My last update was posted February 3, 2013. One month to the day after Patty died. I have struggled with even the simplest things. I'm trying to pick this blog back up, to get back into the habit of writing. The next several posts will likely be as much therapy for me as anything else. The first anniversary of my upside down life is approaching and I'm struggling to be in the present. Because of the way my mind works, I can't NOT remember what happened last year. I don't want this Christmas season to be overshadowed by last year. I'm hoping that writing will help me find some light in the midst of the shadows.
Sunday, December 15, 2013
Sunday, February 3, 2013
A very personal post
This is perhaps the most personal thing I have posted, here or anywhere. It is the reason for my absence from this site for the last year.
I have not posted with any regularity for quite some time, but my absence for the last year has been due to some very difficult personal circumstances. A few weeks after my last post, my youngest brother took an overdose of prescription and over-the-counter medications, which resulted in his being hospitalized. I spent a weekend with him at the hospital because my parents were unable to be there for him. My father had had a mild stroke in November 2011, he was recovering nicely up until my brother's unfortunate incident. A couple of weeks later, Dad was in the coronary care unit. After about 10 days in the hospital, he went home with hospice care. He died on March 13. The next couple of weeks were a blur. I've made numerous trips to check on Mom in the last year. I helped my youngest brother move in with Mom. I got behind at work and finally managed to get caught up (mostly).
In October, my wife was let go from the bank where she had worked for almost 27 years. It was yet another difficult and stressful time. Fortunately, shortly after she was let go, there was an opening posted for a bookmobile manager for the local library. Her dream had always been to work at the library. She applied and was hired, beginning work there the first of November. For the next six weeks she was the happiest she had been since we married.
On Monday morning, December 17, my world turned upside down. We were getting up for work, like any normal Monday morning. I got up first and went downstairs, ten or fifteen minutes later, I heard my wife call out. I rushed upstairs to find her standing at the foot of the bed, leaning against the bed. The right of side of her face was drooping and she could not move her right arm. I called 9-1-1, helped her into the stroke position, went downstairs to make sure the EMS personnel would be able to enter the house , and rushed back to her side. She was taken to the local hospital, where she remained for a short time, before being transferred to the larger regional medical center, some thirty miles away. That afternoon, we were informed she had a five centimeter lesion in the parietal region of her brain which had likely caused the stroke symptoms and four smaller lesions in other parts of her brain. We were told there were also numerous spots in her lungs and a mass on her left adrenal gland. These, we were told, were indicative of metastatic melanoma. Prior to this point, we had no clue she was in anything other than perfect health.
She had surgery to remove the larger lesion, and immediately began to regain her speech. Within a couple of weeks she was in a rehabilitation hospital showing daily progress toward recovery from the stoke symptoms. From all appearances, we were on the long road to stroke recovery and preparing to do battle with the cancer that threatened her life. Then it happened. I left to run a few errands while she waited another thirty minutes to go to physical therapy. When they came to get her for therapy, as they stood her up, she collapsed and within minutes had coded. I was summoned to the emergency room, and waited for what seem an eternity for the doctor to come out. His first words were, "I'm sorry we have to meet under these circumstances..."
My life since then has been nightmarish. It's been a month, as of today. I know at some point it will get better. I've had a difficult week. I've washed the clothes she wore before she fell ill, donated some of her pants to a resale shop, washed the sheets from the bed, removed her personal items from her vehicle (which I won't be able to afford to keep). [I don't know if I could drive it again if I did keep it. I was driving her vehicle the day she died.] I wake up at night and I don't see her form in the bed next to me... then I realize that I won't. Ever. So, I roll over, try to put that thought out of my mind, and go back to sleep. Everything here reminds me of her. This was our home, it was where we made our life together. Now, that life is over. I am doing all I can to go on. This post is part of my grief process, part of my attempt to recover something resembling life. I know I cannot live in the past, and I know, somehow, I have to find a way forward from here.
I have not posted with any regularity for quite some time, but my absence for the last year has been due to some very difficult personal circumstances. A few weeks after my last post, my youngest brother took an overdose of prescription and over-the-counter medications, which resulted in his being hospitalized. I spent a weekend with him at the hospital because my parents were unable to be there for him. My father had had a mild stroke in November 2011, he was recovering nicely up until my brother's unfortunate incident. A couple of weeks later, Dad was in the coronary care unit. After about 10 days in the hospital, he went home with hospice care. He died on March 13. The next couple of weeks were a blur. I've made numerous trips to check on Mom in the last year. I helped my youngest brother move in with Mom. I got behind at work and finally managed to get caught up (mostly).
In October, my wife was let go from the bank where she had worked for almost 27 years. It was yet another difficult and stressful time. Fortunately, shortly after she was let go, there was an opening posted for a bookmobile manager for the local library. Her dream had always been to work at the library. She applied and was hired, beginning work there the first of November. For the next six weeks she was the happiest she had been since we married.
On Monday morning, December 17, my world turned upside down. We were getting up for work, like any normal Monday morning. I got up first and went downstairs, ten or fifteen minutes later, I heard my wife call out. I rushed upstairs to find her standing at the foot of the bed, leaning against the bed. The right of side of her face was drooping and she could not move her right arm. I called 9-1-1, helped her into the stroke position, went downstairs to make sure the EMS personnel would be able to enter the house , and rushed back to her side. She was taken to the local hospital, where she remained for a short time, before being transferred to the larger regional medical center, some thirty miles away. That afternoon, we were informed she had a five centimeter lesion in the parietal region of her brain which had likely caused the stroke symptoms and four smaller lesions in other parts of her brain. We were told there were also numerous spots in her lungs and a mass on her left adrenal gland. These, we were told, were indicative of metastatic melanoma. Prior to this point, we had no clue she was in anything other than perfect health.
She had surgery to remove the larger lesion, and immediately began to regain her speech. Within a couple of weeks she was in a rehabilitation hospital showing daily progress toward recovery from the stoke symptoms. From all appearances, we were on the long road to stroke recovery and preparing to do battle with the cancer that threatened her life. Then it happened. I left to run a few errands while she waited another thirty minutes to go to physical therapy. When they came to get her for therapy, as they stood her up, she collapsed and within minutes had coded. I was summoned to the emergency room, and waited for what seem an eternity for the doctor to come out. His first words were, "I'm sorry we have to meet under these circumstances..."
My life since then has been nightmarish. It's been a month, as of today. I know at some point it will get better. I've had a difficult week. I've washed the clothes she wore before she fell ill, donated some of her pants to a resale shop, washed the sheets from the bed, removed her personal items from her vehicle (which I won't be able to afford to keep). [I don't know if I could drive it again if I did keep it. I was driving her vehicle the day she died.] I wake up at night and I don't see her form in the bed next to me... then I realize that I won't. Ever. So, I roll over, try to put that thought out of my mind, and go back to sleep. Everything here reminds me of her. This was our home, it was where we made our life together. Now, that life is over. I am doing all I can to go on. This post is part of my grief process, part of my attempt to recover something resembling life. I know I cannot live in the past, and I know, somehow, I have to find a way forward from here.
Saturday, October 15, 2011
My Pagoclone Replacement
I was one of the participants in the final testing of pagoclone (which was in trials to determine its efficacy in the treatment of persistent development stuttering in adults) prior to its withdrawal after the trials were ended in November 2010. I was chosen for the trial because, even at the age of 54, my stuttering was severe enough to interfere with my enjoyment of life.
I was taking several different herbal supplements prior to the trial, but suspended their usage for the duration of the trial, so as not to taint the study results. None of the supplements I had been taking had ever had any effect on my stuttering. I had a SpeechEasy device which I had used for about 5 years. I stopped using it during the trial as well.
For me, the pagoclone was very effective in dramatically lessening the frequency and severity of my stuttering. In fact, the pagoclone worked better for me than the SpeechEasy had. I had some minor difficulty with the SpeechEasy, not so much with my fluency as with the sensation of hearing delayed and frequency altered sounds in my left ear while my right ear was hearing things in real time. The pagoclone, for me, was wonderful. I was told when I was selected for the study that I would continue to get the drug once the trial had ended up until the time the drug either went to market or was withdrawn. When I was informed four weeks ahead of the end of the trial that the drug was going to be withdrawn, I was distraught. It had worked so well for me. There had been noticeable improvements in my fluency and I had gotten a tremendous amount of encouragement from co-workers and peers who were excited by the noticeable improvement.
Facing the end of the pagoclone supply in a matter of weeks, I went on a desperate search for something that would deliver a comparable result. It was a depressing search. There has never been a drug to effectively treat persistent stuttering, so there was no good place to start. I remembered, though, how the researchers had been alerted to the possible efficacy of pagoclone for stuttering by an anecdotal report from one of the physicians in a previous study of pagoclone as an anxiolytic agent. The results of the study were not as promising as had been hoped in the anti-anxiety study and Indevus was on the verge of dropping the drug when the potential new use was suggested.
I started looking at herbal supplements that may have mild anxiolytic properties with being overly sedative. I was also looking for something that would have the least amount of known negative side effects. I had experimented with Kava in the past, but had not noticed any significant improvement. I was also aware of some potentially dangerous side effects with Kava. I found several mentions of different psychotropic drugs as possible alternatives, but the potential side effects were, for me, a non-starter.
After several weeks of searching, I finally settled on a regimen that I would begin the day the trial ended. I chose Valerian, a herb that has been used for some time as a sleep aid with good results and minimal side effects, though there is no data on the long term regular usage. The Valerian formulation readily available to me was a 450mg whole root capsule with the direction to take 3 capsules 30 minutes before bedtime. I decided I would take 2 capsules on the same twice a day schedule I had taken the pagoclone. I also resumed taking St. John's Wort twice a day, which I had discontinued during the study.
The results for me have been at least as good as, and quite possibly better than, the pagoclone. For me, that is saying a lot. I am now almost 11 months into the regimen, and it has worked very well. Other than some minor tiredness, I have not noticed any negative side effects. I cannot say for certain whether it is the Valerian alone or the Valerian in combination with the St. John's Wort that is responsible for what actually seems to be an improvement over the pagoclone results.
Of course, the standard disclaimers apply to this post. Nothing herein is meant to diagnose, or recommend treatment for, any condition. You should consult with your physician before starting any supplement regimen. The results mentioned above are purely anecdotal and are not meant to suggest any researched conclusions.
One final note: I am also taking Saw Palmetto Plus from the Vitamin Shoppe. It is at least theoretically possible that one or more ingredients in this supplement may be interacting with the Valerian and/or St. John's Wort.
Another possibly significant variable: I drink a 10-cup pot of black coffee every day. I have done so for almost 30 years. I use about 2 11.5oz bricks of medium roast Colombian coffee every week.
I was taking several different herbal supplements prior to the trial, but suspended their usage for the duration of the trial, so as not to taint the study results. None of the supplements I had been taking had ever had any effect on my stuttering. I had a SpeechEasy device which I had used for about 5 years. I stopped using it during the trial as well.
For me, the pagoclone was very effective in dramatically lessening the frequency and severity of my stuttering. In fact, the pagoclone worked better for me than the SpeechEasy had. I had some minor difficulty with the SpeechEasy, not so much with my fluency as with the sensation of hearing delayed and frequency altered sounds in my left ear while my right ear was hearing things in real time. The pagoclone, for me, was wonderful. I was told when I was selected for the study that I would continue to get the drug once the trial had ended up until the time the drug either went to market or was withdrawn. When I was informed four weeks ahead of the end of the trial that the drug was going to be withdrawn, I was distraught. It had worked so well for me. There had been noticeable improvements in my fluency and I had gotten a tremendous amount of encouragement from co-workers and peers who were excited by the noticeable improvement.
Facing the end of the pagoclone supply in a matter of weeks, I went on a desperate search for something that would deliver a comparable result. It was a depressing search. There has never been a drug to effectively treat persistent stuttering, so there was no good place to start. I remembered, though, how the researchers had been alerted to the possible efficacy of pagoclone for stuttering by an anecdotal report from one of the physicians in a previous study of pagoclone as an anxiolytic agent. The results of the study were not as promising as had been hoped in the anti-anxiety study and Indevus was on the verge of dropping the drug when the potential new use was suggested.
I started looking at herbal supplements that may have mild anxiolytic properties with being overly sedative. I was also looking for something that would have the least amount of known negative side effects. I had experimented with Kava in the past, but had not noticed any significant improvement. I was also aware of some potentially dangerous side effects with Kava. I found several mentions of different psychotropic drugs as possible alternatives, but the potential side effects were, for me, a non-starter.
After several weeks of searching, I finally settled on a regimen that I would begin the day the trial ended. I chose Valerian, a herb that has been used for some time as a sleep aid with good results and minimal side effects, though there is no data on the long term regular usage. The Valerian formulation readily available to me was a 450mg whole root capsule with the direction to take 3 capsules 30 minutes before bedtime. I decided I would take 2 capsules on the same twice a day schedule I had taken the pagoclone. I also resumed taking St. John's Wort twice a day, which I had discontinued during the study.
The results for me have been at least as good as, and quite possibly better than, the pagoclone. For me, that is saying a lot. I am now almost 11 months into the regimen, and it has worked very well. Other than some minor tiredness, I have not noticed any negative side effects. I cannot say for certain whether it is the Valerian alone or the Valerian in combination with the St. John's Wort that is responsible for what actually seems to be an improvement over the pagoclone results.
Of course, the standard disclaimers apply to this post. Nothing herein is meant to diagnose, or recommend treatment for, any condition. You should consult with your physician before starting any supplement regimen. The results mentioned above are purely anecdotal and are not meant to suggest any researched conclusions.
One final note: I am also taking Saw Palmetto Plus from the Vitamin Shoppe. It is at least theoretically possible that one or more ingredients in this supplement may be interacting with the Valerian and/or St. John's Wort.
Another possibly significant variable: I drink a 10-cup pot of black coffee every day. I have done so for almost 30 years. I use about 2 11.5oz bricks of medium roast Colombian coffee every week.
Friday, October 14, 2011
25 Random Things About Me
1. I have a tendency to reveal too much information, which can be a little embarassing and offputting. If I were you, I'd stop reading now before things get weird.
2. What!?! Are you still reading this? RE-read number 1 above and heed the warning.
3. OK. It's your own damn fault. Don't say you weren't warned. If you end up trying to claw your eyes out and wishing you could UN-read something, you have no one to blame but yourself.
4. I have a mild case of Asperger's syndrome. That's my description. My friends (both of them) would swear there is nothing mild about my Asperger's.
5. I don't do very well in social situations. I am really awkward as hell. (see #4)
6. When I was in the first grade, I was being bullied on the school bus by an older boy who threatened to beat me up if I didn't tell him his name. After several minutes of increasing stress and terror, I finally blurted out "Little BoPeep!" ...Fifty years later, his nickname is still BoPeep.
7. I was recently part of a drug trial, testing a drug to treat persistent developmental stuttering in adults. The drug trial ended in November 2010. After the trial was over, I found an alternative herbal regimen that may actually work at least as well and possibly better than the trial drug (which was discontinued).
8. I went to high school with Harry Carson (NFL Hall of Fame, former linebacker for the NY Giants. It was Harry (#53) that Joe Theisman was trying to elude when Lawrence Taylor ended his career). Harry kept me from getting beat up once (though I really didn't deserve it) by announcing: "You leave him alone. That's my friend." I am forever endebted to Harry.
9. I met William Christopher (Father Mulcahy from the TV series M*A*S*H) and Temple Grandin (who was the subject of an HBO bio-pic) at an Autism Society of America conference in Albequerque (July 1992).
10. I have a fairly significant auditory memory deficit which nearly derailed my persuit of a BA degree. I was able to complete the foreign language requirement (I took French, I could read and understand it, but not speak, write or understand the spoken language) by reading a book (printed in France) with questions at the end of each chapter and writing my responses to the questions in English. I passed it with an A.
11. Playing church league basketball in high school, in one game I was tied for the leading scorer on my team and led the team in assists. We lost 119-4. Honestly. We had 5 players and no coach when the game began and we faced a team that had 15 players and 2 coaches. I was one of (maybe) two players on our team who were not stoned. (I don't think my brother was stoned that night.)
12. I didn't date (not actually my choice) during high school. Had my first "real" date (and first "real" kiss!) near the end of my freshman year of college.
13. I used to really enjoy walking in the woods at night without a flashlight or weapon. Especially during a new moon.
14. I taught myself to play guitar as a teenager. (Actually started teaching myself... I've almost got it figured out now. I'm a thumb-picker. Most of what I play nowadays are hymns from the old Broadman Hymnal and a few traditional tunes. The thumb-picking is why the thumbnail and index fingernail on my right hand are longer than the others.)
15. As a freshman in college, I wrote a play for my church youth group with about eight songs included.
16. I wrote songs for about 10 years. The song writing tapered off after I married my muse. That didn't turn out to be nearly as great as I thought it would be.
17. I drove a van for a cigarette vending route for about a year. I was a non-smoker, but became very knowledgeable about cigarettes. Especially the closed date freshness codes.
18. I have shovelled sheep shit. Seriously. The real poop, not some metaphorical crap.
19. I was 22 when I had my first beer. And my first Bourbon, and my first Scotch. (Cue George Thorogood and the Destroyers "One Bourbon, One Scotch, One Beer" now.)
20. President Nixon announced to the nation the end of the military draft for Vietnam the night before my 18th birthday. I registered for the draft, took my draft card home, and burned it.
21. I once sold shoes at Thom McAn. (Well, not too many.)
22. I graduated from a Baptist university and a Baptist seminary and was ordained as a Baptist minister. I never served as a Baptist pastor, however, I did serve for a time as a United Methodist pastor. (I was raised in a very religious, very conservative, Southern Baptist family.)
23. I wore a black armband to seminary for a week after the presidential election of 1980. That did not make me popular with the overwhelming majority of my peers. (I dared to blaspheme Reagan their savior).
24. Prior to 1996, I had been continuously employed for over 30 years and never worked more than 36 months in one place. I have been with my present employer for almost 15 years. **(I actually retired with over 27 years, and a total of 30 years with South Carolina!)
25. I met my (second) wife on America Online shortly after the ending separation of my first (muse) marriage. We met IRL about 3 weeks later. It was magic then, and it still is now. (She has since tragically passed, but I have remarried and my current wife is proof that lightening can strike twice! The flame still burns.)
26. I worked one spring (1986) grading writing samples from standardized tests. I worked scoring 3rd grade papers from Texas and 5th grade papers from South Carolina. I also worked on a short project, scoring punctuation on samples from Baltimore City Schools. It may have been the most eclectic and most fun group of people I have ever worked with. Everyone (except for me) either had an MA or MFA in English or writing or an MAT or MEd with certification to teach English. I have an MDiv (with languages), but talked them into letting me take the qualifying exam (that everyone had to pass anyway) and agreeing that if I passed the exam, I should be sufficiently qualified to do the job. I passed the exam and ended up being a "third reader" (each paper was read and scored twice and the scores had to agree... if not, it was read a third time by someone whose scoring accuracy was in the top 10%).
27. I have reduced my coffee consumption to only one pot a day now. There was a time (see above) when I drank about two and a half pots of coffee a day. (I like my coffee strong, hot and black.)
28. I got my driver's license on my sixth attempt to pass the road test. I now teach Defensve Driving.
Yes, I know there 28 things on the list. You will notice, however, the first 3 are not really "about me," so there are only 25 random things about me.
2. What!?! Are you still reading this? RE-read number 1 above and heed the warning.
3. OK. It's your own damn fault. Don't say you weren't warned. If you end up trying to claw your eyes out and wishing you could UN-read something, you have no one to blame but yourself.
4. I have a mild case of Asperger's syndrome. That's my description. My friends (both of them) would swear there is nothing mild about my Asperger's.
5. I don't do very well in social situations. I am really awkward as hell. (see #4)
6. When I was in the first grade, I was being bullied on the school bus by an older boy who threatened to beat me up if I didn't tell him his name. After several minutes of increasing stress and terror, I finally blurted out "Little BoPeep!" ...Fifty years later, his nickname is still BoPeep.
7. I was recently part of a drug trial, testing a drug to treat persistent developmental stuttering in adults. The drug trial ended in November 2010. After the trial was over, I found an alternative herbal regimen that may actually work at least as well and possibly better than the trial drug (which was discontinued).
8. I went to high school with Harry Carson (NFL Hall of Fame, former linebacker for the NY Giants. It was Harry (#53) that Joe Theisman was trying to elude when Lawrence Taylor ended his career). Harry kept me from getting beat up once (though I really didn't deserve it) by announcing: "You leave him alone. That's my friend." I am forever endebted to Harry.
9. I met William Christopher (Father Mulcahy from the TV series M*A*S*H) and Temple Grandin (who was the subject of an HBO bio-pic) at an Autism Society of America conference in Albequerque (July 1992).
10. I have a fairly significant auditory memory deficit which nearly derailed my persuit of a BA degree. I was able to complete the foreign language requirement (I took French, I could read and understand it, but not speak, write or understand the spoken language) by reading a book (printed in France) with questions at the end of each chapter and writing my responses to the questions in English. I passed it with an A.
11. Playing church league basketball in high school, in one game I was tied for the leading scorer on my team and led the team in assists. We lost 119-4. Honestly. We had 5 players and no coach when the game began and we faced a team that had 15 players and 2 coaches. I was one of (maybe) two players on our team who were not stoned. (I don't think my brother was stoned that night.)
12. I didn't date (not actually my choice) during high school. Had my first "real" date (and first "real" kiss!) near the end of my freshman year of college.
13. I used to really enjoy walking in the woods at night without a flashlight or weapon. Especially during a new moon.
14. I taught myself to play guitar as a teenager. (Actually started teaching myself... I've almost got it figured out now. I'm a thumb-picker. Most of what I play nowadays are hymns from the old Broadman Hymnal and a few traditional tunes. The thumb-picking is why the thumbnail and index fingernail on my right hand are longer than the others.)
15. As a freshman in college, I wrote a play for my church youth group with about eight songs included.
16. I wrote songs for about 10 years. The song writing tapered off after I married my muse. That didn't turn out to be nearly as great as I thought it would be.
17. I drove a van for a cigarette vending route for about a year. I was a non-smoker, but became very knowledgeable about cigarettes. Especially the closed date freshness codes.
18. I have shovelled sheep shit. Seriously. The real poop, not some metaphorical crap.
19. I was 22 when I had my first beer. And my first Bourbon, and my first Scotch. (Cue George Thorogood and the Destroyers "One Bourbon, One Scotch, One Beer" now.)
20. President Nixon announced to the nation the end of the military draft for Vietnam the night before my 18th birthday. I registered for the draft, took my draft card home, and burned it.
21. I once sold shoes at Thom McAn. (Well, not too many.)
22. I graduated from a Baptist university and a Baptist seminary and was ordained as a Baptist minister. I never served as a Baptist pastor, however, I did serve for a time as a United Methodist pastor. (I was raised in a very religious, very conservative, Southern Baptist family.)
23. I wore a black armband to seminary for a week after the presidential election of 1980. That did not make me popular with the overwhelming majority of my peers. (I dared to blaspheme Reagan their savior).
24. Prior to 1996, I had been continuously employed for over 30 years and never worked more than 36 months in one place. I have been with my present employer for almost 15 years. **(I actually retired with over 27 years, and a total of 30 years with South Carolina!)
25. I met my (second) wife on America Online shortly after the ending separation of my first (muse) marriage. We met IRL about 3 weeks later. It was magic then, and it still is now. (She has since tragically passed, but I have remarried and my current wife is proof that lightening can strike twice! The flame still burns.)
26. I worked one spring (1986) grading writing samples from standardized tests. I worked scoring 3rd grade papers from Texas and 5th grade papers from South Carolina. I also worked on a short project, scoring punctuation on samples from Baltimore City Schools. It may have been the most eclectic and most fun group of people I have ever worked with. Everyone (except for me) either had an MA or MFA in English or writing or an MAT or MEd with certification to teach English. I have an MDiv (with languages), but talked them into letting me take the qualifying exam (that everyone had to pass anyway) and agreeing that if I passed the exam, I should be sufficiently qualified to do the job. I passed the exam and ended up being a "third reader" (each paper was read and scored twice and the scores had to agree... if not, it was read a third time by someone whose scoring accuracy was in the top 10%).
27. I have reduced my coffee consumption to only one pot a day now. There was a time (see above) when I drank about two and a half pots of coffee a day. (I like my coffee strong, hot and black.)
28. I got my driver's license on my sixth attempt to pass the road test. I now teach Defensve Driving.
Yes, I know there 28 things on the list. You will notice, however, the first 3 are not really "about me," so there are only 25 random things about me.
Friday, April 22, 2011
YouTube - Programmer under oath admits computers rig elections
The hearing at which this testimony was delivered was held in 2005 to determine whether or not claims of election rigging were plausible with regard to the presidential election of 2004. Oddly enough, the topic of the hearing was never made a priority by the Department of Justice. The machines in question are the same machines being used in many South Carolina counties. Maybe it's just a coincidence that the Republican Party has become the dominant force in South Carolina politics, but then again, maybe it's not. Perhaps we're not as stupid as we are naive for believing the touch screen voting machines deliver a fair and accurate tally of the intention of the voters.
Thursday, January 20, 2011
Fox News Most Distrusted Name In News: Poll
"Fox News was one of only two networks that saw its distrust levels increase from last year's study. Last year, 37 percent of respondents said they didn't trust Fox--a nine-point difference from the 2011 poll."
If people are actually getting wise to the propaganda game that Fox has been playing, maybe there will be a decrease in viewership (and accompanying drop in ad revenues) and an increase in the overall intelligence level of the American public... Nahhh.... something tells me this is just a statistical aberration...”
Fox News Most Distrusted Name In News: Poll
If people are actually getting wise to the propaganda game that Fox has been playing, maybe there will be a decrease in viewership (and accompanying drop in ad revenues) and an increase in the overall intelligence level of the American public... Nahhh.... something tells me this is just a statistical aberration...”
Fox News Most Distrusted Name In News: Poll
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