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It is truly a triumph of rhetoric over reality when people can believe that going into politics is ‘public service,’ but that producing food, shelter, transportation, or medical care is not.
—  Thomas Sowell (1931-) American economist. 

it’s not that we think windshields have full moral standing akin to humans.

it’s that we recognize that people who have their car destroyed in a riot might have needed that car to take their damn kids to school or commute to their job

how the fuck are you so good at noticing “medications, food, transport and shelter are necessary to life” when we’re talking about food stamps or the ACA and so bad at noticing it when we’re talking about the side-/after-effects of ~*~ revolutionary violence ~*~.

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“Vietnam War, 1970: CBS camera rolls as platoon comes under fire”

In March of 1970, CBS News correspondent Richard Threlkeld was embedded with a platoon patrolling the jungles of Vietnam near Cambodia. The GI’s came under fire from North Vietnamese forces as Threlkeld’s crew documented the intense firefight. This original report aired on the “CBS Evening News” on March 27, 1970.

The unit being filmed is A-Troop, 1/9th Cav, 1st Cavalry Division (Airmobile).

IN-AIR TREATMENT – Fred E. Davis, HM2, one of the many United States Navy corpsmen assigned to medical evacuations with Marine helicopters at Danang, administers to a wounded Marine enroute to a field hospital. “Doc” Davis may treat a dozen wounded men his ‘copter has taken out of fire-fights during a 24-hour tour of watch. Davis is attached to MAG 16.

Photographed by Sgt. J. McCullough

As a woman with a disability, I feel left behind by some feminist ideology. So much emphasis is placed on being self-sufficient and financially independent, which is unattainable for many folks with disabilities. I am unable to work a job right now and must depend on others (including the men in my life) for money, food, shelter, medical care, transportation… That doesn’t make me a bad feminist. People with disabilities should be heard, too.

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World Baseball Classic needs serious commitment -- or just get rid of it
Want a world-class event? Give the biggest stars MLB's support. Play every year. And move the finals to a time when baseball owns the spotlight.

this started EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEH but then it got interesting

Major League Baseball needs to listen to what the players are saying about improvements in the event – how families are handled, transportation, medical treatment, security. Players who leave their respective teams have to believe that MLB will make arrangements on the par with what happens in the postseason. If a player is asked to participate and wants to participate, he should be shepherded all the way through insurance issues, which didn’t happen universally. The start times need to be more television-friendly, so that an extraordinary play like that by Jones is seen by more than a small handful of fans.

And if the WBC is to continue and progress, the 30 MLB teams should embrace the competition. When a player is picked, the teams should promote that the way they do All-Star selections in July, and treat it as an honor, rather than a nuisance. There is injury concern, of course, for all teams.

Maybe the teams have too much at stake, too much invested in the players to ever be wholly comfortable with the WBC; and if that’s the case, well, then end it. But if the WBC is going to move forward, then the teams need to buy in.

Because it could be great and could be used to fuel interest in the sport around the globe, much in the same way that hockey is helped by international competition. And the WBC could inject new life into the All-Star week events.

The bulk of the WBC could be played in spring training annually, with the semifinals and championship games becoming part of All-Star week in July. On Monday, the Home Run Derby. On Tuesday, the WBC semifinals. The All-Star Game could be played on Wednesday, with the managers focusing on player participation, leading up to the WBC final on Thursday. Then the sport takes a three-day weekend for rest. The players could get more rest in midseason, something the union has requested. The sport would command the world stage, in what is generally a sleepy sports week, and checks could be cashed by all sides.

The players are in midseason condition at the All-Star break, and the WBC semifinals and finals every July would presumably be at least as compelling as what we’ve seen in the event this spring, from Jones to Machado to Stanton. If all sides double down and the history and the rivalries between the countries deepen year to year, the players and MLB could shape something that lasts.

please,,, the all-star break is such a flaccid farce at this point,,, please,,, please god,,,,

EMT Gripes

When we go to a facility for a medical transport and the nurse can’t give us a decent report on the patient, or answer basic questions about the patient.

“this isn’t my patient” “I just got on” or “I don’t normally work on this floor” don’t cut it and are all bullshit excuses for not doing your fucking job.

As a care provider nurses have a duty to properly transfer care of a patient prior to transport to another facility. This is massively important given the fact that they will be transferring care of their patient from a fully staffed hospital to two EMS personnel. We have to keep the patient alive and do the jobs of basically everyone at the hospital. We don’t have the privilege of having the massive support network that nurses have at hospitals. If nurses comprehend how patient care works this should all go without saying.

I don’t know if it’s laziness or incompetence but there is no excuse for neglecting one of your patients by not giving EMS appropriate information and paperwork for said patient. 

Additionally, if a nurse tells us the patient is DNR but for some reason can’t produce a valid DNR, why are nurses confused when we tell them the patient will become a full code without a DNR? 

Radhia Cousot (1947-2014) was a French computer scientist born in Tunisia. She is best known for inventing Abstract interpretation.

She was the only female graduate of the Polytechnic School of Algiers, specializing in mathematical optimization and integer linear programming. She was then a research scientist in several higher education institutions across France. Her research during this time led to the development of the Astrée error analyzer, used in fields such as transportation and medical software.

The Restless Life (RebelCaptain, Original Trilogy AU)

“The universe is a small place,” she muses. “Maybe we’ll find each other again in it.”

Jyn, Cassian, and their intersecting moments during the Galactic Civil War.

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Yavin IV.

She has to hear about it from the others later–the mission, the destruction of the Death Star, the medal ceremony. Her time on Yavin IV following their evacuation from Scarif is short and the entirety of it is spent in a medicalized coma.

When Jyn Erso wakes, she does so aboard a medical transport, and she finds out the following pieces of information:

Most members of Rogue One had survived.

Captain Cassian Andor among them.

The two had shared a room in the medbay for most of their recovery, but resources were scarce and Cassian a priority patient.

This resulted in Jyn being sent to a “floating tank” – a portable medcenter shipped from outpost to outpost– and Cassian to one of the Rebellion’s facilities. He was in good condition, had woke up a week ago and was sent back into field on a covert mission.

She finds this out from a message sent by Mon Mothma herself.

Thank you for your efforts. It says. I have attached a list of the deceased from the Battle of Scarif, they will not be forgotten.

She looks at the list. And her selfish heart indulges in seeing Bodhi, Chirrut, and Baze absent from it. But it also does not tell her where they are now–where any of them are.

We are indebted to the crew of Rogue One. Consider yourself liberated, Jyn Erso.

Jyn stares at the screen, her front teeth biting into her lower lip. It was what she wanted, once. To be left alone. The datapad in her hand feels impossibly light, as though it were never there.  She clears her throat, looks up at the medic who handed it to her.

“Was that all, then?”

The medic looks back at her. Jyn is not self-conscious, but she lets a hand run over the top of her now bare head. The heat had taken her hair. The blast had left a burn scar down the left side of her face – the side that hadn’t been pressed against his. The medic is young, with springy, blond curls and wide green eyes.

“No, ma’am. There was another message. But…”

“But?”

“I was instructed only to give it to you if you wanted to enlist.” He coughs into his free hand. “Officially, that is. With a rank.”

Jyn stares up into this stranger’s face. The hand on her head slides down to over her heart. The med tunic parts enough for her to know the kyber crystal is gone. A small casualty, all things considered, but one that stings.

“And if I refuse?”

“We have orders to release you at the next port.”

She nods. The hand on her chest drops down to her lap. Just like that, Jyn Erso can disappear again.

We don’t all have the luxury of deciding when and where we want to care about something.

“Ma’am?”

Fingers digging into her arms. “Your father would be proud.”

Jyn clears her throat. “Well. I suppose no one keeps Mon Mothma waiting.”

The look of excitement, of naivety mixed with idealism, makes her uncomfortable. The medic near slams the datapad into her palm and Jyn tries not to wince at the force.

With only a second of hesitation, she taps her thumb against the screen.

Sergeant Erso.

She nearly laughs. But keeps reading.

I would like to formally welcome you to the Pathfinders operation.

Jyn reads. Once she’s done, she quietly informs her attendant of where she needs to go next. Once she’s alone, she leans against the viewport of her room, eyes tracking the stars as they fly past them.

“The universe is a small place,” she muses. “Maybe we’ll find each other again in it.”

The darkness doesn’t give her an answer, but then again, it never does.

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i have so many feelings…

lofty structures built into trees, and squat little homes nestled into the edges of woodlands with big gardens, solar panels or a turbine

cities with apartments that have gardens on every rooftop - an urban canopy of trees with lights and lanterns 

green technology that allows advancements in robotics, engineering and mass transportation 

the medical industry working with more natural ways to cure disease and illness, prosthetics that are biodegradable but don’t lack the durability of steel

bright cultures and minds all working together towards a common goal…

the slums and low-income areas being littered with upcycled remnants of the “old world”

underground markets for plastics, gasoline, and oil and drugs that have terrifying side effects like death

it could be so easy to explore the darker side of solarpunk.

Closed RP TF2!AU

Scout sighed as he leaned on his shotgun, arms crossed over the handle. Fritz crossed his legs as well, chewing on something in his mouth, “Anyone know when this girl’s supposed to get ‘ere for transport?”

Medic shrugged as he continued to mess with whatever he was fidgeting with. Jekyll straightened out his gloves a little, “Soon. Probably.”

Chica made a muffled mask noise and gave a thumbs up.

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