In dental school, another Manly Man and good friend, Rich Van Sickle, used a term I had not heard before: Jewbag. The term for a treat bag given to attendees of a Bar/Bat Mitzvah - had become a negative connotation for Raskin et al. - those Jews whose actions are antithetical to the beliefs of the Jewish faith.
Dr. Van Sickle was another classmate who was always a pleasure to be around. His beautiful wife, Deb, a practicing registered nurse in the Psych Ward, lit up the room (as did my beautiful wife, Patty...). I remember a great 3 hour Bruce Springsteen concert (before I knew he was a lefty; should have had paid closer attention to the lyrics of "Born in the USA"...).
Nevertheless, it was a memorable musical experience, as Mr. Springsteen performed the whole concert - no lead off band. Only a 30 minute cocaine break interrupted his powerful presentation.
A rare treat, as poor dental students didn't splurge on concerts often. Sports, however, provided hours of fun with Rich and others, including Dr. John Bastian, mentioned earlier for Riley Gaines' personal security the next time she ventures into enemy territory.
The other concert Rich, Deb, Patty and I attended was Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers. Wow!
Amazing performance - Refugee, American Girl and so many others... The acoustics were wonderful in Mid-South Coliseum that evening.
A man of faith, Dr. Tom Petty dealt with his chronic pain with dignity; his honorary Doctorate from the University of Florida was well deserved.
At any rate, this Philly boy made me a Sixers and Eagles fan. Who was not a fan of 'Chocolate Thunder', Darryl Dawkins (no relation) who refined the art and grace of the Slam Dunk? His well documented feats of aerial acrobatics eventually overcame the limited ability of NBA backboards to ward off such assaults.
This manly man made his mark on the NBA with a redesigned backboard, designed to thwart such DD dunks. Every backboard we have seen since the early eighties has a bit of Chocolate Thunder's soul. Rest in peace, Manly Man.
Memories generated decades ago often do not provide many memorable details unless blood is involved. I remember playing left field on an intramural softball team, charging a fly ball and colliding with Rich, causing him to bite his tongue. A trickle of blood appeared on his lower lip.
This manly man did not lose his footing as he was aggressively backpedalling from his shortstop position to snag the quickly descending fly ball and subsequently rammed by yours truly. Now Rich was a sturdy athlete, talented on the basketball court and football field; his pursuit of this last out of the inning, so rudely interrupted by his friend, could have resulted in a substantially worse injury, if not for his physical fitness. Rich looked about 170-180 pounds; I was around 220.
Rich, always with sportsmanship on top of mind when competing, was not provoked to anger.
Outside of baseball, the clear fault of this collision would be on me - you know, the car that hits another car from the rear is always at fault. Analogous to a squad of infantry, a baseball team's coordination of position and associated responsibilities during gameplay becomes second nature with the players. In fly ball situations, the outfielder will call off the retreating infielder in order to avoid collisions.
But, an alpha male\competitive athlete acts on a deep-seeded reflex when he sees that elusive horsehide tantalizingly close to his extended grasp. His intense desire to get that last out results in a focus that blocks his sense of hearing, or the acoustics are simply ignored. Rich knew I was charging the ball, as a great shortstop always has situational awareness, and, probably, my calling him off.
Rich, in that split second, thought he was far enough in front of me to make the catch. I was moving faster than he anticipated; Rich became a victim of friendly fire.
Subsequent to my ending that inning with the catch, Rich gave me a high five as he expectorated his blood... Rich Van Sickle earned his rightful place on The Manly Man list.
An excellent clinician, Rich was a critical thinker and conservative; his pointing out that Jewbags are Demoncrats who eschew their "faith and principles" for their own benefit has enabled me to frequently use this concise reference to the most obviously hypocritical of any faith I have ever witnessed.
The support of Muslims who want to torture and kill Jews, even their babies, will draw special ire from God, I suspect. Perhaps His Lake of Fire is partitioned according to the severity of sins committed; supporting the killing of babies as a Jew will, hopefully, result in a little extra for those POS traitors.
Traitors to their faith, and their countries - both Israel and the United States, deserve special consideration.
Another Jewbag...
The Long Fall of Debbie Wasserman Schultz...
This bug-eyed traitor was banging a Muslim who was spying for a Middle Eastern America-hating country - Imran Awan, an IT staffer who was under a federal investigation for an alleged equipment and data scam in the U.S. House.
After months of investigation of this spy, yet another Muslim in the employ of a Demoncrat Jewbag, she refused to fire him. The day after he was arrested, she pulled the trigger. Her boudoir buddy was headed for Pakistan and arrested at the airport.
Then, she finally fires him.
Despite this Muslim pro-Palestinian's relatives having been fired by other Demoncrat politicians, Bug Eyes must have relished his 'association', as she rejected her staff's call for getting rid of him.
Bug Eyes ignored that call, in lieu of a Booty Call. Remarkable judgement by these traitors...
Fani Willis comes to mind...
I suppose once an American traitor, fully formed, as in the incarnation of one John Kerry, crosses that initial threshold that earns them a big welcome mat extended by the Demoncrat Party, subsequent traitorous activities become second nature.
Revelations that our former Secretary of State and Climate Czar (hate that term - are we Slavic?) John Kerry - AKA Rachel Maddow - has been feeding Israeli military operations intelligence to Iran. His punishment: removal as 'climate czar'. Kerry (Maddow - can't get that fiend's image out of my mind; doppelgangers and idiots...) is a moron who believes cattle should not exist; that doggone methane they produce! (As does his boss, by the way...)
Capital punishment should be considered for such egregious actions. His Demoncrat grooming as a young man, previously discussed with the begging of his father and his cronies to "award" medals that were not earned and subsequently thrown into the Potomac, has transformed a young Rachel Maddow, I mean John Kerry, into the Lurch monstrosity we now have.
In all fairness to Ted Cassidy, my Wayback Machine visit to the Addams family, by comparison, places him in the Adonis category. Young Rachel Maddow, I mean John Kerry, was not a disfigured beast early on; perhaps the charms of Mrs. Heinz have been too much for him. There should be a viewer warning mandated before each and every depiction of this traitor on the television.
Make the children look away...
Back to Jewbag Wasserman -
An impossible scenario, yet puts a smile on my face:
If she were my patient, I would request Bug Eye's blood levels of thyroxin, T3 and T4 levels. If they were too high, a vasoconstrictor with her local anesthesia would be contraindicated, resulting in a quicker loss of anesthesia.
In an 'emergency' situation - dictated by severe and agonizing pain, due to her poor oral hygiene, resulting in severe carious destruction of her lower first molar - the normal medical history taken for each patient would ask her medical conditions.
Hyperthyroidism presents a number of medical considerations, the least of which is the substantial postop discomfort, delayed with the vasoconstriction provided by epinephrine.
Of more concern would be the possibly undiagnosed condition, given away by those Bug Eyes (exophthalmia), of hyperthyroidism. Increased effects on the cardiovascular system is of substantial concern; they range from hypertension to stroke.
If the patient's blood pressure is WNL (within normal limits), the inclusion of a vasoconstrictor (1:100K) is OK. Systolic blood pressure elevation can be explained, in many cases, to "the white coat syndrome", elevated BP due to being in a doctor's office. As long as the diastolic remains below 100, slow administration of this relatively low concentration of epi is OK.
Now what about this conundrum: The Jewbag walks into my office just as were about to lock up for the evening, presenting with a swollen face and tears streaming down her cheeks. Desperate for relief from the chronic pain, she issues a refrain I have heard many times over decades: "Please, doctor, help me!"
Often, my first response is my query as to why now; this obviously has been an issue for days. With Wasserman's diastolic at 105, epi would be contraindicated; I would still be able to accomplish profound anesthesia, but it would wear off in an hour or so. The postop discomfort as a consequence of the surgical delivery of her offending tooth (unrestorable and not a candidate for endodontic treatment) would be substantial, as the procedure would require a mucogingival flap, osseous reduction via moating, sectioning, elevation of the mesial and distal roots, alveoloplasty, compression of the alveolus and appropriate suturing.
Although greatly reduced, in contrast to her preop pain, OTC meds would not control it. With the concomitant infection, a Schedule II narcotic would be necessary.
My dedication to patient care, even to this advocate of baby killing, would require control of the raging infection in her face and jaw; appropriate antibiotics would be required and prescribed.
This imaginary scenario, according dental treatment to pure evil, would end with my satisfaction in knowing she would still have significant postop discomfort, despite the proper surgical technique. And, without the epi, it would return quickly. But, since she was not an established patient,
I would not prescribe a narcotic analgesic. Sorry, Jewbag.
I am so mean...