Posts tagged ‘disease’

Islanders in the stars

Voyager II left the solar system.

Onboard instruments detected the change in environment, which gave me pause.

If there were aliens out there, and they stumbled upon the probes we sent out, what would they do?

If they’re anything like us – we’re fucked.

Like our governments, theirs might be imposing a quarantine on us. To protect the primitive people from the outside world. If history has taught US anything, and maybe them too, then contact of a highly developed society to a less developed society usually ends bad for the less developed society.

Not always because the natives got butchered, but because the culture shock drove them into an unhealthy lifestyle (many polynesian populations are combating obesity because of the abundance of the ‘modern’ world, whilst their ancestors evolved to endure scarcity), or because the higher developed society brought on diseases the natives had no immunity to (need I say ANYTHING?).

So a quarantine might be imposed to protect US. Like on north sentinel island.

Yeah, I was going to go there eventually.

So some nutjob christian missionary had the grand fucking idea of going there, and got killed.

Good riddance!

So far, no one hedged any plans of retrieving the body, no one swore revenge.

But what if he had (or HAS?) brought some pathogen to the island he was unaware of carrying? What if some asshole had the great idea of retrieving his body?

In either case the sentinelese would be fucked.

As would we be if some fundamental religitard from space thought to himself that they need to convert the primitives of the third planet to their one true religion.

Just some food for thought. Take care,

A.

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Advertising, again

Advertisers the world over celebrate the fact that I’m not in power of a world wide government.

Why?

Because I would outlaw advertising.

But that isn’t what irked me to do today’s post.

It was a cross promotion I was bothered with on YouTube lately.

A Star Wars Solo and Car cross promotion.

First off, if your goated to see that good awful movie because of this, all hope for you is lost. All hope for you lineage is lost.

Secondly, if you’re prompted to purchase that car because the advertising was affiliated with Star Wars… then get into that car, start the engine, find a nice steel reinforced concrete wall, and drive into it at top speed.

I know, the advertising sluts are banking on the cliche nerds in their mid thirties to early forties, who had to move out of their parents basement and now need/want a car. But they fail to realize that THOSE Star Wars nerds, HATE the new movies.

All in all it is a sign of failure.

You buy that ticket, you lose (money and time).

You buy that car, you lose (money and dignity).

You made this advert, you lost (dignity, money, trust, customers, time)

Really, I hope that everyone involved in this gets some repugnant skin disease that mutilates their faces for eternity.

Take care, and stop advertising, really.

A.

Parental misadventures 6th Feb. 2016

So, to let y’all know where the promised updates are staying (away atm), a little report from my life as a parent.

Two weeks ago last Saturday my son came down with a fever and sore throat. Wife went to the pediatrician, got it looked at and the diagnosis was clear: Streptococcal angina.
Bad.
So, take antibiotics for ten days (that was up to and incuding last Wednesday) and get the fever down if needed.
Okay.
(If some holistic dipshit even dares to inhale in disagreement I will ram your wheatmill down your windpipe!)

Wife got streptococcus.
I got streptococcus.
My son already had it.
Alright, so the three of us were eating antibiotics like other families eat tictacs until we either got done with the package, or reached the end of prescription time.
All was well, all were well.

You might think I’d end here, and you just misread the title. End on a high note, a positive development.

Hold on.

So Friday-Saturday night my son woke up somewhen in the dead of night, demanding either me or my wife take him to our bed. (Again, some asshat inhaling to utter shit about a family bed will get smothered with a breastfeeding pillow).
He had a fever, not too high, but high, as we measured later at about 7am.
Off to the emergency pediatric service of the closest hospital! We don’t want to frak around if it’s the streptococcus again/still, and wait for Monday, for normal pediatrician/doctor opening.

Great spring like weather, sunshine galore, and an excruciating waiting time of over 2 hours INDOORS aside, we get to the examination. She looks at his throat after listening to the ordeal of the last two weeks patiently. “Well, give him painkiller/fever dampener if the sore throat returns, he’s red back there, but no puss.”
“Can we test for streptococci?”
“Why? If its positive, you gotta administer antibiotics again?”
Bitch! That’s the idea, we wanna annihilate this bacteria! Not just smother the symptoms and hop on one leg through lala-land. “Uhm, well, we gotta know. We don’t want him to suffer, because that shit hurts.”
“Okay.” *sad* tests him and we return 15 min later for the results.
Turns out it IS streptococcus. New antibiotics (shut up hippy scum!), stronger yield now (the same dope shit daddy got. Muahahahaha) and the order to keep him home on Monday, because “he be contagious”. Bitch! You wanted us to keep the symptoms at bay and infest the entire Kindergarden before, now you act all high mighty?
“We’ll do. We’ll do.” And we hightailed it outta there.

It’s days like Saturday that illustrate WHY I’m behind on schedule. There is no time to do shit, unless I take one. Parents are always on the move, there isn’t a dull moment, ever.

Take care,
A.