Author Archives: Ken Carman

Inspection- Not So Ancient Trump Theorists

by Ken Carman

 Are there “Ancient Alien Theorist” college degrees? Is one of the courses “Alien Speculation 101?” Would your degree be a BA, or more likely… BS?
 If you’ve spent any time watching what some dare call “The History Channel,” along with guys searching for antiques and other programs even less history oriented, you may have caught all the programs about aliens. Now how any of that qualifies as history I have no idea. Speculation; especially wild speculation, isn’t history any more than adding up dots on tossed dice is advanced math, or a statue of Adam and Eve riding a dinosaur in some biblical park qualifies as “science.”
 It’s like that other specialty channel so bereft of actual SciFi they decided to both neuter it, lobotomize it, then rebrand it “Syfy.”
 And why does all this remind me of a possible Donald Trump presidency? Read more

Inspection- Trump May Damn Well Win

by Ken Carman

 Who could imagine, despite the shallowness of past campaigns, that even if a lead Republican ran ads nationwide calling himself, “The Mr. Nothing but Brag and Blather Candidate,” he might win anyway? He certainly enjoys that kind of ad hominem-based campaigning,and suffers little, to not at all, for it. Indeed it often makes his numbers soar. Between name calling and all the, “It’s going to be so wonderfuls,” and the, “there will be so much winning you’ll be tired of winnings,” sometimes Donald Trump almost makes carnival barker seem to be a Mensa-worthy intellectual pursuit.
 Meanwhile, over on the other side of the 2016 equation… Read more

Inspection- The Zombie Jamboree Election

Stay tuned, yes, politics enter the narrative here. Title based on an old Kingston Trio song. See end of column for youtube.

by Ken Carman

 Suffering once again from my usual can’t sleep old man-itis, complicated by recent surgery to relieve collapsed spinal cord located about an inch below my brain, at 1:30am Central I started with my usual fare: Family Guy leading up to Robot Chicken. Back to bed.
 Dang it. Still can’t sleep.
 So up and flipping between Rachel Maddow, who I rarely get to watch and yet another show with zombie-like villains. Back to bed…
 %$#@! Another Inspection column seeps into my wide awake cortex. Best solution: get up and write. Read more

Inspection- Rewarding Royal Screw Ups

by Ken Carman

 A few months ago I walked into my doctor’s office looking to renew a few medications. When asked about how I was doing I told him I had an occasional, slight, tingling in my neck. Off to the neurologist who ordered an MRI.
 Despite having none but one of the symptoms they thought I should have, the MRI clearly showed, due to ongoing stenosis, my spine had collapsed in on the nerves. There was a blockage about an inch or so below the brain. According to the doctor who did the original diagnosis the situation was dire: fix it or there was a high probability I’d become like Christopher Reeves.
 More than a month after the procedure I have all the symptoms I didn’t have before and little use of my right arm. I’m told it will get better. I hope so. Had a steroid shot last week and motion hasn’t improved, pain went away briefly… then came back gangbusters: worse than it was before the shot, and obviously far, far worse than the pain I didn’t have before the operation.
  My right arm is crucial to my career, my life’s work. We are working on it. But this “adventure” did provide me with one of those Inspection inspiring mental flights that have me considering the way things are, or should be. Read more

Inspection- The Abortion Police

by Ken Carman

 In the mid 60s I lived near NYC. I can still remember the weekly news reports: at least one dead women found, mostly in Central Park: botched abortion. The daily blood drenched, coffin filled, Nam news kind of marginalized the impact of the coat hanger, back alley, abortion news.
 Let’s be clear, while “coat hanger” abortions did happen, I’m sure 99.9% of these were done, not with coat hangers, or in “back alleys,” but in unsanitary, ill-equipped, rooms by people who far too often had less than adequate knowledge about how to safely do an abortion, or an interest in safety.
 ”But, Ken, it’s not safe for the baby!” Read more

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