Klikdapik to read an interesting tidbit on the negative effects of a bad marriage on your heath. It appears that a toxic, conflict ridden marriage can do real damage to your health. Communication and in my opinion, the willingness to accept responsibility for our actions affects the general health of couples. Men, it appears, are particularly vulnerable to the stress of repeated conflicts over the same issues over and over again. Making peace it appears is much more beneficial than proving yourself right.
Sorry about my imposed hiatus fellow rogues, but I had a bit of mishap a few weeks ago that has prevented me from doing anything but hurt and recover. I will explain:
Following an extraction of all of my top teeth, still while under rather heavy sedation, I threw my legs over the edge of the bed, grabbed a butt and lit it up…….With the cannula, blowing four liters an hour, still in my nose.
I have seen a oxygen fire before. the gas shoots out of the cannula under a bit of pressure. It buns so hot that It appears as sharp stiretts of white flame that will cut a trench through a combustible in the very instant of contact. Both nostrils got a blow torch up into the sinus cavities, my cheeks below the eyes sustained butterfly shaped burns .
My recovery from the burns heartache a point where I can write just a little bit . My beauty (Deb, my wife) took care of me well and tried to keep me medicated close to a coma, which is standard for serious burn cases, because the pain is excruciating and you just what to, “Sleep through it”
Pardon my absence I will post soon.
Pat Condell is British. Britain is the Godfather to and social doppelganger of our North American culture. We understand each other and love each other in an embrace that will not soon be rent asunder. So listen carefully, you will hear Pat express your concerns like he has been reading your mail. It’s all abut courage and denile in the second millennia.
The Brits have always been keen on a class system of social order. Back in the era of cobbling the chair you sit on, dodging bears lunging from the undergrowth, or killing the mountain lion before he drags off “little Jimmy” most had a clear vision of fearful things. (Accept for fools like the good ole’ boys in Salem Massachusetts).
We could shuffle off this mortal coil via any of a legion of illnesses or wounds. ……Never met my grandfather on my mothers side. He accidently let a pistol hammer drop on his thumb. A few days later he was dead of tetanus. So yes little Jimmy, there was a lot to be fearful of. REAL fear. Not a cold sweat ginned up at great length through going OCD on every little pet peeve while wringing every drop of fabricated tears from conjured up dangers.
It seems the power, of well turned rhetoric or a compelling argument has been lost in the concertina wire of histrionic tantrums that always accompany every petition from the progressive side of any argument.