Gunn ,'Power Play'
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That reminds me of homework, vw. Hee.
Cashmere, they grow waaay too fast, don't they?
I keep getting gmail invites, taking too long to decide on a name and having them expire. I think 5 e-mail addresses to keep up with are enough, though. If they'd allow 5 digits, I'd use gmail, but since they don't, I'm not so interested.
Tomorrow he'll be 23 months old. It is awesome, isn't it? Whee! He's such a snuggle bunny. Yesterday he came and grabbed my chair, slung it around and yelled, "hug! hug! hug! hug!"I no count so good. I know his date of birth, because he was born the day before my dad died. Knowing you'd finally had him was this little glimmer of joy in a world that for me, was very dark, back then. There have been a lot of times that Aidan has served as a reminder for me, that even in the bad, there's so much that is good.
I am so impressed with his progress. I am so glad he is the child of parents who love him so well, and work so hard for him.
Since he'll be local, it won't be a problem.Oh, good. That's so, so good.
The worst thing is that the county lock-up is smoke-free and he's a serious chain smoker (one of the least problematic of his addictions to be sure).Poor guy. I wonder if they'd let him use the gum, or something.
Cindy, insent to your gmail addy.
Which can be a big help in getting a guy straightened out. Hubby's often muttered that he should commit some crime so he can get some free medical treatment.
Depends on the location, connie. When my brother was in the Indiana state system, they stopped giving him his meds, which caused a full blown psychotic episode. Then they dragged him out of the general population, put him in solitary for three days and didn't bother to tell anyone in our family. It took me a week of fighting with the medical director of the Indiana Dept. of Corrections, as well as threats of lawsuits to get him a single shot (and that was only after going to the psyche ward of the prison he was in and waving a power of attorney form in the face of the prison psychiatrists and handing him our lawyer's card).
While Joe was in for drunk driving, within four months, two men died in the Indiana prison system (one was in the same facility as Joe). A 19 year old kid died of a ruptured appendix because a nurse refused to call the doctor (saying he was faking his symptoms) and a mentally retarded man died of renal failure because the doctor said he wanted to wait until the man passed out before transferring him to the emergency room because the prison had a history of being a problem (hello! he was mentally a five year old!).
Not the place you want your family to be if they have a serious medical condition--even if they have committed a crime.
I don't get that. I mean, I do, because it's a bureaucracy, and exists more to perpetuate itself, than for its stated mission. But common sense ought to state that any prisoner who isn't either on death row, or in for life needs serious care in all areas, so that when he comes out, he's going to be better than when he went in. And for lifers of both varieties, giving good care is the only humane option. It's one of those problems though, that seems so big, it's not clear how to work it.
vw, backflung--twice.
Depends on the location, connie.
Woo. For once I'm glad Utah is not more like an Eastern state. Well, Midwest, maybe. HOpefully your brother can stay local.
Hubby's old boss used to get calls from his town's cops all the time: "Jim, your brother's acting up again. You gonna go get him or you want us to do it?" "You do it. Let him wake up behind bars for a change." Poor Jim. He was the only member of his family without a jail record--and that includes his mother and sisters. I think his mom got a special pass to come out for Thanksgiving or something. It's more funny than sad, his family is just a very obstreperous bunch, and they don't really have the sense not to sell drugs to undercover cops.
His brother--same brother--said he wanted a tattoo but he didn't know what he wanted. Hubby said, "Well, you could get your name tattooed on yourself so that when the cops stop you and you're too drunk to remember, you can read your name off of yourself." Three hours later, the guy came back and proudly showed off where he'd gotten his name tattooed on his belly, upside down so he'd be able to read it when he pulled up his shirt and looked down. This tattoo has come in handy in exactly the situations Hubby mentioned. It's worked so well that he added his Social Security number.
People don't like to consider prisoners as human, Cindy. Joe was in for drinking and driving (he never killed anyone, than goodness). The 19 year old kid was in for B&E, the renal failure guy was in for stealing $4K from his brother, so we're not talking about hardened criminals.
I don't know what the answer is. I don't think that severely mentally ill people should be housed in prisons and I think that prisoners should get at least humane care but that is not where people want their tax dollars going when a lot of law-abiding people can't afford to go to a doctor, either. Especially if we're talking about career criminals or vicious killers or child molesters. I know they're human, too, but how much do I want to make their lives easier? Not so much.
But common sense ought to state that any prisoner who isn't either on death row, or in for life needs serious care in all areas, so that when he comes out, he's going to be better than when he went in. And for lifers of both varieties, giving good care is the only humane option.
You may be surprised how many people do not share this philosophy, and advocate the more, "let 'em rot" philosophy. It is horrifying. I once (recently) sat through a discussion while on site at a conference that debated the point that child molesters and murderers should, instead of being in prison, taken out to reserves and hunted by hunters. I felt very alone in my horror.
At a time when compassion, in general, seems to be at an all-time low, there doesn't seem to be a lot left over for people in prison.
When my brother was in the Indiana state system, they stopped giving him his meds, which caused a full blown psychotic episode. Then they dragged him out of the general population, put him in solitary for three days and didn't bother to tell anyone in our family.
Nodding. A close friend of the family was arrested and held in Miami for more than six months because they misinterpreted signs of mental illness as signs of being a crackhead. The arresting offence was a rock they found in his pocket that, when they finally got around to testing it, turned out to be...a rock. His mother (who is a doctor herself and a very forceful woman) spent months trying to present his medical records and get him back on medication and found no one who would listen to her at all.
Especially if we're talking about career criminals or vicious killers or child molesters. I know they're human, too, but how much do I want to make their lives easier? Not so much.
Yeah, I'm very fuzzy this morning, but wanted to explain that in my above post, I'm not all, child-molester-yay, it was just the discussion at hand.
But I think that people get lumped in, and there's not a lot of room for distinction for people who have committed less serious crimes, or are mentally ill or addicted to drugs or alcohol.
Anyway, I just wanted to clarify.