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Lariam |
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Mistletoe Angel 
since 2000-12-17
Posts 32816Portland, Oregon |
(This re-post was inspired on the sensitive issue regarding Sgt. Georg-Andreas Pogany and his panic on the battlefield after seeing a dead body and being charged for the death penalty on behalf of "cowardice" before the charges were dropped when evidence was found the anti-malarial drug lariam caused the panic attacks. This sharply criticizes this ridiculous charge in this day in age and the need for a reformation of the charges to make them less rigid and also encourage the further education of our men and women by medical and physical tests, as well as having all the proper equipment and training, before being put into harms way. I also felt compelled to re-post this after two-and-a-half years in that money continues to be cut from the VA hospital networks, and although I do believe Walter Reed is a wonderful hospital that does many great things for our wounded vets, the recent contractor controversy has set off a national alarm about how bureaucracy can get in the way of quality, and crying out for increasing attention to this sensitive issue for the sake of our young men and women who should never be offered less than the best in care!  )* Lariam By: Noah Eaton 8/18/04 Tenting your fingers in probability, you think you've been owed an apology, being left behind is more hoarse than taking your leave. Any friction can knock you from your trundle bed, the face of friction appears in the form of a body bag, well the cowards never started, it's the weak dying along the way... ...there you remain... You say you feel the lifting beneath your feet, you know it's just an epilectic convulsion, but you believe, gravity is pushing you at everything... Failing to see discolored as a color, those with greek fire in their eyes govern, the sallow with matter-of-course slander. But they can't hear your vent through the vent, this neuropsychiatric adverse event, but a coward's fear may make a coward valiant, make a coward valiant... You say you feel the lifting beneath your feet, you know it's just an epilectic convulsion, but you believe, gravity is pushing you at everything... There can't be knowledge without emotion, there can't be knowledge without emotion, there can't be knowledge without emotion... Assembling your testaments in bricolage, they've given away all they will say, yet you can't make sense in response... Why must we think only with our legs, when we're aware of a truth, we feel it wedge, we feel the emergency transmit through our veins, through all of what we're made... You say you feel the lifting beneath your feet, you know it's just an epilectic convulsion, but you believe, gravity is pushing you at everything, you say you feel the lifting beneath your feet, you know it's just an artificial nightmare, but you believe, gravity is pushing you at everything... There can't be knowledge without emotion, there can't be knowledge without emotion, there can't be knowledge without emotion... "If we have no peace, it is because we have forgotten that we belong to each other" Mother Teresa |
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