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Showing posts with label hypocrisy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label hypocrisy. Show all posts

Wednesday, January 3, 2018

Unpresidential Parallel Universe: Would I Be as Hypocritical as the GOP?


Miracle Girl: Unpresidential Parallel Universe: Would I Be as Hypocritical as the GOP?

When politics runs off the rails, it shouldn't matter if the blame falls on the right or the left. An unpresidential president represents us all.
Presidents are rubber and Americans are glue. Whatever they say sticks to YOU.
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Friday, December 8, 2017

GOP and Religious Right: Blowing Smoke While My Head Reels


Miracle Girl: GOP and Religious Right: Blowing Smoke While My Head Reels

My head reels as evangelicals defend a child molester with the bible, while the hypocrisy of the GOP takes my breath away.
If this is the new reality, can I please go back in my coma-dream now? 
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Coma Girl

Not a miracle recovery, but a miracle of modern medicine

In 2013 I fell into a six-week coma and nearly died after I contracted legionella. The Legionnaire's disease was in turn triggered by immunosuppression caused by the prednisone I was taking for my rare autoimmune disease, dermatomyositis.

I suffered a series of strokes on both sides of my brain when the sepsis caused my blood pressure to plummet. I fell into a deep coma. My kidneys and lungs began to fail, as my body was began dying one organ at a time. My doctors told my loved ones to give up hope for my full recovery. They expected me to die, and even if I somehow lived, I would remain a vegetable or at best left so hopelessly brain-damaged that I would never be same. But unbeknownst to them, while they were shining lights in my eyes and shaking their heads, I was telling them in my coma-dream--my secular version of a near-death experience--to leave me alone because I was trying to get back to sleep. I was experiencing what is known as covert cognition, the subject of my Skeptical Inquirer article "Covert Cognition: My So-Called Near-Death Experience," which appeared in their July/August issue.

But it wasn't a miracle--despite what so many continue to believe--that I recovered so fully. I owe my life not to God, but the miracles of modern medicine, as well as the nature of the watershed-area brain damage I suffered, as I detailed in my article and in this blog.