Facebook is Helping Me Leave Them

In 2017 D-list comedienne and avowed liberal Kathy Griffin published a photo of her holding a mask which appeared to be the bloodied, severed head of the new President Donald Trump. It was a disgusting thing to do by anybody’s standards. 

I have been active on the Facebook pages of a few Indianapolis news stations, and comment on their stories. There is a progressive woman named Diana who also posts from time to time.  We have had some good discussions and usually respect each other’s positions with some good-natured back and forth at times.  One thing I don’t like is that for at least the past year she has had as her profile picture the picture of Kathy Griffin that I referenced above. 

In December I saw someone created an alternative version of the photo where they superimposed a picture of Joe Biden’s head over the Trump mask with the caption, “This is Still Funny, Right?”  This second picture points out the inherent problem with the first picture: people happy with the idea of a decapitated Trump would not be happy with the idea of a decapitated Biden, and hopefully they would see that the original photo was disgusting and should not have been published. 

A week before Christmas, Diana replied to a comment of mine, and I saw that her profile picture was unchanged, it was still the decapitated Trump head.  I hit “reply” on her comment and posted the photo, with the comment, “Oh hey there, I see you haven’t changed your profile pic. Time to change it in 24 days. Might I suggest this one?”

An hour later the comment was deleted and I was sent a notification by FB that someone had reported the comment and they agreed that it went against their “community standards.”  I appealed this, because if the photo I posted went against their standards, then surely Diana’s profile picture would also go against their standards.   They disagreed.  On January 15th (yesterday) I was notified that because of this my Facebook profile has been restricted and I am not able to create groups or events. 

But then I tried to comment on someone’s post and Facebook wouldn’t let me.  So I tried commenting in a private group I belong to.  Still nothing.  I have been intending to leave Facebook this year, but their hypocritical policy may cause me to do so even sooner.  

And it is that hypocrisy which is the reason for this post.  There’s no question that both photos are equally objectionable, and yet Facebook, with their known progressive bias, has determined that a photo promoting violence against President Trump is perfectly fine, but a photo promoting violence against President-elect Biden is offensive and punishable.

For my part, I have enjoyed being on Facebook because of the connections that I have forged with my friends and family, as well as the debate and discourse with strangers of all walks of life.  But for the past several years Facebook has been getting more and more progressive and I believe that with the upcoming Democrat control of the House, Senate, and White House, perhaps Zuck and his cronies feel emboldened to start restricting or outright banning Conservatives on their platform. 

Is this their right? Yes. 

Is it right? No.

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COVID Vaccine

Vaccination is a very important tool in our arsenal of weapons to fight disease caused by viruses and bacteria. If it were not for widespread vaccination, millions would be sick, damaged, or dead from measles, polio, tetanus, diphtheria, etc…

And so I applaud the effort to produce a vaccine for COVID-19. But I have two glaring questions that I would like to have answered. If anybody out there knows the answers to these questions, I would really like to hear them.

1. Do people who already had COVID need to be vaccinated?

2. How long is the vaccine effective?

When someone already has had a certain disease, they don’t need to be vaccinated. They have what’s called “active immunity.” When I became a nurse they asked me if I had received the chicken pox vaccine. I said no, but I had chicken pox and got over it. And that was good enough. I contracted and subsequently recovered from COVID-19 in September. So I have antibodies for it, just like my body would produce if I got vaccinated. And if this is true, I’d really rather not get the vaccine, because every vaccine carries risks. The benefit of the vaccine usually outweighs the risk, but if you don’t need it, why risk it at all?

And I have been told that my naturally acquired active immunity may only last for 2-3 months. Well that’s a new one, because I’ve never heard of a virus that you defeat naturally that can attack you again successfully within a few months without some other disease process interfering with your immune system (like AIDS). I mean, yeah, over time your immunity can wane with certain diseases, requiring a booster shot, but that’s years. Tetanus is a good example of this.

So if all of that is true, then I would really like to know how long they expect the vaccine to be effective? If (as they say) the antibodies only last for 2-3 months, will we need to get this vaccine quarterly?

Also, there’s studies being done that show much longer immunity. There was a Portuguese study published last month showing that “90% of SARS-CoV-2–positive individuals had detectable antibodies from 40 days up to 7 months post-infection, with higher levels in patients with more severe disease.” Considering the fact that we only had large numbers of people who had recovered from COVID infection for about 7 months when the study was done, I’d say that the immunity probably lasts much longer.

This study concludes by saying, “Most people infected with SARS-CoV-2 will have protective immunity against circulating viruses for many months after initial infection, the authors conclude.” And that’s good news.

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Vote Counting

As we sit here we still don’t know who the next President is. And that’s fine. I know we all want to know because this result will affect us greatly for the next four years or longer. But they need to count the votes. As I look at the different maps showing how many votes each candidate has and how much percentage of the vote total is in, something occurred to me: there’s a better way. In my opinion, this is how the results from Presidential elections (and maybe all elections) should go:

  1. Hold the election. Have in-person voting on election day, require state-issued ID, and have each person sign on the line in a record confirming they voted (to prevent voting more than once).
  2. Require that ALL mail-in ballots be received before election day. If you want your vote to count, there’s no reason to mail it ON election day. Get it in at least a week early to be safe.
  3. Count the votes. At the close of the polls on election day, every single vote should have already been received. There should be a list of workers who will count the votes along with a registered representative from each of the two largest parties in the race (D & R usually) to keep everybody honest. As each precinct counts their votes and as the absentee counters do their work, they send the completed count to the Secretary of State for that state (or whoever is in charge of the voting in that state).
  4. This is the most important point. The Secretary of State does NOT release any vote totals until the counting is 100% complete. So we would literally have no idea who won that state until the counting was over.

    In this system, we would have a map that is completely blank of color, and then each Secretary of State would come to their podium or whatever, and announce that “Trump won Iowa” or “Biden won Oregon” or whatever. We do this in churches all the time. Many churches hold annual elections for deacon, treasurer, etc… This is almost always a three step process: Take the vote, count the vote, and announce the vote. I think this would be a better system for our country.
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My Dad

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For those of you who aren’t aware, my dad, who turned 70 a few weeks ago, passed away two days ago.  Yesterday was my sister’s wedding, so we were mostly trying to keep it low key, but she posted about it today so now I feel comfortable posting about it. 

My dad was not perfect.  He had many faults as anybody who had been cornered by him could tell you. Conversationally he was like a runaway train, and until about ten years ago we struggled to find ways to end conversations with him.  That was when he finally realized it and adopted the policy of “when someone says they need to go, I will let them go.”  So you would say, “Well I need to get going” and he would instantly say, “TalkToYouLaterBye” and hang up. Anything you wanted him to know would have to be said before that point.  

My dad was never wrong.  Well, almost.  He would stand by what he thought with the tenacity of a thing that is really tenacious, and take all comers.  Only once did I get him to admit he was wrong (it was about whether a curse word was in the dictionary. It was.  He had to buy me chocolate milk because I was right).  Sometimes he would do what most of us do and switch from defending HIS position to mocking yours.  That hurt.  Most of us developed kind of a “shell” so that when Dad was talking to us, we just nodded most of the time. 

My dad was abusive.  I don’t need to go into detail, and I’m sure some will get upset that I mentioned it, because you know, you don’t speak ill of the dead, but it’s a fact that my life would have been very different if my dad had made different behavioral choices in regards to his family.   But as I talked to my wife about this, God reminded me of Joseph (Genesis 37-50) from the Bible.  This man was horribly abused by his brothers, thrown into a pit, sold into slavery where no matter how good he was he was also abused by others, falsely accused and thrown into prison where he lived for several years.  When he finally talked with his brothers about what they had done, they thought he would punish them, but he said to them, “Do not be afraid, for am I in God’s place? As for you, you meant evil against me, but God meant it for good in order to bring about this present result, to preserve many people alive.”   God was able to use their sinful choices to bring about good things.  And as I think back, I realized that if my dad had made different choices instead of the ones that led to the breakup of our family, he probably never would have married my stepmom and had my three youngest siblings.  I would have a huge hole in my life because I love those four people.  God took my dad’s sin, and brought something beautiful out of it, just like with Joseph.  It doesn’t excuse what he did, but it does make me feel better about it.

My dad worked to send me to a good school when I lived with him.  He tried to instill good values in me, including a sense of responsibility and completing the work you have been given.  I remember one time when I was about 11 and he told me to feed the dogs before bed. I forgot. Evidently he got home and knew somehow that I hadn’t fed them. He came to my room, woke me up and told me to go feed the dogs. Five minutes later I hadn’t fed them, but had gone back to sleep, so he repeated the command.  I started to put my shirt on, so he left, and I fell back asleep. I have no memory of this because I was not actually conscious for any of that. All I knew was that I was peacefully sleeping, when suddenly I was covered with ice water that he had dumped on me to wake me up so I could do my job.  He was yelling at me, and I didn’t know why.  We laughed about it years later but I learned that completing your work is important, and you put others’ needs in front of your own. 

My dad contributed to my love of board games. I looked forward to those Friday nights when he would get home from work at the post office, and we would stay up playing Axis and Allies or Conquest of the Empire.  He taught me to play cribbage the hard way: by declaring “Muggins,” which meant that if I made a mistake, he profited from it in the game.  I got better faster that way.  He made me competitive, and I love to win, but by being good at games himself, I learned how to be a good winner and a good loser.  Usually.

My dad paid for me to learn to play the classical guitar, and it’s my fault, not his, that I’m not a professional.  He cultivated a love of history and the US Navy in me that I still have even though I never served. He enjoyed telling the story of when he “conned” (or was in charge of) a naval destroyer because he was fixing the rudder. I remember that when I was obsessed with planes he and my stepmom took me to see Top Gun in the theater, and it’s a good thing that the Navy recruiters in the lobby wouldn’t take 12 year olds, because I would have caught the first arrestor cable there.  I remember when he took me to a restaurant, just the two of us, for my 13th birthday and I informed him that my favorite plane was the F-15 Eagle, and so I wanted to join the USAF.  He joked, “Air Force?  I thought you LIKED being in this family!”  

My dad took me fishing, and he took me hunting.  He bought me a 410 shotgun which I was allowed to carry unloaded when I acted as the dog, flushing out the quail and pheasant for him.  Maybe this is why I still don’t like bird hunting: I was always the dog.  He taught me how to fool a squirrel, and how to clean them after they got fooled. After my father-in-law introduced me to deer hunting, my dad let me hunt deer on his 100 acre farm in Missouri, where I hunted almost every year for 20 years.  He told me I was doing him a favor because the deer were eating all the corn, and I said, “Dad, you have a hilly forest where nobody ever goes that practically touches the corn fields, there’s a pond way in the back, and a few private meadows…you don’t have a farm you have a deer preserve!”  I did my part, though, and he always listened to my stories about how I got each deer.  He used to tease me that if I hunted fairly I should just go out there with a knife and hide in a tree, waiting for the deer to walk underneath.  I said, “You first.” 

My dad was a writer, among other things. He loved to write, and I enjoyed reading some of the things he wrote. He instilled in me my love of reading, and I remember how sometimes my punishment for doing something wrong was that I wasn’t allowed to read for several hours, a day, or whatever.  Agony.  He had custom bookshelves built in his house that he filled with so many books. When other kids were collecting baseball cards, I remember that I saved up my money to buy a set of Time Life books (on planes, of course) that I wanted. Reading changed my life.

My dad was complicated. It’s hard to put into words how I feel about the fact that he’s not here anymore.  He has had early-onset Alzheimer’s-type dementia for the past several years, which was gradual at first and then got faster. He contracted COVID-19 a few weeks ago and the damage caused by the virus was too much for his body to overcome.  His greatest tool was his mind, and he had already lost most of it. I am thankful to God for my dad, because if it weren’t for him, I wouldn’t be the person I am today. I woudn’t exist at all, come to think of it.  I miss my dad, but I also miss what might have been in our relationship.  I sincerely hope that his profession of faith in Jesus Christ was legitimate and he is now in the presence of the Lord, sinless and finally aware of how many times in his life he was wrong.  He had many faults, but at the end of the day, he was still

My dad.  

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