Now that it's all over and done - and he's gotten what he wanted (yet again), I want to take this opportunity to send a personal message to Bob Morrison, CEO of Randolph Hospital:
Hello Bob. First and foremost, let me say to you that, as a physician, I think that the CEO of a "non-profit" hospital openly supporting increased alcohol in the community (especially one that has been dry for 50 years) was grossly insensitive and irresponsible. A substantial chunk of the people who use your hospital did not want this. But I'm sure you're already consulting to see how you can spin it.
I could tell, from the early news coverage, that you itched to be front and center in this campaign . . . but you evaporated into the background when I made the referendum a central issue here on Housecalls. Call me "crazy" or "mentally anguished" (the first defense of people who don't have one) but until you, your flunkie (Steve Eblin) and your hospital take responsiblity for what you-all did to a good Pediatrician going above-and-beyond-the-call-of-duty (in order to help a patient that your bad advertising & poor judgement put in danger), every time you get near the spotlight, I will be there, Bob. I will be on this blog. And I will be other blogs. I will show up at city council meetings and public hearings and especially sacred assemblies. I will continue to write letters and send e-mails to regulatory agencies and state officials. I will continue to give interviews - maybe even write a book. I'm giving serious consideration to filing suit against the state just to demonstrate what a fundamental joke hospital/medical oversight can be. I hope to make them so tired of me that they go after you to get rid of me. I will chat up doctors (especially young ones) and nurses wherever I go . . . online and off . . . and tell them all about how they can expect to be treated (as "valued professionals") in Asheboro, North Carolina. Asheboro is not going to shiskaBob another Pediatrician if I have anything to do with it. I will chase you and call you what you are - what you cannot ever run from because your lies are imortalized in black and white - and graced with your signature. All the consultants in the world are not going to be able to make this not-so-young-anymore doctor . . . raised in Asheboro . . . whose life and dream you destroyed . . . "just go away". Fred Goldman is going to look like a toy-poodle compared to me.
It's not obscession. It's not extortion. It's justice. Justice denied. Call it a hobby (if you'd left me alone I might have taken up pottery). I've had no peace, so you don't get any. The people who have protected you and shielded you don't get any. You will become a liability to them - if they do not already see you that way. "Reconcilliation" is not going to happen without accountability.
Cheap grace is so not going to cut it.
Thursday, July 31, 2008
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
Day One: The Decline Begins
As you all know, the alcohol vote was brought before Asheboro yesterday, and in a shocking turn of events, the people voted on the side of Satan. While I can't say that I'm surprised, I am disappointed with those that are choosing to ruin the purity of Asheboro, and for what? A few beers? For shame.
You see, many years ago, I saved the life of a baby. Ever since that point, I've been treated disrespectfully by the powers that be in this town. I've tried to bring morality back, but have been accused of being insane, a troublemaker, and many things quite worse. It is certainly fitting that Asheboro has now voted in alcohol, because the "people of power" in this town have operated as though they are in a drunken state for years now.
My mother, a fine woman and one of the people who adamantly opposed the sale of alcohol (both in the past and currently), once told me a story about a little boy named Joseph. Joseph was unlike the other little boys of the area, as he was born with a large horn on his head. The children loved to call him names like Unicorn-Boy, Horny, and Dr. Magichorn. Joseph wasn't bothered by this though, as he would routinely join in with the name calling, accepting his place within the group. One day though, Joseph just wanted to be alone in the cafeteria at school. He had a lovely tuna fish sandwich and a bag of potato chips. The chips, he later found out, were from the Thompson River Potato Chip company, of East Lansing, Michigan. Joseph ate with a sense of pride, as he had the best bag of potato chips in the school, the kind that everyone was envious of. As is generally the case though, Steve Schimdly didn't want to let little Joseph eat his potato chips in peace. He grabbed the bag and ripped them open with the horn on little Joseph's head. From that day on, Joseph never spoke another word.
Another win for Schmidly.
You see, many years ago, I saved the life of a baby. Ever since that point, I've been treated disrespectfully by the powers that be in this town. I've tried to bring morality back, but have been accused of being insane, a troublemaker, and many things quite worse. It is certainly fitting that Asheboro has now voted in alcohol, because the "people of power" in this town have operated as though they are in a drunken state for years now.
My mother, a fine woman and one of the people who adamantly opposed the sale of alcohol (both in the past and currently), once told me a story about a little boy named Joseph. Joseph was unlike the other little boys of the area, as he was born with a large horn on his head. The children loved to call him names like Unicorn-Boy, Horny, and Dr. Magichorn. Joseph wasn't bothered by this though, as he would routinely join in with the name calling, accepting his place within the group. One day though, Joseph just wanted to be alone in the cafeteria at school. He had a lovely tuna fish sandwich and a bag of potato chips. The chips, he later found out, were from the Thompson River Potato Chip company, of East Lansing, Michigan. Joseph ate with a sense of pride, as he had the best bag of potato chips in the school, the kind that everyone was envious of. As is generally the case though, Steve Schimdly didn't want to let little Joseph eat his potato chips in peace. He grabbed the bag and ripped them open with the horn on little Joseph's head. From that day on, Joseph never spoke another word.
Another win for Schmidly.
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
Dr. J's Housecalls?
I received an email from a fan of my blog, referencing a blog with a very similar title to mine. After taking the time to read over it, it seems that "Dr. J" and I seem to share quite a bit in common. She too was screwed over by the Randolph Hospital when she saved the life of a baby. Unfortunately, Dr. J seems to think that I am mocking her in some way, but I hope to prove to her that I am in fact, on her side. I have uncovered a few more members of the conspiracy against people like Dr. J and myself, and some of the names are quite shocking...
Dr. Marshall Applewhite
Jeff Galuli
Kato Kailen
Elian Gonzalez
Joey Buttafuco
Louise Brown
Rodney King
This goes all the way to the top, folks.
Dr. Marshall Applewhite
Jeff Galuli
Kato Kailen
Elian Gonzalez
Joey Buttafuco
Louise Brown
Rodney King
This goes all the way to the top, folks.
Alcohol in Asheboro? More like, babykillers in Asheboro.
I just got done giving birth to a brand new baby boy today, and afterwards decided to check on the results of the alcohol voting in Asheboro. Needless to say, I am extremely disappointed in the decision that was made by the voters of this town.
As most of you know by now, I am a certified baby saver. Many years back, I was called in to the Randolph Hospital to save a baby who had been mistreated by the doctor and nurses that were attending to it. In one wonderful moment, I saved the baby from certain death and arrested the people who were causing it harm. For my trouble, a global conspiracy was started by Steve Schmidly and others (going all the way to the White House) to keep me from saving more babies from certain death. My house was burned down, my dog was shot by a rogue cop (certainly in Schmidly's pocket), and I was forced to wear a giant A on my chest, which they said represented "Apple Dumpling Gang", their name for those of us that DON'T hate babies.
As you can see, I have every reason to be against the sale of alcohol in the town of Asheboro. Forget the fact that I have eaten in restaurants that serve liquor. Forget the fact that I have purchased alcohol as gifts for others in the past. Forget the fact that I have been seen drinking alcohol numerous times in the past. I SAVED THE LIFE OF A GODDAMN BABY!
This is truly a sad day for baby-lovers. I'll post more when I'm not so disgusted.
As most of you know by now, I am a certified baby saver. Many years back, I was called in to the Randolph Hospital to save a baby who had been mistreated by the doctor and nurses that were attending to it. In one wonderful moment, I saved the baby from certain death and arrested the people who were causing it harm. For my trouble, a global conspiracy was started by Steve Schmidly and others (going all the way to the White House) to keep me from saving more babies from certain death. My house was burned down, my dog was shot by a rogue cop (certainly in Schmidly's pocket), and I was forced to wear a giant A on my chest, which they said represented "Apple Dumpling Gang", their name for those of us that DON'T hate babies.
As you can see, I have every reason to be against the sale of alcohol in the town of Asheboro. Forget the fact that I have eaten in restaurants that serve liquor. Forget the fact that I have purchased alcohol as gifts for others in the past. Forget the fact that I have been seen drinking alcohol numerous times in the past. I SAVED THE LIFE OF A GODDAMN BABY!
This is truly a sad day for baby-lovers. I'll post more when I'm not so disgusted.
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