February 16th, 2011

#2546: Why don't you be a CNA again?

Short form: because it's a horrible, horrible job.

Long form:

At the interview I went to last month, one of the first things I was asked was about my work as a CNA in Cedar Rapids. "That's valuable!" The interviewer said.

No; no, it isn't. And it is not (as he contended) going to be more valuable later on.

Look: you run your ass off for eight hours a day; the only time you're not moving is when you're on break, and you have to move fast because you're responsible for the well-being of 10-20 people. You're the front-line of care; you bear all kinds of responsibility for everything. Despite that, you have no authority to do anything more involved than changing bed linens. 90% of your job is dealing with bodily wastes, some of which are laden with infectious organisms. For all of that, you are the lowest-paid person on the floor and you're disposable: you have little or no job security, and most of the time the place has more applications than it knows what to do with, and can hire three people to replace you within a week.

CNAs are cheap because you need only take a single eight-week course, and pass an exam, to become one. Most of the time, CNAs are people who are on their way to being LPNs or RNs; it really looks good on a resume when you're trying to get a job as an LPN or RN that you "got your chops" working as a CNA while you were in school. It's not too bad to spend a couple years as a CNA while you work on becoming an LPN; then you can work as an LPN while working on being an RN. Or if--like me--you had designs on becoming a radiological technician of one stripe or another, it's a way to pay the bills while you figure out WTF you're going to do and how you're going to accomplish it.

As a career--just being a CNA--it's an awful choice. It's incredibly stressful work; it's both physically and emotionally exhausting, too.

Everything has to be done fast. You have to be incredibly callous towards the very people you're there to help: it doesn't matter if moving that guy that way makes his still-healing hip hurt, because you don't have time to be gentle. (But if you injure him--not hard to do when he's in such a frail state--you're fired, and probably going to jail to boot.)

The threat of losing your job--and possible criminal prosecution--hangs over your head every minute you're actually working. You have to be really careful about everything you do, and everything you say, but you have to do everything as fast as possible. If you screw up--even if it's an honest mistake--you'd better pray to God that none of the patients gets injured because of your error, because the very best outcome you can expect in that case is only to lose your job. More likely you'll be summarily fired and never work as a CNA again; in some cases you can expect to be hauled away in a squad car.

The "criminal prosecution" aspect is always de-emphasized--if people were afraid to work as CNAs the medical industry would have to raise their pay--but it's a reality, and that's not improving as time goes on. Sure, it's rare for someone to make an honest mistake and get thrown in the pokey for it; usually only cases of egregious negligence get punished that way--but it's still possible.

If you're working under an RN who doesn't like you, she can get your ass fired just by complaining to the DON (director of nursing) about you often enough. The place I worked, there was one person who was always writing complaints to the DON about this person or that person; and she even bragged about getting some people fired.

Besides all that, then there's the problem of it being a sexist industry. If you're a guy working as a CNA, you can forget about "equal rights"; if a female patient says she doesn't want you performing procedures on her, that she wants a woman CNA, you have to stop and get a female CNA. (Male patients, of course, have to take whatever CNA comes to help.) It's a female-dominated industry and a man working in it has to bear whatever sexist bullshit comes his way; but if he's accused of sexual harassment--even falsely--he's still going to be in serious trouble.

The RN (or LPN) can shift blame for her mistakes onto you. RNs and LPNs are very difficult to find (unlike CNAs) and they're not disposable; if you get an unethical RN you may find yourself being fired for someone else's screw-up and--again--you're probably not going to work as a CNA again.

Most places are reasonable; a lot of them aren't going to make trouble for you because it can, in fact, end up making trouble for them if they're too harsh on CNAs. There was one place in Cedar Rapids which was always advertising for CNAs, because it was well-known in the long-term care community for being an unremediated shithole that used up CNAs. (I knew someone--the wife of a friend--who got in trouble there for trying to do her job too well.)


I came up with a "worst case" scenario:

Say you're a CNA working for a nursing home, and you work with one other CNA in a ward of 23 people. One of these people is a 73-year-old male cancer patient with a central line. He's got early Alzheimer's, so he's confused; usually he's all right but sometimes he gets a little loopy. The nurse on the ward that shift is an older RN who's very friendly with the DON, and she's been there for years. You've been a CNA there for a year.

One day, while you're working on getting everyone settled down after lunch, the man becomes agitated and complains about his central line. You talk to him and try to calm him down, but it doesn't work, and he starts trying to rip the thing out in his agitation. If he manages that, he could bleed to death, so you have to stop him.

You manage to calm him down and you ask the other CNA to get the RN. While you're waiting, the guy tries to get at the central line again and you stop him; this happens a couple of times before the RN comes. She comes in, sees the guy in a moderately calm state, and tells you he's fine, and to get on with your regular work. You tell her that the guy's still agitated and trying to tear the line out, and that either someone's got to watch him or he has to be restrained; the RN tells you he's fine and that you'd better get back to work, or else.

You can't restrain a patient without a doctor's orders; illegal restraint can send you to jail. The nurse has a certain amount of latitude, but the CNA has none whatsoever--and as a CNA you have no choice but to do what the nurse tells you. You get the guy into bed and go off to continue your rounds.

Fifteen minutes later the emergency call light is flashing; the guy's roommate is yelling about there being "blood all over the place" and when you come in you see that the guy is bleeding profusely from his chest and the central line is laying on the floor. You call 911 and inform the nurse.

Luckily, the guy is transported to the hospital and he lives, but the guy's kids pull him out of the nursing home talking "lawsuit".

Two days later, you're fired for "leaving an unstable patient". It's not "abandonment" (which will get you jailed) but you're told you should have known better than to leave a man who was trying to remove his central line! The fact that the nurse ordered you to--even if you bring it up--is ignored.

Alternate ending: You ignore the nurse's order to get back to work and continue to watch the guy, with your partner's blessing. The guy tries to pull out his central line five more times in the next hour, after which the RN comes in and asks you why you're still in here when she told you to get back to rounds?

Two days later, you're fired for insubordination.

Either way, you never work as a CNA again.

* * *

By the way: you think a guy wouldn't pull out his central line if he was confused and agitated? There was a guy at the nursing home where I worked--guys, I'm warning you, this is gonna suck to read--this guy pulled out a foley catheter with the retention bulb inflated.

He did this more than once.

Do you know how big the retention bulb on a typical foley catheter is? It's a bit less than an inch across; a nurse inflated a spoiled one to show me once. This guy pulled that damn thing out through his dick. It must've hurt like every level of hell at once, yet he did it. It probably blew out after he got it past the urethral sphincter, but it would still hurt like the fires of hell. There was a guy in another ward with a foley; if you merely gave it a slight tug the wrong way, he'd yelp. That's how much it hurts. (Believe me, I only moved his foley that way once. He was lucid, so he understood "that was a mistake" and "OMG I'm so sorry!" Also, he was a great guy.)

People who are confused and agitated can do some pretty fricking awful things to themselves; that's why they have to be in nursing homes in the first place.

* * *

Besides the fact that you walk 5+ miles per day and spend a lot of time lifting, moving, pushing, wiping, cleaning, cleaning, wiping-- Besides that, it's emotionally exhausting, too.

Look: most of them aren't there because they're going to get better. Lots of them die a few months after they arrive there. It's hard to know which is worse: the ones who die within months or the ones who don't.

And you can go whole weeks without seeing any relatives. I rarely saw people get visitors where I worked; if you have any sympathy or empathy in you at all, you can feel the lonliness those poor people live with.

There were one or two residents who had visitors all the time.

I'm not blaming the families--or not entirely, anyway--because it's hard to see your loved one sitting in a wheelchair, unable to recognize you or even feed himself. It freaks some people out to see a person disabled by nothing more than the infirmities of age. It's very easy to rationalize it: "She wouldn't recognize me anyway, so what's the point of going?"

But when you're the CNA working the ward, guess what? The confused ones still recognize you; they see you almost every day. Some of them ask for you by name, if they ever learn it; but if they don't they'll still treat you like family because you're familiar to them, even if they don't know where they saw you. (Being treated "like family" may include being slapped and yelled at, pinched and scratched, because the person really can't help himself. You learn not to take it personally, because it's not personal.) They may not know who you are, but they know who you are, kinda.

It sucks to be someone's kid and have the guy ask, "Who are you again?" but chances are the guy knows you're someone important to him; he just can't remember who. (So if you have loved ones in a hospital or nursing home, gut it up and start visiting them regularly. They desperately need your company; and I'm pretty sure you go to hell if you don't.)

* * *

Even something as simple as an aspirin is rife with trouble.

If a patient decides he wants an aspirin, as a CNA your only option is to say, "I'll go tell the nurse."

The nurse can then consult the patient's chart. If there is a doctor's order in the chart allowing the patient to have aspirin, the nurse may then give the patient aspirin, and the problem is over. If not:

1) The nurse tells the CNA, "He can't have asprin."

2) CNA tells patient, "Doctor says you can't have aspirin."

3) Patient says, "What the hell? It's just an aspirin! I want an aspirin!"

4) CNA repeats what the nurse said, and then takes his leave of the patient.

5) Patient rings for help: "I want an aspirin!"

6) CNA gets the nurse, who tells patient, "You can't have aspirin. I'll call your doctor to see if he'll let you have some."

7) Patient protests, "It's just an aspirin! You can buy it at the drug store!"

8) Nurse explains drug interaction precautions, blah blah blah, most of which the patient doesn't even listen to. Nurse and CNA leave the room again.

9) Call light goes on again: "I want an aspirin!"

10) CNA says, "The nurse has a call into the doctor."

...repeat until the guy falls asleep or the CNA's shift ends, whichever comes first.

This kind of thing happened to me all the time.

* * *

The job is full of too many "rock and hard place" decisions.

There's too much physical labor, too much responsibility, no concomitant power, for far too little pay, and there's no job security.

It's exhausting on every level.

So, that's why I don't want to be a CNA again: I just can't. I mean, I can--I'm physically capable of doing the job--but...I just can't. Really.

#2547: Appliances!

So I emptied the sink and filled the dishwasher, put a tab of detergent in the dispenser, and turned it on.

When it was done, I saw that the soap tab had not dissolved; it had fallen onto the inside of the main door. I checked the operation of the latch that holds the detergent in its receptacle until it's time for it to be released; it operated correctly and the door didn't stick. Figuring I'd just goofed up somehow, I cleaned up the semi-molten tab, put in another tab and ran the cycle again.

Same result.

Carefully examined the detergent receptacle and the operation of the latch and door. It wasn't sticking; the receptacle door was open when I opened the main door. The solenoid that released the receptacle door was obviously not the problem. Figuring it was a fluke, I cleaned up the partly-dissolved detergent tab, put another tab in, and ran the cycle a third time.

Same result.

...sighing, I cleaned up the slushy remains of the detergent tab--it hadn't even made it out of the receptacle this time--and decided I'd have to look up the paperwork and see if it was still in warranty; but maybe I could look at the service manual on-line and fix it myself if it wasn't anything too complex.

Meanwhile, I put a load of laundry into the washing machine downstairs and got that started. Deciding to make cinnamon rolls, I got the oven started preheating and put the rolls in the pan, then thought I'd have a look at the dishwasher while the oven was preheating.

Maybe there's something wrong with the door only when the main door is vertical, I thought, so I tried closing it most of the way and then actuating the manual release, and--

And. And then I saw that the griddle that I'd put into the dishwasher--the pan I cook my grilled ham-and-cheese sandwiches on--that was positioned such that the detergent door couldn't open properly, so the detergent tab would hang there in the receptacle, then fall out once I opened the main door. Flipped the pan around, put in another tab of detergent, started the thing...and (I saw later) it worked just fine.


So I watched anime and ate cinnamon rolls, and after a while I went downstairs to put my laundry in the dryer. The washing machine was in its final spin cycle, nearly finished, and it was making the most ungodly noise about it: that peculiar "bad bearing" sound. I stopped the spin cycle, emptied it into the dryer, and then tried restarting the spin--and it started right up with the ungodly noise again; when I shut it off and it spun back down I heard a kind of "roulette ball" noise which sounds like escaped ball bearings.


So I'm going to have to tear into the washing machine to see if I can figure out WTF is wrong with it. Good thing I got the laundry done, because it gives me time to figure out what parts I need, and where from to order them, and how to pay for them....

In general, bearings are pretty cheap; usually it's the installation that costs all the money. We'll see what's up with this thing; hopefully it won't take much, because I can't afford to buy a new washer and I doubt my siblings will think it's worth investing in. I'd hate to have to start schlepping my clothes over to the laundromat.

* * *

When I got together with Og and Partner to make our abortive visit to the Crown Point gun show, on the 29th, we happened to drive past a place on Route 41 called "Otaku Hobbies".

Now, anyplace with that name has got to be a good source for all things anime and manga. You'd think, anyway, right?

...of course, I have no money. *sigh* I want to go, but I don't want just to go and look around. Crap.

* * *

Well, I got to the end of Asobi ni Iku yo and it's pretty good stuff. The BD versions have just been released in Japan, so the uncensored fansubs should be available on the torrent sites soon.

Then I'm going to dub a copy of it to DVD; and I'm going to make a copy for Og. I told him about ep 2 (or 3?) where Aoi and Manami go chasing after bad guys straight out of the bathtub, totally naked. He asked me to make a copy for him; so I will.

I'm going to link to several of Steven Den Beste's pages now:

Gun folks should watch it just because of the various shots of Manami's gun collection. Cripes, she's got an arsenal--not bad for a teenage girl living in a country with very strict gun control laws. And they're all real guns, too: they all shoot bullets, not BBs or paint balls. They're also "all real guns" in the sense that they are accurate drawings of real-world firearms. The guns!

The Catians bring with them these bullets which dissolve nonliving matter. And so you can have scenes like this one. Both girls just emptied their guns at each other, but thanks to the Catian pseudo-antimatter ammunition, neither one was hurt. The Catians are big believers in the sanctity of life, so nearly all their weapons are nonlethal.

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Not safe for work: The Catian woman with the long dark purple hair is Captain Kuune. I really like Captain Kuune, even though her breasts are a bit too big. She's beyond the Rushuna limit. (Rushuna from Grenadier is Steven's inspiration for the unit "rushuna", which is a measure of bust size. He says that anything greater than 1 Rushuna is disgusting, and I'm inclined to agree with him.) Captain Kuune is too awesome, though, to let her 1.5 Rushuna bust get in the way of my admiration for her.

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But damn: Lucy! To save you the effort of clicking on the link, here's why I linked to Steven's page this time:


Then you wonder why I can't decide between her and Erza? Here's why:

(That one comes from here.)

Erza Scarlet is also made of awesome. Not only is she one of the strongest mages in Fairy Tail; she's also law-abiding, to the T. She looks mean but she's not; she's just a serious person, and she's really smart and tough. She's a good person to have at your back, because if she's got your back, it's handled.

She's not always wearing that armor; that's what she puts on when she's got to get serious about fighting. Otherwise she wears a plate cuirass and greaves. Her main magical skill is "exquip": she can change armor and weapons on the fly, just by willing it, and she has a huge arsenal at her disposal.

Fairy Tail makes me drool too much. I need a girlfriend, damn it.

#2548: Let's go for a record!!!

I think the most posts I ever did in a single day was five. Or six? I'm gonna try to beat it today. WTF, it's not like I'm doing anything else useful!

* * *

So Asobi ni Iku yo! has me thinking about my sadly neglected science fiction.

I recognize this feeling, though: It's so cool! I have to write something! ...then I get in front of the computer with the word processor running, and nothing.

A lot of the Catian technology is past the Clarke Limit: it's indistinguishable from magic. But in the OP, Eris is flying a one-man ship in an amazingly blue sky, and it fires my imagination.

BTW, AsoIku is set in Okinawa. It's 26° north of the equator, yet in the final episode the Catians Collapse ) Then again, their technology is beyond the Clarke Limit, as I said, so they've probably got several good solutions for the problems that would give rise to.

Building something like that would be a pretty big deal for us, of course; but Captain Kuune decides to do it as a lark, as a Christmas present. That is "indistinguishable from magic", damn it.

I really want a couple of assistaroids, too.

* * *

I don't know how correct it is, but when I see the sky depicted as being incredibly blue, I think of the Japanese phrase "aozora", which means "blue sky". The sky really does get that intensely blue on occasion--it's not just an anime thing--and every time I see it in real life the same phrase comes to mind.

* * *

AsoIku isn't the first anime series I've seen that was set entirely in Okinawa. Stratos 4 was set on Shimojijima, which is considered part of Okinawa. It's southwest of Okinawa, though, halfway between Okinawa and Taiwan.

* * *

Damn it, Google Earth is a time suck.

#2549: I wonder where in Hokkaido?

Kimi ni Todoke is set in Hokkaido; I wonder where. Maybe if I (finally) upgraded Google Earth, I could find out. *sigh*

The northwest coast of Hokkaido is very sparsely populated, according to Google Earth. At least, I don't see too many houses or roads there.

* * *

I was looking at Hokkaido because I was curious about where I ought to set Chicory. Oh, I can get away with not naming a place, but it would be helpful if I could get photographic references of an actual city/town/village in Hokkaido from which to draw.

...not that I've actually done any work on any of my creative projects. It's been months.

* * *

Come to think of it, I think True Tears was also set in Hokkaido. Anyway, it's nice to see series set somewhere other than Tokyo.

* * *

Considering where Nagoya is--about 2/3 of the way to Osaka from Tokyo--I have to wonder if the folks there speak Kansai-ben or Edokko? The Japanese woman I corresponded with in 2004-2005 lived in Nagoya (actually, Ama-gun) but I have no idea what dialect of Japanese she spoke.

It really doesn't matter, anyway; I'm just curious.

* * *

The seventh volume of Kimi ni Todoke was released on the first. I think I'm going to the bookstore soon....

#2550: How broke are we?

We're so broke, we can't afford to pay attention! *rimshot*

Here's a breakdown with numbers the human brain can grasp.
If the Federal government were scaled down to the size of the average US household, here’s what its finances would look like:

* The Federal government would earn $50,000 a year in tax revenue (the same as the average US household).

* It would be $325,000 in debt.

* It would pay almost $10,000 a year in interest on that debt.

* Last year, it would have spent $79,000.

* This year, it is hoping to spend $86,000.

* The $100 billion in spending cuts (that some politicians view as draconian) would be equivalent to the household cutting its $86,000 in planned spending down to a mere $83,700. Not a bad start, but the household has another $33,700 to go before it balances its budget.
Cutting $2,300 out of $86,000 is 2.67%, which is a bigger cut than either political party is pushing. The GOP is actually only after a 1.6% cut, and the Democrats want a cut so small it you can't see it without a microscope.

The chart right below the text I blockquoted makes it plain: the US has a total debt load--both debt and unfunded obligations--of around $64,090 billion.

World GDP is $58,230 billion.

That's right: we owe more than the annual economic output of THE ENTIRE WORLD.

No one's even trying to do anything about it. This way lies ruin.

* * *

So the weather tomorrow is supposed to be unseasonably warm, and rainy. It's going to be 61°! It's proof of global warming!

* * *

Well, it's 9 AM; I've been up since 6:30 PM. Why can I stay awake all night without a problem, but if I am sleeping at night I can only go 12 hours before I need sleep again? My circadian rhythm blows.


This makes number six; and if I haven't set a new record at least I tied the old one, so I'm going to go to frickin' BED once this is done.

* * *

Wednesday! Hump day! The middle of the week!

* * *

Man, last night I got so much done, though! I'd been putting off several chores, and I did them all, so that's good.

* * *

I noticed that when I have to soak the output port, the water where I add the epsom salts gets cold.

Last night I was thinking about it, and using nothing but the Laws of Thermodynamics I figured out why it was happening. I felt so smart.

1) Magnesium sulfate is a crystal at room temperature. That means that there are basically energy "holes" into which the atoms fall to form the crystal; if you wish to disturb this crystalline structure, you must put energy into it to force the atoms out of their "holes". If this wasn't the case, it wouldn't be a crystal; it'd probably be liquid at room temperature. The crystalline structure represents the minimum energy of the system and you have to put energy in to disturb it.

2) The crystals are approximately room temperature (70°) before they go into the bath water. The bath water is over 90° (probably closer to 95°). Adding the crystals to the water increases the mass of the water; at the same time you're dumping a "cold reservoir" into a "hot reservoir" and the temperatures must equalize.

So the salt pulls heat out of the water as it dissolves, but the total energy remains the same.

Besides, adding the salt to the water changes its properties. Salt water (a solution of sodium chloride, I mean) has--for example--a different freezing point than pure water. It also changes the specific heat capacity of the water. These effects are nontrivial.


* * *

Turns out that the neighbor--the one the cop was asking about the other day--was down in Arkansas taking care of his sister. He only got back yesterday and we chatted a little bit last night.

* * *

The snow is melting. Every year I think about charging up the batteries for my remote control truck, and then running it around on the frozen crust you get when snow partly thaws and refreezes--and every year I don't get around to it. *sigh*

The truck is vintage 1988. I bought it from Radio Shack when I was working at Software Yutzetera; it was a Christmas present for myself. It's true 4WD and it has two gear ranges (high and low) and in low it can crawl through just about anything. Grass is no problem.

But I have this idea about putting it into "high" and running it around on the frozen crusty snow, and doing donuts and stuff. I think it'd be fun.

Just, apparently, not fun enough actually to do it.

In 1992, I worked out how to mount my video camera to it. I'd bought an 8mm RCA camcorder in May of that year, and I discovered that it was light enough to mount to the truck. I borrowed the mounting screw from a tripod and drilled an appropriately-sized hole in the roof of the truck body; the camcorder was then screwed to the roof of the truck. It worked! It was stable! The truck (in low) had the guts to drag the camera around with ease!

I could even run the truck in high gear on a sufficiently hard surface, like concrete. No problem. I never did much with this, but I have some video of my experiments with it.

Years later I happened to see some wildlife show where the camera crew was trying to get a camera into a lion's den. So they mounted a camera to an RC truck chassis, covered the whole thing with fur to make it look like a lion cub, and drove it up to the lion...and the sound of the truck was suspiciously familiar: it sounded exactly like my RC truck from Radio Shack.

(The lion, however, was fooled well enough to take the thing into her den, exactly as the camera crew had hoped.)

These days, of course, you can buy a tiny digital video camera the size of a pack of gum, and it won't cost you much to boot; there's no challenge to mounting something like that to an RC vehicle. *sigh*

* * *

In Expanded Universe Heinlein talked about how he and his wife spent weeks calculating and plotting an orbit on a roll of butcher paper for the sake of two sentences in his novel Space Cadet.

He said: "A young astronomer asked me, 'Why didn't you just run it through a computer?'

"'My dear boy--' I don't often call PhDs in hard sciences 'my dear boy'; they impress me-- 'My dear boy, this was 1947.'"

Someday, one of my nieces or nephews is going to ask me that kind of question. "Why didn't you just...?" And my reply is going to be just about as condescending as Heinlein's was; I won't be able to help myself.

Hell, half the time I catch myself asking, "Why didn't I just...?" Then I have to condescend to myself, which is no mean feat. I'm pretty sure the Catholic church frowns upon that kind of thing, for one.

"Couldn't I have looked that up on-line? OF COURSE NOT, DOOFUS! THAT WAS 1987! AL GORE HADN'T INVENTED THE INTERNET YET!"

* * *

Man, the liberal lefty gloating is just oozing from this AP story about Borders filing for bankruptcy.

"Bookseller Borders, which helped pioneer superstores that put countless mom-and-pop bookshops out of business, filed for bankruptcy protection Wednesday, sunk by crushing debt and sluggishness in adapting to a rapidly changing industry." "Sluggishness in adapting to a rapidly changing industry"? Oh, you mean, like the "mom-and-pop bookshops" had?

I wonder if the store near here will be one of the 200 which are closed? For me, it'll just mean ordering my manga instead of going to the store and buying it.

* * *

BTW, I know I've been poor-mouthing a lot, but I think I can spare the $8 or so for volume 7 of Kimi ni Todoke. That's not going to break the bank or anything; if it does, the bank is already broke.

* * *

You know, I've been going to bed pretty consistently around 10 o'clock. Pity it's AM....

#2552: Just one more

This makes seven posts in one day. That is a record for me. I hope you're happy. Or, at least, not sad.

I am. ("Pathetic" rather than "melancholy", in this case.)

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But at least I'm providing a useful public service this time:

Cheesecake FTW! Whee!

#2553: Yep, the Borders near here is closing.

Via Marko I went and had a gander at this Wall Street Journal page listing the Borders stores to be closed.

28th from the bottom, store 575, the Matteson store.

20th from the bottom, store 600, the Merrilville store, is also closing. That was the one with the huge manga section.

...did anyone think about geography? Or are they just closing their worst performers?

Well, I can get my books and manga on-line and wait a few days for UPS, I guess.

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"Good news! Judging by government expenditures I’d say we just about have poverty and disease licked."

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We don't need high speed rail.

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Eight posts today. O Lord.