You're a Good Man, Sean Penn
---excerpt from Sean Penn's Oscar acceptance speech.
Bravo, Mr. Penn. Harvey would have been so proud.
Welcome to the insights, ponderings and meanderings of a forty-something punk-rock momma with secondary-progressive multiple sclerosis and trigeminal neuralgia in Portland. Rather than provoke thought, I prefer to poke it with a giant stick. 🌀
I got a few emails about my Oxycodone Shortage post, wondering if I ever got meds, and what the hell was going on. So here's my update, hopefully with a little less emotion and cursing than the other post contained (though I make no promises on either):
There is a nationwide oxycodone shortage. NO ONE has any. To make matters worse, everyone is telling a different story. One pharmacy blamed the FDA and their "guidelines" as to how much of the med can be made. Another blamed a recall. One told my dh that there was a "problem with a precursor" to the drug. News articles are also confusing. Most blame the FDA, but some seem to doubt there's even a shortage at all. The FDA itself denied it until a few days ago. Their website now acknowledges the shortage, but no one seems to know when it will end.
Former Capitol Hill staffer Carlos Fierro is back at work in D.C., just months after killing a Pueblo man.
Labels: Native American
In Wilkes-Barre, Pennsylvania, the juvenile court system was once a model of efficency: efficent corruption, that is. An accused minor would be brought in, often without a lawyer (violating the 1967 Supreme Court ruling gaurenteeing minors the right to counsel), and given a "speedy trial" lasting only minutes. Following the McTrial, these youths were sentenced to detention centers for even the most minor of offenses and often against the recommendations of probation officers assigned to the cases. Many had never been arrested before.
Yep...insomnia. Hello old friend. Back again so soon? You sure know how to overstay your welcome!