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Congress Overwhelmingly Votes to Ban the Word ‘Lunatic’

By Dec. 06, 20120
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Win McNamee / Getty ImagesU.S. Rep. Louie Gohmert (R-TX) speaks during a press conference at the U.S. Capitol on March 21, 2012 in Washington, DC.

Who says Washington can’t get anything done?

Our duly elected representatives have a reputation for being forever locked in disagreement, but apparently they can reach a conclusion when facing issues of linguistic politics. On Wednesday, the House of Representatives voted 398-1 in support of a bill banning the use of the word “lunatic” in all federal legislation, the BBC reported.

The House vote comes after the Senate approved the motion in May. The bill, which will now be passed on to President Obama for his signature, is intended to erase outdated or derogatory terms from the U.S. legal code.

“Federal law should reflect the 21st century understanding of mental illness and disease, and that the continued use of this pejorative term has no place in the U.S. code,” Senator Kent Conrad of North Dakota, one of the sponsors of the measure, said.

The legislation specifically points to a section of banking regulation that calls for a bank authority to serve as a “committee of estates of lunatics,” the New York Times noted.Mental health organizations, such as the Mental Health Liaison Group, supported the word’s elimination from federal literature. Advocates of the bill argued that the inclusion of such antiquated terms as “lunatic” perpetuates the social stigma surrounding mental illness. The expression itself comes from the Latin word for moon and stems from an ancient belief that people could become mentally unstable, or “moonstruck,” during certain lunar changes, according to the New York Times.

Bob Carolla from the National Alliance on Mental Illness told the Associated Press that he’d also like to see terms such as “mental defective” stricken from the books. The newly approved bill follows a 2010 measure that prohibited the use of “retarded” and “retardation” in health, education and labor laws.

Who was the one representative to vote “no” on the wildly popular “lunatic” ban? Texas congressman Louie Gohmert, who promptly issued a statement explaining his objections.

“Not only should we not eliminate the word ‘lunatic’ from federal law when the most pressing issue of the day is saving our country from bankruptcy,” Gohmert said, “we should use the word to describe the people who want to continue with business as usual in Washington.”

Gohmert can continue to call his opponents “lunatics” all he wants, but it doesn’t seem like he’ll get the government’s blessing.

I wonder if these morons outlawed the word, “moron?”

 

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Recovery – Up to Hazelden

Sue took me to De-troit Metro Airport the next day.  I was somewhat scared, in shock, hopeful and whipped.  A lot of emotions raging.  I didn’t want to drink, but I was uneasy as hell…

I had been told to wait at Gate 14 when I got to Minneapolis, for the Hazelden van.  As it turned out, it wasn’t a long wait.  There were two of us going in for treatment that day. (On a side note here, in later years, when I had long ‘lay-overs’ at the Minneapolis Airport between flights, I would sit at Gate 14, drinking coffee – to see if there were any “new guys” coming into treatment!  Sick, huh?)

The van ride was about 45 minutes to Hazelden.  As we turned off the highway, the driver, in recovery himself, pointed out a bar.  He asked is either of us needed “one more” before going in.  Neither of us took him up on his offer, but apparently, some do.  He went on to tell us that upon completion of treatment we will receive a ‘coin’ from Hazelden.  That coin, he went on to tell us, could be redeemed for 1 free drink at that same bar!  Again, sick…

We got to Hazelden mid-afternoon and they put us in their clinic for a physical.  Some are too sick (physically) to enter treatment.  Then they gave us our ‘Recovery Starter Kit:’ a Big Book, the book of Alcoholics Anonymous, and a few other things.  They told us to read the first 164 pages of the Big Book that night, and I did.  At that time, I was willing to do anything to get sober!  I don’t think I understood much of what I read, but I read it.

Then we were told our first 5 days were “assessment.”  That scared the living Hell out of me!  I knew I was a drunk.  What if they told me at the end of the 5 days that they thought I ‘just drank a little too much,’ and they were cutting me loose.  I knew I would die.  So I decided to hold nothing back.  It just didn’t make sense to me to ask for help, then hold back, or lie to the counselors and shrinks.

And so began my journey into sobriety…

Hazelden

This is the Hazelden facility, Center City, MN.  Of interest, we were told that the ‘ice fishing’ scenes for “Grumpy Old Men” were filmed on that lake…

 

 

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Flying “Tweets”

The T-37 was our primary jet trainer when I went through UPT (Undergraduate Pilot Training).

PirepT-373

It was built by Cessna, and served its function well as our primary jet trainer, at the time.  It may have been ‘slow,’ (in relative terms), and unpressurized – but it was noisy and hot!  The IP sat on the right; the student on the left.  It had the nickname of “Tweet” because of the intense noise it made – sounded like a ‘tweety bird!’

I was doing fine in it, until my mid-phase Contact Check.  I flunked it.  (Another story.)  I think then I might have lost a little confidence, who knows?

The acceptable limit for the engines to accelerate from Idle to Mil (full power) was 17 seconds.  If you got into a high sink rate on final approach, with the throttles at Idle; well, this was not good!

Another nasty characteristic of the Tweet was, it was susceptible to spins.  I didn’t mind them when we deliberately entered them – it was the ‘unintentional’ spins that got my attention.  This usually happened when you pushed the jet too “hard;” and only happened to me once!

I didn’t particularly “dislike” the Tweet, but it wasn’t a jet that made my ‘blood boil’ either.  Matter of fact, toward the end of the T-37 program, I came to enjoy it.  Here I am, early in the program, trying to “catch up” to the jet:

AA_Holliker 4_637There was a standing joke the IPs had.  They would call ATC (Air Traffic Control) and ask if they were ‘painting’ anything on radar, perhaps 5 – 7 mils behind the jet.  They would then comment with something like: “That”s where I reckon my student is.”  Fear, sarcasm and ridicule – the ATC IP’s favorite tools of instruction!  LOL….

And now, ready to go:

AA_Holliker 4_642

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The “Blue Room”

One of the things I have been exceptional at in my life is, unintentionally finding bars!  Go figure.  I have done it all my life.

In 1964-’65 or so, we had to go down to Wright-Pat AFB, OH for our physicals in AF ROTC.  It was usually a 2-day affair as there were so many of us.  And I always found it to be a ‘fun trip.’

They put us up in the BOQ – Bachelor’s Officer’s Quarters – on base.  I don’t remember how, or exactly when, but one night I stumbled into the “Blue Room.”  It was one cool place!  It was called the “Blue Room” because of all the blue lights in it.  Matter of fact, that was all the lighting it had at the time.  As it turned out, it was an Officer’s Club Annex!

You could see the Blue Room from the BOQ office.  Maybe that’s what initially caught my attention?  Here it is today:

TheBlueRoom

Probably not the best picture I could have taken, but you get the idea.  It sat there on the 4th floor, at the end of that wing.  You can see the window configuration is different from that of the rest of the building.    The BOQ Office is just behind me.  Since the lighting was of low intensity, for the most part, it would go unnoticed.  But I saw it!

It was heartbreaking when I discovered it was no more…

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Introduction to “Military Brats” – 4

Who would have thought we were in the process of creating a brand new culture in America?  Who could have known that our pain and our joy would produce such an extraordinary testament as that produced by those eighty veterans of military families who opened their hearts to Mary?  Our lives may have been hard to endure, but from the clear evidence of this book, what American subdivision has produced more passionate or generous appraisers of their destinies than the voices cited here?  We’d never stopped to honor ourselves, out loud, for our understanding service to America.  No one gave us our ticket to the homeland until Mary Edwards Wertsch wrote this book.

“…We never stopped to honor ourselves, out loud, for our understanding service to America.”  How so very true.

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UPT Student Critiques

As students finished up they were offered the opportunity to submit Flight Line Critiques.  I took over “O” Flight in the 25th FTS in Feb ’76.  The class we had at the time was about a third of the way through the T-38 program.

The student Class Leader for this class was ‘prior service;’ he was a captain.  I spent a great deal of time with him in the beginning, to build a rapport.  Then as the class progressed, I began spending less and less time with him.  Didn’t feel I needed to.  I also recall that as time progressed his input became more of a “bitch session” than anything else – and I didn’t have time for it.

In May ’76, just as they were completing their T-38 training, he submitted a critique with the following comments:

Overall Flight Supervision: “I feel that more communication between myself and the flight commander would have been beneficial.  I realize that everyone is getting tired of hearing this, but more people than myself feel this way: there is no comparison between the way “C” Flight (T-37s) was run and the way “O” Flight is run.  Most of the students are fed up with being called ‘weak dicks….'”

Scheduling:  “I’m the first to agree that this job is monumental, but I feel the main reason it is so is the squadron’s fault.  If it wasn’t so damn important to get the number of aircraft contracted for off the ground, maybe the problem wouldn’t be so complex.”

Military Discipline:  “Half of the IPs boots need polishing, some need haircuts, some wear any colored socks they like, some comb their hair when they leave home in the morning and it looks like it all day.”

Weather Day Program:  “So poor at times, it is unbelievable.”

Check Section:  “Waste of manpower and fuel.  That’s what the other rides are for is to determine if you can fly.”

Your IP: “Capt D. is good to fly with, he is very instructive and gives constructive comments while flying, but he is a tough grader.”

Ouch!  I was “blindsided” by this one.

My guidance to my IPs was to be “firm, but fair.”  That’s the way my IPs were when I went through, and I thrived in that environment.  I eventually had to address all these “issues,” and after my report, nothing was said to me.  The guy was a ‘weak dick.’

However, his sense of timing sucked!  He submitted his critique the very morning we were convening a board to see who we were bringing back as IPs.  When it was my time to speak, I offered that since Capt. S. had taken the time to show our shortcomings, perhaps he should be brought back as an IP to help us get our act together – in T-37s, “Tweets!”  And, by golly, don’t ya know, that’s what he got – a “Tweet” assignment.

PirepT-373

At ‘Assignment Night,’ after he had had a “few pops,” Capt S. came up to me and said, “You had something to do with this, didn’t you?”

“You bet I did,” I replied, “I learned early in my career, when you are a ‘jeep,’ you don’t screw with ‘tanks!’  And I walked away, and let it go…smiling, of course!

PS:  To complete the picture of this guy, when he got back from T-37 PIT (Pilot Instructor Training) one of the first things he received was an Article 15, non-judicial punishment for falsifying his travel voucher.  For $19!  Ouch…

 

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Current Events: “Obama aims to shrink US nuclear arsenal”

This comes from a report on “The Daily Caller,” by Neil Munro on 11/2/2013.  He in turn, quotes a New York Times article on the same subject.  Okay…

Is ‘Dear Leader’ a moron?  I do not think we need to increase our nuclear arsenal, but with a few of nations like North Korea, China and Iran actively building their nuclear capabilities, we sure as hell don’t be needing to cutting it back!

I have felt for some time now that this ‘community organizer’ has, all along, wanted to render our nation  somewhat ‘defenseless’ to fulfill his ‘real’ agenda for America – to integrate us into a “world community.”  And does anyone want to take a wild stab who he thinks should be the first ‘Ruler for Life’ of this new world order?

I have an idea Barry.  Why don’t we sell our “excess” nukes to the Iranians?  They are in the market for tactical nukes, and we could then take the money and pay down some of our debt to the Chinese.  How cool would that be?  Or, we could use the money to expand our EBT (Electronic Benefits Transfer) system to an international level.

Gawd!  Some days I think the top of my head is going to blow off!

 

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Introduction to “Military Brats” – 3

I think being a military brat is one of the strangest and most interesting ways to spend an American childhood.  The military brats of America are an invisible, unrecognized tribe, a federation of brothers and sisters bound by common experience, by our uniformed fathers, by the movement of families being rotated through the American mainland and to military posts in foreign lands.  We are an undiscovered nation living invisibly in the body politic of this country.  There are millions of us scattered throughout America, but we have no special markings or passwords to identify each other when we move into a common field of vision.  We grew up as strangers to ourselves.  We passed through our military childhoods unremembered.  We were transients, billboards to be changed, body temperatures occupying school desks for a short time.  We came and went like rented furniture, serviceable when you needed it, but unremarked upon after it was gone.

Here Pat begins to ‘hit the nail on the head,’ at least with me.  I so agree with his first sentence here.  But in looking back at my childhood, moving every 2-3 years – that was my “normal,” as were so many other facets of military life that are so unique to the service.

“We grew up strangers to ourselves.”  Coupled with my alcoholism, when I first came into sobriety I had no clue who I was.  I knew exactly what I was, but I had absolutely no idea who I was.

I was so ‘in love’ with what I was – the “go-to-Hell Fighter Pilot,” with the “go-to-Hell” attitude.  The self-assured, egotistical aviator with no (apparent) cares in the world.  Who I was was a different thing.  I hated who I was – a scared, insecure, self-doubting little boy.  But you would never know it.  By 1994 I had so many “masks” I was totally weighted down.  I was suffocating.

And then I stumbled into sobriety, and I began to find myself – I began to discover who I am, and I am loving ‘this kid!’  I am no longer a “stranger to myself!”

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Recovery – Calling for Help…

After talking with Susan, and Adrian, I called out union rep who worked in our pilot assistance program, and I asked for help.  Now mind you, I didn’t just come out and say, ‘I needed help;’ I took the more ‘indirect approach.  I told him, ‘I thinkmight have a problem with alcohol.’  I used the words ‘think’ and ‘might’ just in case I didn’t!  This gave me a way out, in case I didn’t have a problem with alcohol!  Ever the manipulator…

We talked for about 45 minutes, and he was convinced that I needed to fly up to Hazelden for an ‘assessment.’  Another ‘out?’  I agreed, and he then asked me if it was alright if he called our Detroit Chief Pilot, Dick Edwards.  I said, “Sure.”

At that point I was beat.  I was bankrupt: spiritually, almost financially, morally, physically – I was whipped.  And I needed help.

It wasn’t 10 – 15 minutes before I received a call from Dick.  The first thing he said was, he thanked me for coming forward.  Then he told me that Northwest (Airlines) was going to take care of me, and my family – and I somehow knew it.  And, they did.

He then told me they ‘had a bed’ for me at Hazelden, and he asked if I could make the noon flight to Minneapolis the next day.  Sure I could – anything you want…

He then asked if I had had anything to drink that day, Saturday.  I told him that I hadn’t, and I hadn’t.  My last drink was on 28 Jul 1994.  As ‘sick’ as I was, it just didn’t make any sense to me to ask for help, then drink.  So, that was it.  I was about to begin the scariest journey of my life…

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Recovery – The Beginning

I didn’t get a “scholarship” to the program of recovery from alcoholism.  No DUIs, not court-ordered, nor any ‘work-related issues,’ nor ‘wife-ordered’ – I was just ‘sick-n-tired of being sick-n-tired.’  I would get up in the mornings, or at that time, “come to,” and ask God, “Please God, don’t let me drink today.”  Then often, I would be having my first beer by 8:30 or so.

I had often heard, “I don’t drink before noon, so I must not be an alcoholic.”  As many of us have, I suppose.  Well, my mind is not ‘wired” like yours.  My thought was, “If you’re not an alcoholic, what’s the problem of having a beer before noon?  Especially if it’s your day off!”  And I was fine with that line of thought – until the bitter end.

I always thought I could quit at any time – that I could just walk away from alcohol.  But, in my heart, I knew better.  And therein, part of the continuing torment I lived with.  The subtle denial.  However, I did have a plan!

As a child I had seen an old black and while film wherein the central character had to see a doctor.  When the doctor sat down with him to discuss his condition, he told him, “Ed, if you don’t quit drinking, in 6 months you’ll be dead.”  Why that resonated with me; I didn’t know – but it did.

As an airline pilot I had to take a physical every 6 months.  So, I figured that I would just keep drinking until the doc told me I was approaching my 6-month “death window!”  And that was my plan!  It’s amazing I survived because the docs I saw had no idea what I was doing to myself.  And, of course, I didn’t tell them.  Well, duh…

So, one morning I called the minister at our local Lutheran church and asked if I could come over and talk with him.  He graciously agreed, and off I went.

After 45 minutes or so of talking with him, he asked, “Bob, why are you so angry?”

“I don’t know,” I replied, “and that pisses me off, because I’m not an angry person.”  Or so I thought – but I was…

He then suggested that I see this “shrink” he used for members of his congregation – for people who were suffering from the same things as I was.

When I got home, I called the guy and made an appointment.  Then I got very drunk – to celebrate the fact that I was finally doing something proactive for myself!  (I told you, we do not think like normies  – normal folks.)

It took 3 weeks before I was able to see the guy.  On Thursday, 28 Jul 1994, I had my last drink.  The next day I went in to see the shrink.  He gave me a battery of written tests, then we sat down for a consult.

The next day, Saturday morning, I went back for the results.  I knew the results though – I was assessed as ‘alcoholic.’  I didn’t hear much after that, I was lost in thought.  I didn’t need to hear much…

I came home then, and shared the results with Sue.  We talked a bit, then I called Adrian H., a fellow pilot at Northwest.

I had flown with Adrian earlier on the DC-9, and liked the guy.  I happened to see him about 5-6 weeks earlier, in Detroit, in civilian clothes.  I asked where he was going, and he told me that he had just returned from ‘Hazelden.’

“Wonderful, what the hell was that?” I asked.

He then went on to explain it was the facility Northwest Airlines used to send alcoholics to for 28 days of treatment.  I was shocked!  Adrian?  YGBSM!  But I listened as he explained what he had been through the past 6 weeks or so.  I remember standing there in complete admiration of him, and total disgust for myself – for not having the courage to come forward as he had… So, it was natural for me to call him that Saturday morning, and ask about Hazelden.

One of the things the shrink told me was, that if the FAA found out I was alcoholic, there was the chance that I would never fly again.  I didn’t give a shit.  I was so “down” at that time, I didn’t care if I ever got in a cockpit, ever again.  It was then I realized what alcohol had taken from me – my childhood dream, along with so many other things.  And I knew I had to ask for help.  I was sick-n-tired of being sick-n-tired…

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