Sure, I believe as strongly in coincidence as anyone does.
Who among us would doubt that the New York Stock Exchange, United Airlines, and the Wall Street Journal, can… and did…suddenly have computer failures at the same time?
Wow–that is SOME “computer glitch!”
The FBI spokesman who was mentioning various possibilities that the FBI was investigating in its search to discover what had happened, and where responsibility may have laid, said something to the effect that it could have been someone…parties unknown…exploring their assumed hacker skills just to see if major infrastructure components could be manipulated–and what would happen.
As it was, despite the three-and-a-half hour pause in NYSE trading, and the concurrent grounding of all United Airline traffic, and interference with the Wall Street Journal publishing procedures–there has not yet been speculation beyond the mild and somewhat timid “computer glitch” explanation.
Then there is also the remarkable “coincidence” involved in the Charleston, South Carolina, church killings. One question that gives me pause, is to wonder how the gunman, Dylann Roof, managed to choose a church that had a prominent reputation AND just happened to be headed by a United States Senator. Question Two: what would have been the internet new coverage if the tragic event had played out in a backwater town someplace with the victims having been local church-goers, otherwise unremarkable in their anonymity.
Furthermore, how serendipitous is the existence of a series of photos of the shooter, Roof, who burst forth on the international stage literally wearing the Confederate Flag, and posing with a wicked looking gun in what appears to be an ordinary-appearing bedroom. This all begs the question: WHO took those photos, and if the shots are “selfies,” taken by the subject himself with an automatic shutter camera–WHY? It seems that friends and acquaintances of Dylann Roof, who apparently never raised any red flags concerning his opinions or thoughts on race issues or otherwise, would have noticed some weird thinking on his part.
There’s more that appears to point to a really remarkable chain of events stemming from the terrible shootings in Charleston. Almost immediately the emphasis turned to the events surrounding the removal of the Confederate Flag from the South Carolina state house… pole and all… within relatively short period of time. One more point is that now the FBI has discovered that there was a “glitch” in the gun law, which should have prevented Roof from being able to purchase the gun. The gun sales owner had the legal option to issue the permit to Roof without waiting for the permit approval from the FBI. They are now reporting a paradox: that the permit never should have been issued–but the existing law was followed properly by the dealer.
All this cause-and-effect in the sequence of these news features is very convenient…they just happen to lead to detail fodder for building arguments for or against existing laws–both for and against gun control for example.
It is hard to believe this flow of news components to fit nicely into current campaign topics is pure coincidence.
[Disclaimer: I am not a botanist, but I do know poison ivy when I see it, and the Virginia Creeper vine is prominent in this area, and is often mistaken for poison ivy or other poison plant. The Virginia Creeper leaves appear to me to have notched edges, and the leaves are much larger than Poison Ivy leaves. Also, the color of the leaves can be deceiving on both plants, and both have berries and similar vines.]
Anyone who is not personally familiar with the ominous plant–which is not only quite innocent looking, it is actually pretty in its natural state, growing up a tree or in a patch, poison ivy hides (dare I say lurks) within innocent patches of grass or miscellaneous weeds…or flowers.
[Note the photo featuring the gorgeous aged log, with the single Poison Ivy sprig proudly displaying itself, the shiny bright green Myrtle, and the herb Oregano (which is another story.) The poison ivy is pretty much under control back in the tree garden, where this photo was taken.]
Poison ivy is often the butt of jokes, told gleefully by people who have never been afflicted with the full-blown rash. Well, it is not funny! For the uninitiated: poison ivy is a source of irritation ranging from a single tiny postule… or blister…to a full-blown patch of itching, red, swollen, infected-looking skin.
The first time I experienced this diabolical affliction was in Oklahoma, in about 1958. Within a few hours of contact with the toxin I had Poison Ivy spread on both arms, the inside of my thighs, and the rash was shiny and evil-looking, and the itching was almost uncontrollable. I had to be physically restrained from scratching the rash. No amount of Calamine Lotion, or alcohol (rubbing or otherwise) helped.
For about twenty years after that I managed to avoid poison ivy. But then when I moved to my present location in the 1970s I got it numerous times over the next few decades.
It does seem that my body has developed some degree of immunity to poison ivy, but I still get it. I can feel it when it begins, when the first little bump develops. There is pain associated with a poison ivy episode, and a general vague sick feeling. I have told the doctor that it reminds me of hemorrhoid pain, but he just laughs at me. HE has never had poison ivy.
Which reminds me I did have a hilarious exchange with my chiropractor a couple of years ago. I had poison ivy on my face and neck, and he was reluctant to touch the area. I told him it wasn’t contagious, and cautioned about my theories of scrubbing the skin well with a strong soap if and when he actually was in touch with poison ivy (pun intended.) When I was waiting to pay at the desk, the chiropractor came out of the back and entered the general restroom, where supplies were also kept, and “strong soap” was available. He looked at me and said “I’m going to wash my hands real good, like you said.” We both laughed about the patient (me) advising the doctor (him) to wash up well. .
THEY, the poison ivy experts (–that is people who have actually had it personally) have compiled lists of FACTS about it. This is not theoretical information, but actual suffer-and-scratch poison ivy veterans.
- poison ivy can NOT be caught from someone else second-hand
- poison ivy CAN be spread by birds, the wind, smoke from burning brush, direct contact such as pulling out with one’s hands, brushing by the plant and grazing a hand or leg, from petting the DOG who has been out running through the fields, it knows no season, that is– it doesn’t have to be green, or even a leaf…it can be a dry vine in the dead of winter.
- the poison ivy rash infection persists for 10 DAYS (ok, they often hedge on this point, but take it from me it lasts for 10 days…and when it is gone it is just gone, except for a slight scar-like “echo” at the original site.
Then there is the “go to the doctor and get a shot” advice crowd. This is effective when the victim (er, patient) is pretty much covered with the rash. We took my oldest son for the shot treatment one time when he came in the house and said “Mom! I have it everywhere!” Taking his word for it, he did get the injection. The serum was effective. We also have some prescription ointment that helps with the itching and pain.
The single, most effective, and absolutely best way to avoid the outbreak of the poison ivy rash is prevention–soap and water. There are special soaps that are intended specifically as “poison ivy soap,” but I have found that ANY strong soap is effective in washing off the poison that causes the outbreak in the first place. Obviously reaching a place to wash up is not always an option, but I think the purpose is simply to remove the toxic substance and prevent infection.
Another thing that I have found is that wearing long-sleeved shirts and jeans or other long pants is always a good idea when hiking or working around an area where poison ivy exists, or is likely to exist.
Right now, even as we speak, I have poison ivy infection on the tops of both hands, near my wrists. The patchy area is red, and slightly swollen, and itches like mad. Fortunately it is a small, contained area. A huge bottle of Hydrogen Peroxide is always handy, and serves to soothe and disinfect areas of open rash. (Some say bleach works, too.)
Huh…I hear the thoughts “why the heck didn’t she apply her accumulated knowledge and avoid the exposure?” In my defense, it was just a “stray” leaf or two hiding among some grass in my Hibiscus that caused my current rash on my hands. I knew it was there, and fully intended to go into the house immediately and wash it off. (You know what they say about good intentions! 🙂
Like bubblewrap, the impossibly satisfying packing material that is used to protect all sorts of products…from computer components to special delicacies like chocolates or fragile cookies…during shipping from factory to consumer.
For anyone who has been marooned on Mars for a couple of decades, bubblewrap is made of two sheets of clear (or colored) thin plastic, pressed similar to a waffle to trap air within small bubbles–which is what gives bubblewrap its strength, and its name.
It does sound sort of silly, but bubblewrap has proven to be effective in its capacity for protection of items during shipping.
Well, now they have decided to…take out the bubbles!
For bubblewrap’s successor, I envision some variation of that plastic-foam stuff, that may be as strong, cheaper to make, and possibly less complicated to make. Even so, the foam sheet is boring; it doesn’t make noise, reflect light, or offer any residual benefit to its original purpose.
Perhaps the best thing about bubblewrap is its inherent entertainment value. Bubbles are for popping…and for some reason the rapid staccato popping sound is a free-bonus to a recipient of something that comes wrapped in bubblewrap. Show me a person of any age that can resist squeezing the individual bubbles to hear the sound they make…not unlike fire-crackers.
Simple pleasures rarely last indefinitely. Pop pop pop…