Death

Rest in Peace, Sid (1934-2013)

Fond of telling students, “the ungrammatical life is not worth living,” Dr. Sidney Gendin, Professor of Philosophy at Eastern Michigan University for 35 years, passed away unexpectedly in his home in Ann Arbor,  Mich., on August 21, 2013.   Born January 3, 1934, in Brooklyn, New York, he refused to abandon his Brooklyn accent. Sid graduated from Brooklyn College with a B.A. in 1955 and New...

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Pure Hatred

I hate bugs. I hate them purely and honestly, unadulterated by reasons. I care not the slightest whit whether they be bad or beneficial. However small and faceless they may be, they fill me with loathing. I have no irrational fear of them; they give me no nightmares. I simply wish a very painful death on each and everyone of them. I would catch them and torture them if they were worthy of my time. As it is, I take an inordinate pleasure in...

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If You Love Statistics

If you love statistics, charts and reams of data – and who dares say he doesn’t? – then this book is for you. 530 pages with thousands of tables and charts will delight you for hours. All produced under the supervision of these heart-winning folks: U.S. Department of Health and Human Services Kathleen Sebelius Secretary Centers for Disease Control and Prevention Thomas R. Frieden, M.D., M.P.H. Director National Center for...

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To Live Or Die In Antwerp

The trouble with the euthanasia fanatics in Belgium is that they don’t have the courage of their convictions. Ostensibly, they want to check out from among the living but they want that only on the easiest of terms. In particular, they want their physicians to deliver the coup do gråce in a happy, comfortable setting. Eating a piece of good Belgian chocolate before dying is always a swell idea. Physicians in this country of...

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Dust To Dust

1876 was the 100th anniversary of the founding of our country (if we take the Declaration of Independence as the starting point) and the 50th anniversary of the death of Tom Jefferson. No one was left to mourn him. Tom was now, at that point, just a piece of history. JFK suffers the same fate. People pretend to care but they don’t. No tears will be shed over his grave. No convulsive sobs will be wasted in the privacy of one’s...

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Give Until It Hurts A Little

Some people like to say “I gave at the office” or “I made my annual donation two months ago.” All this is good but leaves you far short of what you opught to be doing. The likelihood that you can’t help more than you are doing is slim to none. Just skip two meals per month in your favorite fancy restaurant and send the saved money to some place where it will be appreciated much more than your local restauranteur....

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