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Showing posts with label mass shootings. Show all posts
Showing posts with label mass shootings. Show all posts

Friday, February 23, 2018

Gun Control: The Times are A-Changin' as the Young Say Never Again


Miracle Girl: Gun Control: The Times are A-Changin' as the Young Say Never Again

The times they are a-changin' for gun control, as high schoolers across the land take to the streets. Now it's the NRA and their GOP lackies ducking for cover.
They that they are running for their lives.
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Tuesday, October 3, 2017

Mass Shootings: Death from Above, the Evil Lives Inside


Miracle Girl: Mass Shootings: Death from Above, the Evil Lives Inside

Most people mourn lives lost instead of taking them. At times like these, we hug our loved ones a little too tightly as we imagine losing them to the random whims of a compassionless killer. 
No demons need apply when explaining mass shootings like the Las Vegas massacre. The evil in the human "soul" comes from within.
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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.