Archive for June 3rd, 2008
Retyped from a PDF of a scanned print of the Chicago Tribune.
30 January 1995
Up in arms about a revolting movement
By Glenn Harlan Reynolds
Recently, a steady drumbeat of print reports and network news stories has given national attention to what many in the South and West already knew: that some Americans are arming themselves and organizing into militia companies. Part of a so-called “Patriot Movement” that some number at 5 million members, the militia movement is estimated by press accounts as having somewhere between 100,000 and 300,000 members under arms. Their fear, based on all sorts of rumors about “black helicopters” and foreign forces maneuvering in remote areas, is that the feds, perhaps in conjunction with the United Nations, will seize their guns and establish a “new world order” dictatorship that will take control over their lives. Some are even talking about armed revolt.
Militia members believe their actions are authorized by the U.S. Constitution. They’re silly to worry about the UN, which can’t even handle the Serbs. They’re half right about the Constitution – but the part they have wrong could mean trouble. Militia advocates point to the Constitution’s 2nd Amendment, which addresses the right to keep and bear arms, and to the framers’ general views in favor of an armed citizenry as a check on tyrants. Here they’re on solid ground. There is no question that the framers supported an armed citizenry as a way of preventing tyrannical government.
But the militia groups haven’t thought about how the framers defined tyrannical government. The fact is that though there is plenty to complain about with regard to the expansion of government in the last half-century, just about all of it was with the acquiescence — and often the outright endorsement — of the electorate. That makes a big difference. Although many militia supporters can quote the framers at great length on the right to bear arms, few seem aware that the framers also put a lot of effort into distinguishing between legitimate revolutions — such as the American Revolution — and mere “rebellions” or “insurrections”. The former represented a right, even a duty, of the people. The latter were illegitimate, mere outlawry. The framers developed a rather sophisticated political theory for distinguishing between the two.
The most important aspect of this theory was representation. Those who were not represented lacked the citizen’s duty to loyalty. A government that taxed its citizens without representation was thus no better than an outlaw, and citizens enjoyed the same right of resistance against its officers as they possessed against robbers.
But revolting against taxation without representation is not the same thing as revolting against taxation, period. Like it or not, the government we have now is the government that most citizens at least thought they wanted.
If you want to know what the framers considered grounds for revolt, read the list of complaints about George III in the Declaration of Independence.
The framers understood what a dangerous thing a revolution was. They embarked on their effort with trepidation, adn they would not have been suprised to learn that most revolutions that came after theirs either failed or produced a new tyranny worse than the old. They knew that once let out, the genie of revolution often proves destructive and hard to rebottle. As the militia movement says, the framers did believe in the right to revolution. But they believed that such strong medicine was a last resort against tyranny. Today’s militia members would be better advised to organize a new political party, or to work at increasing voter turnout.
Such counsel may seem bland beside the very real romance of revolution. But those on the political right (from which most, though not all, of the militia movement comes) should know better than to yeild to that romance. Ever since the idolization of Che Guevara, a large chunk of the American left has succumbed to revolutionary romance, while those on the right have focused on workaday politics. The relative fortunes of those two movements over the last 25 years, especially after November’s elections, suggest which approach works.
Having said this, I also have a cautionary note for those who are not part of the militia movement. When large numbers of citizens begin arming against their own government and are ready to believe even the silliest rumors about that government’s willingness to evade the Constitution, there is a problem that goes beyond gullibility. This country’s political establishment should think about what it has done to inspire such distrust — and what it can do to regain the trust and loyalty of many Americans who no longer grant it either.
Glenn Harlan Reynolds is an associate professor of law at the University of Tennessee.
Funny, I would have thought it was education, not racial tetris. This is news how?
Tuesday, June 3, 2008 12:37:37 AM:
In the joy of the moment, I totally forgot to mention that her daughter, Liz, had to get back to Seattle. She didn’t want to go, but couldn’t stay more than three days. She will return to stay a couple of weeks in two weeks. Trudi should be talking by then, and probably before then. I didn’t want to let her go when hugging her goodbye. It’s great for Trudi to have both of us with her, but she had to go. I gave her another hug goodbye and told her that I’ll take care of her mom while she has to be away.
They are getting Trudi off the machine in a couple of days and let her breathe on her own for three days, then they are confident that they can remove the breathing machine from her room. The they downsize the trache tube and start practicing her talking and breathing through her nose and mouth. When the tube is smaller it will allow air to flow around it when it is plugged with a finger.
So much can happen in one day, now that she is awake, I can’t keep up with it all when reveling in my joy and happiness. This is so much better than the sadness and despair I was feeling not too long ago.
And for those of you being added to the list, I’ve attached our last photo together before this terrible incident occurred. May 12, 2008, Cardiac ICU, in waiting room. My son, Shawn, took the photo while he and his wife, Sandra, came to visit. I know it can help with praying, to have an image to attach to your prayers.
Night, all, and …
May God Bless You All.
Monday, June 2, 2008 11:47:06 PM:
As Trudi and I, and all of our family and friends, face this present challenge, in the most extreme, there are the administrators, insurance company, doctors, and the red tape, it is mind boggling. Amazing how much a person can deal with, and I seem to be managing all of this is some miraculous way. I’ve never faced a storm of this magnitude. but with your prayers being directed at Trudi, she continues to perform beyond the call of duty.
I arrived and greeted her, quietly. She was sleeping. After such an exciting day for her, yesterday, she was very tired today. She was able to rest this morning, after a chest x-ray, to monitor her lungs, was taken. Anything they do that causes her to have to be moved, gets me on guard.
Fortunately, I was there to point out that she had no bone on the right side of her head. He , the technician, then saw the sign stating that fact, after I show him, and he said, “Oh, I didn’t see that”. I said it several times in order to know that he understood what that meant. Mercy, mercy, please Lord, put your protective shield around her. I just get freaked out about her brain being damaged more than it already has been. All my trust is in God, and she is totally safe as your prayers lift her up to His healing hands.
The day was mostly her sleeping and me talking with her when she wasn’t sleeping. More joy and peace with my sweet wife. We laughed at some of our inside jokes, of with I told of one in a previous update. We smiled at the new dreams we are creating, together. New dreams and goals for the present and the future to come. I look at her sleeping, watching every breath, every movement, every alarm that beeps, blood pressure, glucose levels, blood counts, heart rate, respiration rate, and on and on, I relax and let the peace of God flow through me, taking slow, deep breaths and relaxing, knowing He is in control.
About 5pm, the Occupational Therapist came if for an evaluation and some exercise. He was a large man, young, well built, and had a nice manner about him. I felt better since he could handle Trudi on his own. I stayed in the room to answer any questions he may have, those that Trudi may not know at this time, and to give a hand of help if needed.
After his evaluation of her, he asked her if she would like to sit up on the edge of the bed. She nodded, yes. He put on her protective helmet and got her up and on the side of the bed, but her feet couldn’t touch the floor. The bed was a low as it could go, so he deflated the air mattress to lower her more. Well, she could barely touch her big toe on the floor, so I put my foot under her right foot so she would feel more secure. She sat at the edge of the bed, holding her self from falling to the right, with her right arm. She is very unstable with lack of muscle control, weak muscles, and a paralyzed left side. Makes it difficult to sit up.
After sitting up for about 15 minutes, with assistance, he asked her if she wanted to stand up. I couldn’t believe what I just heard. Well, he was a big guy and reached down, put his arms under her arms, and grabbed her carefully, and lifted her up on her feet. My gosh, did I see what I just saw? Heck, I wanted to dance with her. Don’t get this wrong, he was holding her up, with a bear hug. He was careful with her and then sat her back down. Amazing feat of courage for Trudi, to trust a complete stranger to pick her up and stand her up. He stood her up again. She did better this time.
He had her put some weight on her right foot, the good one, so to say, and was keeping her left foot on the floor. She put weight on her right leg, and was standing there, and not on her own, he’s holding her. Then he asked her to take one tiny step to her left. She was trying with every fiber in her body to step left. She sat back down for a few minutes and he stood her up for the third time. Unbelievable, she put weight on her right leg and foot, and with some assistance, he prompted her left foot with his foot, bumping it to the left so she can begin to realize she has a left foot, then she slid her right foot to the left, just the slightest bit.
That was it, she had taken her first step. Even though it may have been only a quarter of an inch, it was huge in her willingness to take the step. After that, she sat down, and I cheered her on, telling her what a way to go and how proud I am of her, filled with joy and thanks.
It doesn’t take much for me to overflow with joy at being with her, to witness these feats of courage and determination. And only two weeks ago she was in Neuro-Trauma ICU, hanging on to life. That level of danger has passed, but danger is still present, with her still be critical.
The risk of infection is always a concern when there are entry points, such as her tracheotomy and the feeding tube and IV needle, as well as fluid in the bottom of her lungs. They are keeping close watch for any infection and giving her antibiotics as a preventative measure, for now.
I’m worn out from all of the work she did, today. And it was the end of the day, after a day of mostly resting and being together, loving each other. What miracles will the Lord have for us tomorrow? Only He knows, and Trudi is ready to receive them. Bless all of you for your continued prayer and giving our Lord, all of the credit. There is so much positive energy flowing into us, we will get past this life storm. Trudi and I are truly blessed, and …
May God Bless You All.
Sunday, June 1, 2008 10:28:05 PM:
Today was a full day of joy for Trudi, her daughter and I. It was a day to celebrate. She had a great day, praise God.
I walked into her room with my usual greeting and I could see the joy in her face. What a way to start a day. I cleaned up and went over to her to hold her hand and give her a kiss.
She started the day by breathing on her own from 8:00 am until about 7:00 pm, today. They suction her lungs and then put a trache collar on her that will secure the oxygen line and remove the machine’s line to her trache. It’s a cup shaped device that fits over her trache to supply fresh oxygen, replacing the standard tube type that goes over the ears and under the nose for people without a tracheotomy. The collar holds the O2 line in place, but is not directly connected to the trache tube like the breathing machine, which is connected to the trache. All the machine is doing is keeping a slight positive pressure, assisting with breathing, not doing the breathing. Trudi is doing the breathing.
In two days, the doctors say she will be off of the breathing machine permanently. Another jump for joy moment. And if she progresses as she is, in two weeks, the trache may come out. Then she will be talking, eating, and all the the things she did before her surgery and stroke.
It’s been 18 days since her stroke. And today she laughed, made jokes, and laughed some more, even had some belly moving laughs, and that is great medicine. Liz and I were with her all day, Liz has to leave on Monday, but will return in two weeks to stay much longer. My brother and his wife came to visit her. My sister in law and Trudi have become almost like sisters, and are very close. It was good for Trudi and Mary.
While Harvey and Mary were in the room with Trudi and I, Liz went shopping for a bit. I’m at Trudi’s side, with my arm across her holding he bed rail, looking down into her eyes, I slide my hand under her back and put my cheek next to her cheek and she put her right arm around me, I just held her close. As we hugged, she patted me on the back, and I was overwhelmed with joy and happiness. Another God moment. After I finished with the most loving time in my life, I stand up and Harvey and Mary are crying, too. WOW, what an awesome feeling of joy and peace that filled my soul. Praise God for His healing and your prayers for lifting us up to the Lord.
A little later in the afternoon, we all took a little break while they straightened up Trudi and changed her bed, we stepped out of ICU and were standing in the waiting area talking. While Liz was speaking with a family she had just met, Harvey, Mary, and I were standing off to the side, and happened to over hear that the older gentleman was a preacher.
We started talking and praising God for his healing and protection from harm, I asked if her wouldn’t mind praying over Trudi. He and his family agreed to pray for Trudi. We all gathered around her and each of us touched each other and we each touched Trudi. The minister started praying and as the prayer was focusing and become stronger, Trudi would hae little twitches, maybe 4 or 5 of them. As he ended his prayer, we all hugged and praised God for healing Trudi, the left the room to go visit with his mother in the same ICU.
As we settle in after a powerful prayer, Trudi was sleeping like a baby. A restful sleep, you could tell, just by listening to her breathing and the relaxation on her face. That prayer was so full of energy, it knocked her out and had us all in tears. I’m being totally hones. It’s the first time I felt the power that was in the room, matter of fact, everyone in ICU could hear the preacher praying. God was in ICU.
After Trudi woke, about 15 or 20 minutes later, she was like a new person. She was sharp and very talkative. She looked wonderful, today.
I will have to talk about the many different times she was laughing and joking. I’m still getting tears of joy and a peace of spirit when thinking about today. Miracles happened today, and all of you are part of the healing, with your continued prayer and support, Trudi will be out of ICU in no time. We have a couple of hurdles left to jump, the we will get over them.
Her lungs still have fluid in the bottom of her lungs and the doctor wants her to take really deep breaths every so often to try to get it to come up when she coughs. Her white cell count is down, and red blood count holding, and her other labs are in line with normal, too.
The breathing machine comes off in two days, the tracheotomy will hopefully be closed in two weeks, and she can talk, eat and drink, and have the feeding tube removed. The she may come out of ICU. That will be a HUGE relief for me and the family and all of our friends, (extended family), such as yourselves.
I can hardly wait to see her in the morning and when I tell her that all of you are sending your love and prayers to her. She nods her head, yes, and smiles. I tell her this everyday. This day was so full of happiness and joy, it’s too much to cover. I’m having to put back the old and welcome the new, hallelujah, and all the glory to God.
That says it all, and …
May God Bless You All.
Friday, May 30, 2008 11:39:10 PM:
Today was moving day for Trudi. She was moved to an Acute Care Hospital for long team care. It’s just a block from Memorial Hermann and close to her doctors. I learn more about the people working that, caring for Trudi, over the weekend.
Her day was fairly slow, with the usual vital readings and blood sugar finger pricks. Physical Therapy came in about 2pm for her daily workout. She sat on the side of the bed and raised her head for a short time. Remember, she’s been in bed for over two weeks, and her muscles are very weak, so they are working on strengthening them.
This is going to be a long process, my little Angel is broken and will need time to mend. More news, on top of her being stable enough to move, is that she started talking. She wants to talk so bad, it breaks my heart that I can’t read her lips enough to hear what she is saying to me. A moment of extreme happiness overcame me when I had asked her a question and I heard her say yes. My gosh, it was a geyser of emotion that overtook me. The happy tears had to flow, and Trudi rubbed my cheek to wipe them away, and all that did was, “crank them up a notch”. A God moment that was truly grand, a moment of enlightenment when everything else has no meaning. There’s no past, no future, just the moment, and it’s a grand moment, at that. All that matters is, that moment. WOW
At 5pm the EMT’s were there to transport her to the other hospital ICU. She is not our of ICU just because she has moved to another hospital, but this could be her home for a while until she is ready to come home. That walk on the beach is looking more realistic.
Trudi was very alert, smiling, laughing, and making jokes with me. We have certain little things that annoy each other, and one that Trudi pulls on me is to walk up to me and say there is something on my nose. Now that’s a lot of real estate, so I ask her to touch it on my nose. She appears to reach up and touch my nose to indicate where it is, but instead of touching my nose, she goes to stick her finder in my nostril. Of course I turn away to avoid the finger, and she laughs and says, Gottchya. She got me this evening after we were settled in the new place. I just cracked up and thanked God for her still being with me. That let me know she is still in there and will be more present as she heals.
Healing is happening, and we still have a ways to go before being out of the woods. I can see more light and the edge of the woods, which are getting closer with her rapid recovery and healing. The new nurses are pleased that she is able to do so much in such a short period of time after very serious surgeries within 4 days of each other. And I tell them it is because thousands of people are praying for her and that God is healing her. What else could you say is the reason for Trudi to, first, survive both surgeries, heart and head, and start her recovery before most other in similar circumstances.
Leaving her in a new place was especially difficult for me. I don’t know these people yet or how they work with patients. I will be carefully observing everyone and everything they do with Trudi. This is when faith has to be at it’s strongest for me, knowing that God is protecting her.
Be joyous in the Lord, giving thanks for His healing hands and His healing breath that is flowing through Trudi. This was truly a happy day. She was bright, alert, witty, funny, and has a positive attitude about recovery. That’s the next journey for us, the road to recovery. And the best journey will be The Road Home and the adventures we will share with each other. WOW
Again, thank you all for your love and compassion for Trudi, and continue to pray for us. It is getting us through this horrible ordeal. We look for the silver linings in all of this and are finding them by remaining positive and confident about the future. Wasn’t long ago when I didn’t know if she had a future, but now, that is becoming more of reality, a future together, with my sweetheart, Trudi.
Good night everyone, and …
May God Bless You All.
Friday, May 30, 2008 12:39:00 PM:
Trudi will be moved, today, about 5pm to a hospital on the next block to begin her recovery, long term if necessary. She will stay there until she can come home. ALl of her doctors are affiliated and will continue seeing her. It is a block from Hermann, so if she needs immediate action for some reason, it’s close by. Her Neurologist suggested this facility because all of her doctors are associated with it, and he wants to continue to care for her, and I’m so happy about that. Praise the Lord, great things continue to happen.
She will still be in ICU, but in a place were she will start becoming functional, again. They are fixing the Trach so she can talk, or rather, whisper, which is a big improvement.
Her white blood count is good, below 12, and her red blood count is good, so no bleeding. She is doing great because of your prayers.
I”ll get phone numbers and all that when I get them. It’s the old Diagnostic Hospital were mama stayed a couple of times. Park under the Smith building and parking will be free with validation. That’s a big expense that I can start saving on.
I will let you all know when she can receive gifts of cards and flowers. As long as she is in ICU, no outside objects can be brought into the room. If you’d like to send a cared, send it to the house and I can get them to her when allowed
This is great news, that means she is stable enough to take an ambulance ride, one block. hehe
Praise God for his healing. Way to go!
Thursday, May 29, 2008 11:15:05 PM:
Ladies and Gentlemen, I have to let you know that I am receiving the strength of your prayers. What else would keep a me going, as I have been for at least 15 days since her surgery and stroke, and 22 days in the hospital. I was talking with Larry, Trudi’s brother, about it. He told me he didn’t know how I had the strength to see Trudi all day, every day, as she is and what she is going through. I told him that it has to be the power of prayer holding me together. He told me that there were literally thousands of people praying for us from his side of the family. And from my side, there are literally thousands of people praying for us. Possibly tens of thousands of you are showing us the power of your prayer and compassion for fellow souls, most of you don’t know. That is truly a blessing and an honor for us.
Today started as I walked in her door. Good morning, sweetheart, you look wonderful today. She was sitting in her chair, with her helmet on her head, doing it. She looks like she is so weak, she can hardly hold her head up. I’m so saddened by that, but she is the one wanting to do this, no matter what it takes. And I know, inside, this hard work is the journey back. We’re going to walk on the beach together, one day.
I have to leave the room while they move her from chair to bed, there’s not enough room, since there are more people helping to move her. I have to give it all to the Lord when I’m not in the room, keeping the faith that she will be alright when I return to her. That is one of the most difficult things to do, leaving her in the care of others. And when I say others, so what, she is in the best hands of all, God’s hands. It’s a constant challenge keeping those negative thoughts from seeping into my mind. Your prayer is shielding from them and keeping me positive and faithful and her healing is happening each day. I am weak, He is strong, and He keeps me going, all day long.
As soon as she gets settled from that exercise, something else comes up. Respirtory comes in to suction her lungs, that causes her to cough, and that’s difficult to watch, too. I’m having to trust the staff and doctors that she is okay and this is good to cough. And I know that coughing is good, but that doesn’t lessen the pain I feel for her each time she coughs and gags when they suction her lungs. As she settles from that, the trach nurse comes in to change her trach tube and clean it up and put a new collar on her to hold the trach securely to her throat. As she settles from that, Physical Therapy comes in and sits her up on the side of the bed, exercises her arms and legs, and almost let her slip off the bed. Geeze, but no harm done, they stopped her. I was like a rocket man, jumping in to action when she slipped the slightest, smallest fraction of an inch. All was well, no falling. What a rush to my system, There were three of them helping her, which was nice. After that, she settled in for an hour or two before the next interruption. The PT lady with her boot, that will keep her left foot and leg aligned with her hip, and prevents the foot from pointing down.
This is about 5:00 pm, this afternoon. It was about 5:30 when the doctor from infection control came in and told me that there is a bacteria growing in the blood culture that took yesterday, and will know what it is in 24 to 48 hours. In the meantime, he ordered antibiotics for her as a first line of defense. This concerns me deeply and causes me to continue my continuous commune with God. I can’t even play the radio in the car, it distracts me from staying open to all of the hands holding me up and filling me with faith and courage and determination and optimism to always step up and take care of the consequences of Trudi’s stroke, the business, the communication, the relationships with professionals, and so many things, it could boggle my mind if I allowed it, plus all the intense emotion that goes with that stuff. The mind boggling comes when I see a miracles happen before my eyes, and thank God that He is healing Trudi and strengthening me.
I am totally depending on this gift from God. He is carrying my load during this time, as you hold us up before Him. He is blowing His healing breath through her mind, body and Spirit. And I am receiving strength and the ability to keep my focus on Trudi’s recovery and what it will take to get her home, dealing with all the doctors, PA’s, Fellows, nurses, and case managers and critical care hospitals, and on and on. I’m getting it done because of faith in your prayers and faith in our Lord, Jesus Christ. A nice shoulder rub would be nice, too.
Larry has really been very helpful to me. We finish our day with talk of the day and our times with Trudi. We talk about her life and her friends, and how this day went. It is a time of reflection and insight. We express concerns to ask the doctor so we know exactly what is occurring with Trudi, in and out. We come up with more questions for the doctors, and there are 5 of them, I think, plus the doctor on duty for that shift. It is a relaxing and healing time for us. I’m thankful for him being here.
Her daughter, Liz, will be here tomorrow night, around 1:00 am, and is going to spend the night with her, with the nurses permission, of course, haha. Trudi will be thrilled she is back for a few more days and I hope they spend lots of time together.
The day was a good day, overall. Trudi is tired from all of the activity, and getting stronger each day. This infection will be taken care of and she will continue her healing. I’m so grateful for all you. Good night, and…
May God Bless You All.