When parody isn't needed...

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.