About once every half hour in America, a veteran within the VA healthcare system tries to commit suicide, according to VA figures for fiscal year 2011.
I’ve always thought it had to be DC, and for once, I was right! Is it also the most humid? Sure FEELS like it. — Sarah
Is this per area? This must be per area, right? Maybe they should say “State by descending order of space occupied by Starbucks to space not occupied by Starbucks ratio” That would have cleared up the confusion I am presently experiencing.
While all the American tumblrs were drunk on their freedom yesterday, I feel like today will be the freedom hangover where they rub their eyes, get on tumblr, and realize what obnoxious pricks they were yesterday.
I remember my first eagle ceremony when I turned nine. The first eagle you get is always declawed, which I always thought was pretty inhumane, but it was a good way to ease into caring for the birds. My eagle (named Baldy, because I wasn’t a terribly clever child) was already quite old when I received him (he was a rescue eagle, luckily) but I did have him until I was 16. I don’t know if I was more excited about getting my drivers license that year, or my new eagle! You should have seen the party we had when I got him, too! Grilled hot dogs and fire works and lemonade…. obviously I named my beautiful new eagle Freedom. He’s too big to keep inside anymore, unfortunately, but we’ve got a pretty comfortable roost for him on our apartment’s balcony.
Ah, yes, the eagle ceremony! My Justice and I remember his quite well. (They had just come out with telepathic link transplants when I got him, which is how I know he remembers it.) Our celebration was quite modest, compared to Freedom’s—apple pie under a cloudless summer sky as we signed our Declaration of Interdependence. I still have the inked and talon-pierced document hanging on my wall.
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[[THIS IS AMERICA.]]
The only brief moment in my life when I questioned capitalism was after my eagle passed away. Forgive me, I know how awful it is even to say something so terrible, but it was easily the darkest time I had ever experienced. He was a good eagle: always watchfully protecting our house from terrorists, eating all of his cheeseburger scraps, keeping all of our guns clean and in working order. Alas, he had a preexisting condition, and our family couldn’t afford the surgeries. I would cry myself to sleep wondering why our fine nation would perpetuate the unequal access to quality avian healthcare. However, rather than succumb to ideological ruin, I used the need for economic competition to give me the resolve to work hard in school, report illegal immigrants, and strive to earn the high-paying salary that would grant me a lifestyle with which I could give a pet eagle the care it needs. Even in his passing, George Franklin Reagan was teaching me valuable lessons about what it means to be an American.
With positive ratings for Congress at an all-time low, it may come as no surprise that a plurality of voters nationwide believes a group of people randomly selected from a telephone book would do a better job than the current legislators.
The Fordham Institute released grades on how states’ science education standards stack up. We know that students need to do better when it comes to STEM education. But when states are undermining science education, how can we even begin to improve?
What grade did your state get?
(via Greg Laden’s Blog)
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