I’d rather slit my throat than talk to a pollster. But there’s a subset of the population – those on the far ends of the political spectrum – that will gladly tell anyone how they feel about the issues. The people in the middle, both Liberal and Conservative leaning, either doesn’t want to be bothered or don’t want to tip their hands.

I’m not sure polls have any practical use besides inducing false hope to some, despair to others, or a reason for the media to turn the election into a day at the greyhound track with Bugs Bunny.

The “Blue Wave” was a ripple.
Democrats overestimated their chances of defeating Republican incumbents. Anyone hoping for a major Democratic takeover of Congress ignored political reality. Every voter can choose ONE Congressional rep, TWO Senators and ONE President.. Mitch McConnell and Lindsey Graham were re-elected, despite being hated by millions. You can’t vote out another state’s candidates.

Progressives pinning all their hopes on Bernie or any other “progressive” candidates are delusional. You can elect Jesus Christ Himself to the Presidency, but as long as Moscow Mitch controls the Senate, you won’t get any closer to universal healthcare or free college.

Biden won without groveling to progressives.
I didn’t see or hear as much “the candidate needs to earn my vote!” bullshit that dominated the 2016 race. Maybe third-party voters realized the past four years of Trump were far worse than a Hillary Clinton presidency. I’m sure there are some who “held my nose” and reluctantly voted for Biden, but I don’t expect them to openly admit it.

But the progressive agenda may have cost Democrats House seats.
More than 72 million people voted for Trump, and they equate “progressivism” with socialism/communism. I can only guess as to their reasoning, but I think it’s a combination of viewing government as the enemy and not wanting “those people” getting something for nothing. Hispanics in Florida, especially Cuban-Americans, are and the Florida Democratic Party apparently did little to persuade them otherwise.

Conor Lamb, a 36-year-old moderate Democrat from Pennsylvania’s 17th district who won re-election in a Republican area, said:

“I’m giving you an honest account of what I’m hearing from my own constituents, which is that they are extremely frustrated by the message of defunding the police and banning fracking. And I, as a Democrat, am just as frustrated. Because those things aren’t just unpopular, they’re completely unrealistic, and they aren’t going to happen. And they amount to false promises by the people that call for them.”

We’re not likely to get universal health care or Medicare for All in my lifetime. It will require almost unanimous Congressional approval, a President willing to sign the legislation, and a Supreme Court willing to uphold it against the inevitable legal challenges. It will also need a comprehensive plan on how to transition a $4 trillion industry to a single payor as well as adequate funding in perpetuity.

I don’t see it happening until millennials, especially women, make up a sizeable proportion of Congress and we have a female president. We are headed in the right direction but change will be incremental, not radical. To paraphrase Paddy Bauler, Chicago 43rd ward alderman and barkeep, “The country ain’t ready for reform!”

Democrats need to win statehouses.
Republicans control more than half of the state legislative bodies in the US and that is where voting laws and redistricting happens. The Democrats failed to make any gains in 2020. Texas isn’t going to turn blue anytime soon. Georgia is probably more purple than blue. And there are a lot of crazy people in Michigan, where Republicans have been actively undermining Governor Gretchen Whitmer’s efforts to combat coronavirus.

All politics are local.
 A lot gets decided at the state and local level. Arizona, Barry Goldwater’s home state and long a bastion of conservatism, legalized recreational marijuana and raised taxes on incomes over $250,000. Mississippi legalized medical marijuana and replaced the Stars and Bars on its state flag with the state flower.  South Dakota legalized recreational and medical marijuana. Florida – Florida! – voted to increase the minimum wage to $15/hour over the next six years. So there is a glimmer of hope.

Don’t expect a honeymoon.
As of this writing, Trump has refused to concede. A lot of Trump supporters think the election was fraudulent and Biden will be an “illegitimate president.” Republicans, as with Obama, have no interest in reconciliation or cooperation.

Many of us on the other side aren’t willing to forgive or forget four years of animosity, ridicule and lies. Trump and his supporters vilified immmigrants, Muslims, people of color, Black Lives Matter, anti-fascists, liberals, intelligence and education. They cheered when a 17-year-old kid from Illinois killed two protesters in Kenosha, Wisconsin with an assault rifle, and then started a Go Fund Me page for his legal expenses. Pulitzer Prize winning journalist Leonard Pitts, Jr. put it this way:

“…Trump and his supporters broke this country, and it will take years to repair, if we ever do. They didn’t care then, and as far as I can tell, they don’t care now. So as an African-American student of history — and frankly, just as an American who loves the ideal of America, the truths held self-evident and more perfect union of America — I ask you not to ask me what I will do to reconcile with those people. Here’s a better question:

What will they do to reconcile with me?…”

Democrats need to stop preaching to the choir.
Biden and company need to figure out what conservative voters want and/or need and if it’s even possible. These are the people who thought that Trump contracting coronavirus showed courage rather than stupidity. They embrace authoritanianism; they want a dictatorship as long as it doesn’t affect them. In 2019, a woman in Florida, bemoaning the poor federal response to Hurricane Michael, said Trump was “not hurting the people he needs to be hurting.” Yes, some of your fellow Americans are that vindictive.

Trump won in 2016 by appealing to their sense of being neglected by both parties but did little or nothing for them. Coal jobs didn’t come back. His trade war with China crippled soybean farmers.  Middle-aged white men, especially in the Mountain West, are dying by suicide at twice the national rate. Many of those people voted for Obama in 2008 and 2012. The Democrats can win them back but not with progressive demands to defund the police, enact a Green New Deal and promising Medicare For All.

Otherwise, we risk Trump 2.0 in 2024, and that could truly be the end of the United States.

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Keynote Address

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Society for Maintaining Integrity on The Earth
Inaugural Meeting
Opening Remarks and Keynote Address

Good morning. I’m Michael, the Chair of the Ethics Department at the Society for Maintaining Integrity on The Earth and I’d like to welcome you to this inaugural meeting. It’s good to see all of you who accepted our invitation, and I’m looking forward to meeting with all of you individually. These are exciting times for all of us as we embark on this new project.

I’d also like to introduce Peter, our database administrator and technical wizard. Say hello, Peter. (Peter smiles, waves, and mumbles a greeting.) Peter will be leading the afternoon computer training workshop. He will also introduce the new phone app for Android and iPhone. This allows much faster access to information you’ll need to assess any situation. We haven’t yet activated the function because we still want you allow time for deep contemplation before acting.

A few housekeeping items before we get started. Lunch will be from 11:30 am until 1:00 pm in the Grand Ballroom. Be sure to bring the tickets that are behind your name badges. A bus for your spouses’ slash significant others’ activities will leave from the main entrance at 1:15pm and return in time for dinner.

Joseph Stalin famously said, “Everyone has the right to be stupid, but some people abuse the privilege.” I’ve been active since the first Homo sapiens appeared, weeding out those whose excessive stupidity threatened humanity’s survival and progress. Sometimes it was so rampant that I’m amazed you’ve accomplished anything in the past ten thousand years.

My job was much simpler in prehistoric times. There were fewer people and natural selection – what you call Darwinism – was very efficient. If you were persistently stupid, some ferocious beast decided you might make a nice snack (with a little subliminal suggestion from yours truly). Irritating the rest of the tribe might get you thrown into a volcano, justified by the flimsy excuse of “appeasing the gods.”

Now and then Administration had to periodically step in and thin the herd. Destroying almost everyone and everything with The Great Flood was regrettable, but that instilled the fear of The Almighty in the survivors, at least for a few centuries.

Later I experimented in Ancient Egypt, using the more articulate among the masses – Moses, David and others – to provide blatant warnings. The Pharaoh got nine warnings before the smiting began. I think DeMille’s casting of Yul Brynner was genius and I must admit a certain fondness for that stunt with the Red Sea.

A millennium and a half later, Administration had a great idea. Why not send Himself to live among the people? You recall how well THAT worked out. After the Resurrection the stupid in power – it’s amazing how the latter attracts the former – treated the disciples rather badly. Even a well-written manual wasn’t good enough for some – yes, I realize men don’t like to follow instructions – but then using it to inflict unspeakable pain has been humanity’s most despicable perversion.

Earthquakes, fires, the Black Death – all managed to keep the great unwashed under some control. That is, until things improved over the next couple of centuries and people began throwing caution to the wind. We found ourselves back at square one. The Renaissance was but a brief respite from idiocy. Humanity been remarkably resistant to guidance and reason.

By the twentieth century I had to become less subtle in my messages. That guy on the street, the one dressed in rags who held the sign that said, “The End is Near?” He wasn’t crazy; he was a walking Public Service Announcement. Targeted individuals who noticed but ignored the obvious hint later met with an unfortunate “accident.”

But the burgeoning population made it difficult for me to keep up with the workload. Social media has brought out the worst in people and you can thank those media czars for record levels of stupidity. Administration decided I needed some help, and that is where you come in.

You’ve all been selected for various reasons, for the Lord works in mysterious ways. Some of the people close to you probably wondered, “Why him (or her) and not me? I could do a damn good job of smiting!”  We appreciated their enthusiasm but there’s more to it than just summarily dispatching everyone who irritates the crap out of you. One of this morning’s sessions will cover the guidelines for choosing those most deserving. Our next session will discuss why you were chosen.

Thank you for attending and I hope you all find these talks illuminating.