My brothers are both home from their respective surgeries and hospital stays. It looks like tumor boy will be just fine. I've got to come up with a new nickname for him, acrylic plate boy doesn't have quite the right ring to it. Fredless boy? Whatamess? Plastic head boy? You know, how do you strike just the right tone to convey your sisterly love? I am so profoundly grateful that baby brother is going to be okay, that there is no sign that it was cancer. It looks to have been a dermoid cyst (we'll have to wait for path to verify). Bagless Wonder (colostomy reversed just fine) is doing really well, handled it all pretty darn good. I was sitting with him watching a law and order episode which dealt with bipolar (not well, either), and he looked over at me and asked if he had that. Just the week before a childhood friend visited with us and he was able to say to the friend that he had bipolar but was asymptomatic, so it was interesting for him to talk about it again. Self-reflection is not something he's always great about engaging in. I confirmed that, yes, he had bipolar (whether the schizophrenia was drug-induced and has now resolved five years later, I did not go into), that was why he was on medicine for it, but on the medicine, he wasn't having any symptoms. I enjoyed my visits with him while my mom was in another town with tumor boy and his surgery. He was calm, talkative (he has not been for nearly five years, since his stroke and subsequent speech difficulties), and good company. This is a huge thing. Huge.
The semester here is winding down. This week coming up is finals, both for me to give and to take, so I will be stepping away from the blogosphere until Wednesday so that I can grade papers, close up shop on the semester, and study far past my heart's content on A & P and chemistry. Isn't that something? Committing to just not looking at this for a few days while I let the real world take over?
In other news, Craig's decided to talk to me over here. What a pleasant surprise to see him back at Countering, even if some of the exchanges are heated. Friends, like Craig says, can disagree. Heck, it wouldn't be any fun if we were in lockstep; what would we talk about, right? Of course, Craig is also busy over at Huff talking to me, as well.
On Huff, Craig's still taking me to task for Becky's site:
"Really? So the "C" word is not misogynistic? Really?
What about the other very rude and very personal attacks against John Stone and a few others..calling them certain parts of the male anatomy. Yeah, perfectly fine with those comments, aren't ya?"
Yet, he posts this over here:
So, let me just say again: Ken and Craig are grown men. I call them both friends, because that's the kind of gal I am. Heck, I'd even be Roger's friend. I am not refereeing between them and my refusal to do so is not an indication of my preference.
""Fere If doh bontrobersy"
This is all wrong. Fricative articulations, such as the B and F sounds, are not possible under the circumstances imagined by Kim. It would sound more like "Air ik go gonkaherky.""
Ah, I see. So, Ken, you have a lot of experience with "having your mouth full" (wink wink) while talking. Well, it's pretty obvious that you don't know how to keep it shut, so I'm pretty sure that Orac can put whatever he wants in it."
I call out AoA and other like sites on their woo, not because they use foul language. I love physioprof and my crush on him because of his way with words is probably only exceeded by Thelma's crush on him, so the accusation that I have a problem with obscenities is frakking asurd. I tend not to really cuss here because I have students who do occasionally READ this. I most assuredly can cuss like a sailor, but try to keep that restricted to where it is appropriate to do so. I also try to make sure I comment and write from a rational rather than enraged disposition. Having hissy fits makes you the object of laughter, not respect. Cold, hard logic carry the day every time, and you have the added bonus of being able to say you took the high road.
Okay, Craig: I am done commenting at Huff. I don't have time, so I'm going to give you my thoughts about where we are so far:
You are locked into your position. Fine and dandy. Stay there. Be happy in your anger. I think you're spinning your wheels.
Thousands of people believe aliens abducted them Thousands believe Elvis is alive. Thousands believe the moon landing was faked. Thousands believe the earth is flat. Thousands believe the holocaust didn't happen. They believe mind control is possible.
People believe all sorts of things. Doesn't make it real. We are hardwired to come up with causes for the things that happen to us. No way around it. A happened in vicinity to B, so A causes B. Doesn't mean that isn't the case sometimes. Doesn't mean it is, either. Science helps sort out when things like vaccines cause certain side effects. It's how the first rotavirus vaccine got pulled. It caused 15 cases of intussusception. It was discovered and pulled.
I am not discounting your story. I have posted it here. I have supported you. Period.
Those thousands of parents you stand by and insist have vaccine-induced autism in their children: how many of them had the vaccines, no reaction, kid gets diagnosed a year later, they've heard Jenny, read AoA and make a connection after the fact?
Your argument that thousands of people can't be wrong is bogus. Our recollections are notoriously and scientifically shown to be horrendously inaccurate. Period. It's time for you to pick up some books dealing with memory, with cognitive heuristics, and consider that what we remember can be wrong.
Now, I have shit to do that's far more important than banging my head on the wall. And that ain't sulking; that's acknowedging that there's no point in continuing this argument with you right now when the real world demands are far more important.
Show me where Orac called you a liar, and then explain to me why that should be shocking to me. After all, if you can blow off your angry rants as venting steam, surely Orac could use that as well?
Misogyny is directed to women. Writing pot, kettle c**nt; well, that's funny. It is. Unless you're the c**t. Bad Becky. Potty-mouthed Becky. Noticed you have a potty mouth, too. Potty mouths aren't my concern.
My problem with AoA is lies. Misinformation. The damned holocaust references. The insinuation that women, whatever their position, if they disagree with the notion that vaccines must cause autism are sucking someone's d**k, intellectually raped or drinking cool-aid, well that's in poor taste at best and dismissive of the idea that women are capable of thought and making up their own minds. The promotion of the idea that autistic people are not real people; the real child was stolen and needs to be recovered. Dangerous quack treatments. Working to subvert people being protected from preventable diseases. The idea that death is preferable to autism. The lack of recognition that their words impact autistic adults and marginalize them. And more.
If you're good with all that because they support you, then by all means, you are free to remain within their loving arms. After all, you respect them.
Onto other things and closing thoughts:
Louise and Thelma took a look at ChildHealthSafety yesterday, exploring interconnections between John Stone and Clifford Miller. It's a rousing read, as usual.
Best: if you're good, your comments can stay. I'm still checking email, so if you get nasty, I'll take the time away from my other tasks to come delete you. Deal?