Saturday, July 16, 2011

A Very Moving Experience

I've stopped sobbing uncontrollably. And for the most part, the constant pain in my lower spine and muscles in the back of my legs has eased enough as to allow me to think through a complete thought. I've resigned myself to the realization that I have too many broken electric gizmos that I'll never fix "one day when I get around to it," too many clothes that I'll never again wear even if they do still fit, which they don't, and too many unidentifiable things that have been gathering alien-looking dust balls in the garage.


I was going to do this move scientifically, you see. I was going to throw all the old junk away. I wasn't going to pack it up with the stuff I just absolutely HAD to save, even though I had forgotten about it 10 years ago. We'd lived in this old house ever since my Dad died over 20 years ago, and he lived in it for over 20 years before that. There was a LOT of stuff. The "scientific approach to moving" went out the window on the third full day of packing. The rule suddenly was PACK IT ALL PACK EVERYTHING JUST GET IT IN A BOX ON THE TRUCK.

At any rate, it's practically done. We've some assorted stuff still left to move, but the big stuff is finally in the new place. And of course we don't know where anything is. The standard answer to any question beginning "Do you know where the ..." is "It's in a box somewhere, I know I saw it just a few minutes ago ..."

By the way, moving over the Fourth of July weekend is really not a good idea. All your friends are "camping" all of a sudden. Even those who have never camped in their lives. But we do still have a few die-hard good friends and we'd like to thank good friend Don H. who saved us a lot of work with his truck and huge trailer. He even refused to accept gas money, and instead said "that's what friends are for."

And he's absolutely right.

Sunday, July 10, 2011

It's Over

(As we get started again, or "restart," if you prefer, I find that Arthur has been sending regular dispatches from Marin County as though I was still alive, and the following is one of those dispatches. My apologies to Arthur for the delay on my part, and thanks. JP.)

Rupert Murdock owned 40% of the news media and television in the UK and was on the cusp of gathering in total control of a broadcasting company that he only owned 39% of. Then some very bad things happened and more things happened and people who knew a lot of secrets started talking publicly for the first time, shaking off the fear of what would happen to them if they spoke up.

Among those who were deeply afraid were the most powerful political figures, of all the political parties. To a great extent the power of the Murdock press monopoly had begun to decide elections and decide policy. That is a more extreme version of the impact Fox News and the News Corporation have had on the United States. Their cute trick of hiring conservative political figures to give them exposure and face-recognition among the electorate (Gingrich, Palin, Huckabee... ) and to buy their loyalty is a twist on what has been done in the UK.

But while these articles on a scandal in England may seem distant from our political world, they are not. This may be the end, or at least the gelding, of the Murdock machine. It can be seen in England to have acted very like mobsters, trading influence and protection for the right to get their way in regard to expanding their media empire, the better to monopolize, control the public debate and reap financial rewards. It looks to the British public rather as though they ran a decades-long criminal enterprise, while wearing nice suits. What remains to be seen is whether any members of the Murdock family will be jailed in the UK, or as it turns out in the United States through a quirk in the law on bribing foreign officials. Which it is clear that News Corp has done. Several million e-mails appear to have been "lost on their way to Mumbai", as has been quaintly suggested. What, they had one too many drinks and fell over the side of the ship? But data has a nasty habit of staying around a great deal longer than people would like it to. And when the company in question has tarnished its reputation by (a) tapping the phones of kidnapped and killed teenage girls (b) tapped the phones of public officials, movie stars and anyone else they thought to be newsworthy (c) and tapped the phones of the bereaved families of soldiers killed in Afghanistan (perhaps to see if they had any newsworthy dirt in their closets?) and (d) ladled out large cash bribes to members of London's Metropolitan Police Force, apparently in return for tip-offs and access to dirt on public figures... when all of that is exposed and when evidence seems to have been destroyed or attempts were clearly made to destroy it, then the public has turned on News Corporation with a fury I can not recall seeing before. The report that in the lead-up to the Iraq War Tony Blair was calling Rupert Murdock several times a day? That is the sort of story that does not do a political figure's legacy any favors.

And the good news is that things in this country had not gone as far down the tubes as all of that. We think. The other good news is that when a career criminal gets arrested in the commission of one crime, they often are quickly identified as the perpetrator of an entire string of other crimes. And that often is the effective end of their useful criminal career, that up until then seemed to be going so well.

I take no pleasure in the fall of others, but it would seem that they made their own beds, not once, but again and again over many decades, and had come to view themselves as untouchable. Too powerful to fail, one might say. And since they interested themselves in politics, apparently for personal gain and no other reason, it is hard to feel too sorry for them. We can be sorry they got greedy, we can be sorry they appear to have been people of not much character, we can be sorry they do not seem to have cared for anything other than their own self-gain. But some people's children just seem to grow up that way.

Arthur

Saturday, June 11, 2011

Weekend Update - Sitcom Campaign Edition

(Know what I find amazing about the newspaper that magically appears on my doorstep every morning before dawn? well I'm going to tell you. All the news that happens every day just happens to fit neatly right into that paper. Yep. No more, no less. It's amazing. And the stories. Oh the stories. Like today for instance. In just a quick scan of a few minutes this morning we read of a bar in Paris that the owner has turned into some kind of shrine to Jim Morrison and The Doors, and who is now being sued by a Beverly Hills attorney who warns in a letter that "The Doors do not want to be seen as having approved of your establishment and also the consumption of alcohol." We all know Morrison didn't approve of the consumtion of alcohol, don't we? I also learned that drug lords in Mexico have taken to wearing Polo shirts, and now all the street venders are selling them like hot tacos to everyone. We all want to look like a Mexican drug lord, don't we? And I also read that Tony Packo's, the corner bar in Toledo, Ohio that Max Klinger on M.A.S.H. said was the best place in the world to go for a Hungarian hot dog, might close down over some family financial dispute. I hope it doesn't. Where then would we go to find the best hot dog in the world? Feel free to E-mail me with your suggestions. But I digress ... )
  • I suppose we're required by the First Law of Tabloid to start out with at least one more reference to poor Anthony Weiner, who allow me to point out, has hurt no one with his shenanigans, with this article. It shows the silly so-called shocking picture of Weiner's weiner and then goes on to show 10 more pictures much more shocking than Weiners. Please take a deep breath and check out this article, it puts things back into perspective, and please note that I've said the word "weiner" five times in one paragraph. And isn't it supposed to be spelled "wiener?" Enough of this.
  • What happens when a politician's entire staff fires him? It occurs to us lately that we liberals don't really need Sarah Palin for comic relief this political season, there's plenty more to laugh at, for example dear pudgy, square-headed Newt Gingrich. This delightful little fellow has gone to new depths just to please his adoring fans, and his entire staff decided to just up and quit on him. But Newt promises to keep going, and I for one am resoundingly pleased with that decision. Thanks, Newt!
  • He's been elected Governor of Texas three times, mainstream Conservatives AND tea baggers both love him, and Glenn Beck even said one time he'd like to "french kiss" him. Yes, it's Rick "Big Hair" Perry, and he's thinking of running for President. Gawd I wish Molly Ivins was still with us. Here's ten reasons we should keep a wary eye on this bozo.
  • This just in: Rick "Please Don't Google Me" Santorum announced Monday he's running for President in 2012. People, I am not making this stuff up. This is not the script for a new sitcom on Comedy Central. This is reality TV Baby, and if you can't handle it, then just go to bed and pull the covers over your head. Insert big smiley face here.
  • Now if this WAS a script for a new fall sitcom, one about clueless, rich, idiots running hopeless campaigns for President of the United States, it wouldn't be complete without someone like Michelle Bachmann. Hey, how about Michelle Bachmann herself?

Sunday, June 5, 2011

The Curious Story of Anthony's Weiner

Anyone who has been sober and half-awake during the last week has undoubtedly heard that Representative Anthony Weiner stands accused of sending (tweeting?) an image of a man's (purportedly his own) grey underwear with either (a) a surprisingly hefty male member (b) a quite large salami, or (c) some sort of cylindrical object that might or might not be circumcised.
Television pundits of both the right, center and left had a field day joking endlessly about "Weinergate", "The Weiner Problem", Weiner's Pickle" and an apparently unending string of weiner/penis/underwear jokes, puns and double-entendres. Representative Weiner has given the story legs by refusing to state categorically that it is not a picture of his man-pants and their hefty-boy contents. To the contrary, he expressed "embarrassment" when his college-era (and current) friend Jon Stewart raved for five minutes about how the Anthony Weiner HE knew after college and used to swim naked in the Atlantic Ocean with certainly never had a weiner that magnificent. To the contrary, particularly in cold water it was just tiny! No WAY that was a photo of Anthony Weiner's weiner!
The pundits gassed on at great length about how clueless Weiner was for claiming that the photo was tweeted by a hacker, but that he could not state conclusively that it was not a photo taken from his computer or phone and perhaps digitally altered. He appeared to leave open the possibility that it was NOT altered and that he really is swinging that big a stick. Fox News is apoplectic. They are furious because he does not appear contrite, he is not making a big deal out of it and calling the FBI, instead (as said on Fox News Saturday morning) he actually seems to be enjoying all the attention! That rat! How dare he enjoy being the center of attention, with pundits falling all over themselves trying to figure out whether such a skinny Jewish kid could really have... well, you know. In a week that was supposed to be all about Mitt Romney announcing his run for President and the Republicans working to shove their tax cutting/program-gutting agenda down President Obama's throat... no one cared. The hottest news was whether a firebrand leftwing New York Congressman really is that hung. Or not. Discuss endlessly. And worse, that instead of crying like a baby, he seemed to be enjoying it! He even had the nerve to tell Representative Paul Ryan in the middle of the entire uproar that he had lots more Twitter Followers than Ryan and he expected his numbers to grow.
It has often been said that there is no such thing as good publicity or bad publicity, there is only publicity. In world where being really manly (the Republican Party) the idea that a skinny leftwing firebrand like Anthony Weiner might actually be carrying more weight than say... John Boehner, who tends to cry a lot in public and appears far less masculine than his wife... has got to be the Republicans' worst nightmare. How can they fight back? How can they regain their dominance in the pointless"mine is bigger than yours" battle that weak minds like theirs cling to? Post revealing photos on their campaign websites? That just doesn't sound like a good idea. How did this mess go so terribly wrong?
It turns out that some computer enthusiasts linked to the infamous wingnut Andew Breitbart have been shadowing Representative Weiner's tweets for months, consumed with hatred over his political views, his fiery speeches about Republican proposals and actions, and I suspect, because they see him as "other". He is not black, but he is something even creepier to your average wingnut. He is a Jewi who recently married Hillary Clinton's longtime personal aide Huma Abedin, who is Indian & Pakistani in background, and Muslim. ARRRGGGGHHHH!!!! Un-American! During the 2008 campaign Abedin was the focus of Republican efforts to smear Hillary Clinton as a closet Lesbian, claiming she was having an affair with Abedin.
The Republicans, specifically their hit-man Andrew Breitbart, appear desperate to smear anyone and everyone who is to the left of their political positions. Weiner has become a particularly large target because he is unashamedly progressive and scathingly and articulately critical of the current Republican agenda. He runs pretty hot, but he is a very bright cookie. Still glowing from their successes in crippling "ACORN" and Planned Parenthood, the Breitbart cabal and its various camp followers apparently hoped they could score a knockout blow by posting an "underwear photo", along with the claim that Weiner had tweeted it to an underage woman. But the purported recipient says that she is 21 and never got it and she's not sure what the fuss is about. Ooops. And now the individual who seems to have set up the smear has suddenly realized he is far more vulnerable than he remembered he was. Given his description of his personal circumstances and problems, memory would appear to be not his strong point. He says he is very, very afraid because he has picked a fight with a man who married Hillary Clinton's closest aide, whose marriage to Representative Weiner was officiated by Bill Clinton. Say what you will about Bill and Hillary Clinton, they have some very powerful friends. And long memories. I think they will not be very amused at these shenanigans. It may remind them all too painfully of the slurs and lies they were subjected to during their political careers.
Breitbart, the leader of this pack of smear-merchants, has another problem. Shirley Sherrod has sued him for defamation of character and is asking for damages and punitive damages. A court has taken the case and things do not look good for Breitbart, who appears to consider himself to be on a sacred mission from God (or Ronald Reagan?) that absolves him of all responsibility for his actions. The court is not likely to agree. If I am any judge of body language and voice stress, Breitbart is not holding up very well. Whether he is using some type of stimulants or drinking heavily I could not say, not being an expert in melt-downs, but (a) he doesn't look good (b) he seems close to cracking up, and (c) he is blaming all his problems on... you gotta love this... Glenn Beck. Those involved in smear tactics would appear to be turning on one another. This could get juicy. I would LOVE to see Glenn Beck be cross-examined.
Here is five minutes of self-serving nonsense that gives a sense of how Breitbart is or is not doing. I would vote for "not"; CLICK HERE.
And while that is going on, here is a remarkable "interview" of the likely "perp" in the Anthony Weiner smear, who seems responsible for posting the picture in question. It is almost impossible to read, since it is about ten or twelve pages long and goes in circles a lot. It is not the words of a happy individual. It sounds like someone who is very worried that he is about to hear a knock on his door from someone carrying a badge, something he fears will destroy his fragile lifestyle. I wish no one ill, but this looks to be a case of someone shooting themselves in the foot and then complaining that someone forced them to buy a gun because he hated them so much. It is not a great defense. This entire adventure may end up putting a crimp in the amateur GOP partisan smear machine. Getting arrested usually takes the fun out of any given activity. And while the jokes and puns were flying like confetti, no one noticed Mitt Romney. All they cared about was Weiner's (apparently) substantial weiner. Life is so unfair sometimes.

Arthur

Sunday, May 15, 2011

Wednesday Update - Rapture Edition

They some Mexican teenager is screwing up the weather, they say, and I for one am a bit irritated at that. How dare she? The call her El Nina, and unlike her brother El Nino, she makes Spring wet, gray, and cold. Oh I know I shouldn't complain about the weather in our beloved Northwest (as people never fail to remind me whenever I do), but as a budding curmudgeon I feel I have a duty to uphold. Which brings me to one more little pet peeve of mine. Could someone please explain to me why people, perfect strangers mind you, feel compelled to "bless you" every freaking time you sneeze? Seems to me the only people authorized to do that are Catholic priests. And you well know how I feel about Catholic priests. So you, you pervert, and you know who you are, stop blessing me every time my allergies act up, or your liable to be present at the time of my final nervous breakdown. And it won't be a pretty sight. But I digress ...


  • And of course you've heard that the world is ending this Saturday. Oh stop whining, we've had our fun, and now it's time to pay up. By the way, when the rapture comes, can I have your car? Mark Morford, again.

  • Rick (I Dare You to Google Me) Santorum actually spoke words out of his mouth the other day that resembled "John McCain doesn't understand how torture works." Holy Moly, this guy may very well be the stupidest politician in the world. Well, okay, at least he's in the top ten. Really high on the top ten list. Really high. Check it out.

  • Okay, since the suposed rapture is coming this Saturday, I think it's really necessary that those of us who plan on being here Sunday have a plan. And guess what, I found one.

  • And you know, when you really think about it, maybe this SHOULD be the end of all this. For example: The president and CEO of a Salinas, Calif.-area public hospital district will receive nearly $4 million in retirement pay on top of his $150,000 annual pension. and that's just obscene. So I say, bring it on!

  • See you Sunday ...











Saturday, May 14, 2011

The Audacity of Hope

I'm not really sure how I feel about the killing of Osama bin Laden last week. Probably a better comment about it all would have the phrase "mixed emotions" in it somewhere. Personally deep down I'm pleased the crazy bastard is dead, of course. Even liberal commies like myself are pleased with that fact, I'm sure. As a matter of fact I hope in the few moments before life passed out of his body he experienced several frightening visions. I hope, as he heard his killers coming up the stairs he felt a cold desperate fear of losing control of his destiny, like being captive on a low-flying airliner, headed toward downtown New York city. I hope, as his killers burst into his room and aimed the barrel of a gun at him, he saw the last few seconds of life he had, like the woman who was recorded saying "oh my God" seconds before that plane slammed into the first tower of the WTC. I hope, as the first bullet ripped through his chest and the gun barrel slowly rose and aimed at his right eye, bin Laden experienced the helpless dread of someone resigned to jump out a 90th floor window to escape the raging inferno behind him. I hope, as this bastard's final thought, as the last bullet began blasting out a portion of his skull and brain, that he realized the total despair and waste and loss and the humanity and insanity of the religious bullshit that makes mankind hate each other in the name of their own personal god, amen.

And I hope that killing this bastard is going to make a difference in this world. I hope it's going to make things better. I hope the killing will stop now. I hope we can bring all our troops home from Afghanistan and Iraq. And I hope that now we can get on an airplane and go visit relatives across the country without having to take the baby's shoes off at the airport, and have our bodies searched and probed and violated just to ride on one of those cursed missiles, and we can stop kissing the tarmac when we land.

I hope the fear can go away now.

Because if it doesn't, I hope we can somehow justify what we have done. How many innocent dead in Iraq? How many innocent dead in Afghanistan? How many American fathers mothers brothers sisters blown up shot blown away homes destroyed limbs mangled blinded disfigured killed killed killed ...

I have a terribly hard time believing in God. But if there is such a thing, if he really really exists somewhere up there in the cosmos, I seriously doubt he wants us killing each other in his name, for any reason. But what do I know?

Osama bin Laden is dead. Whoopee.

Our Friends In the Pharmaceutical Industry ...

This article confirms my suspicions about Big Pharma, suspicions that have been growing steadily over the last several decades.

It may be worth considering who the players are when thinking about the remarkably negative reaction to the CCSVI theory from parts of the medical fraternity. To many people (myself included) there appeared to be a widespread and coordinated effort to marginalize and discredit the idea that there could be any alternative to "take your MS drugs and don't ask questions" pattern of MS care in this country. During the discussion about universal healthcare in the United States last year there was much made about the statistic that healthcare in the US represented one-sixth of our current economy, twice that of medical costs in any other nation. The implication seemed to be that the industry, as it was currently operating, was "too big to fail" and too central to our economy to risk meddling with.

If you read this story carefully, this is a description of a predatory industry, willing to use scientific fraud and strong-arm tactics to seize and hold market share, regardless of the possible defects in the products being marketed. I have never heard of the idea of creating non-existent medical journals. That truly shows the genius of American ingenuity, doesn't it? Assuming that President Obama gets reelected he could do worse than take on the "medical-industrial complex" and work to reign in its worst excesses.

It is enough to give a fellow a negative bias against drugs.

For my generation there is a certain irony to that...


Arthur

Big Pharma has developed new forms of 'research' to serve its own interests.

The medical research world has been concerned about the problem of ghost writing for more than a decade. Over the past few years, the issue has been repeatedly raised in the mainstream media. Most of the commentary has focused on the ethics of academics signing their name on papers they did not write and on some of the most egregious actions by pharmaceutical companies.

But these efforts miss the ways in which Big Pharma has developed new forms of medical research to serve its own interests.

How Ghost Writing Feeds Big Pharma Profits

According to a study by Marc-AndrĂ© Gagnon and Joel Lexchin in PLoS Medicine, Big Pharma firms spend twice as much on promotion as on research and development. But it is worse than that: More and more medical R&D is organized as promotional campaigns to make physicians aware of products. The bulk of the industry’s external funding for research now goes to contract with research organizations to produce studies that feed large numbers of articles to medical journals.

Internal documents from Pfizer, made public in litigation, showed that 85 scientific articles on its antidepressant Zoloft were produced and co-ordinated by a public relations company. Pfizer itself thus produced a critical mass of the favourable articles placed among the 211 scientific papers on Zoloft in the same period. Internal documents tell similar stories for Merck’s Vioxx, GlaxoSmithKline’s Paxil, Astra-Zeneca’s Seroquel, and Wyeth’s hormone-replacement drugs.

To promote the now-notorious Vioxx, Merck organized a ghost-writing campaign that involved 96 scientific articles. Key ones did not mention the death of some patients during clinical trials. Through a class-action lawsuit against Vioxx in Australia, it was discovered that Elsevier had created a fake medical journal for Merck – the Australasian Journal of Joint and Bone Medicine – and perhaps 10 other fake journals for Merck and other Big Pharma companies.

In another example, GlaxoSmithKline organized a ghost-writing program to promote its antidepressant Paxil. According to internal documents made public in 2009, the program was called “Case Study Publication for Peer-Review,” or CASPPER, a playful reference to the “friendly ghost.” Such strategies are not exceptions; they are now the norm in the industry.


Most new drugs with blockbuster potential are introduced accompanied by 50, 60, or even 100 medical journal articles. Any firm that refused to play this game in the name of ethics would likely lose market share. Profits in the pharmaceutical industry depend on companies’ capacity to influence medical knowledge, and create market share and market niches for their products.

A Call for Evidence-Based Medicine


In 2008, research showed that pharmaceutical companies systematically failed to publish negative studies on their SSRIs – formally called selective serotonin reuptake inhibitors, the Prozac generation of antidepressants. Of 74 clinical trials, 38 produced positive results and 36 did not; 94 per cent of the positive studies were published, compared to only 23 per cent of those that were negative, and two-thirds of those were spun to make them look more positive.

Physicians reading the scientific literature got a biased view of the benefits of SSRIs. This helps to explain the huge number of antidepressant prescriptions, in spite of the fact that, according to a meta-analysis in the Journal of the American Medical Association in January 2010, the drugs did not bring more benefits than a placebo for 70 per cent of people taking SSRIs. Compared to a placebo, however, SSRI antidepressants can result in serious adverse drug reactions.


With this we see one of the problems with the ghost management of medical research and its publication. Pharmaceutical companies want upbeat reports on their drugs. They design, write, and publish studies that are likely to show their drugs in a positive light – and there are myriad ways to do so. Ghosts sometimes bend the truth, and sometimes even commit fraud, with grave results.


Why do academics sign their name on scientific articles they did not write, using research they did not perform? Because they are rewarded, both by their universities and by their colleagues, for how much they publish and for the prominence of the publications. Pharmaceutical companies and their agents are very good at placing articles in prestigious journals, and they then make them even more prominent by having their armies of sales reps circulate them and talk them up.

Researchers who sign their name on studies and analyses (perhaps scientifically correct) that are favourable to the industry can expect to see these articles increase their prestige and influence, and possibly even funding.


What happens, however, when a researcher produces studies and analyses (also scientifically correct) showing that some products are dangerous or inefficient, as some did about Vioxx before the scandal broke? Reading Merck’s internal emails, revealed during the class-action lawsuit, it was exposed that the company drew up a hit list of “rogue” researchers who needed to be “discredited” or “neutralized”“seek them out and destroy them where they live,” one email read. Eight Stanford University researchers say they received threats from Merck after publishing unfavourable results.


Corporate Science


In the ghost management of research and publication by drug companies, we have a new model of science. This is corporate science, done by many unseen workers, performed for marketing purposes and drawing its authority from traditional academic science. The high commercial stakes mean that all of the parties connected with this new corporate science can find reasons or be induced to participate, support, and steadily normalize it. It also biases the available science by pushing favourable results and downplaying negative ones – and sometimes through outright fraud.

As long as pharmaceutical companies hold the purse strings of medical research, medical knowledge will serve to market drugs, not to promote health. And as long as universities grovel for more partnerships with these companies, the door will remain wide open to proceed with the corruption of scientific research.


Source: THE MARK COPYRIGHT 2010 (12/05/11)