First, let me make one thing clear. I do not support Democrats or Republicans. Although there are a few things that I am in deep disagreement with GWB, and it may make it impossible for me to vote for him, I do think George W. Bush is one of the two most courageous presidents in my lifetime, the other being Jimmy Carter. I expect George W. Bush will meet a similar fate.
I am really bothered by Kerry. He is an admitted war criminal who machine-gunned innocent civilians. Although he claimed he was under orders to do so, there have been no records of such orders, and even if there were, if the man had the courage it takes to be President, he would have disobeyed. He went on to make a political career out of being a war criminal! He is supposed to be a good guy because he wasn't a draft dodger? I would rather have a draft dodger for President. (President Carter pardoned all draft evaders the first day in office. That was a courageous act.)
Sunday, May 30, 2004
Friday, May 28, 2004
Arthur Renfrew Roberts
My father was Arthur Renfrew Roberts. He was born in 1927 and died in 1978. He suffered from multiple sclerosis and heart disease. Until a few years before his death, he was a well known pediatrician and neonatology researcher.
He worked very hard and died very young.
I've done a web search for his name and found nothing. There should be something about this man, so I am posting here.
He was born in Oakland, California, and grew up in Berkeley. He joined the navy right after high school, and was stationed in Chicago during the last months of WWII. He was trained as a radio technician. The war ended soon after he joined, and he entered U.C. Berkeley. He told me that he wanted to study astronomy, however in his third year at Cal he was accepted to USC medical school and he went directly to medical school without graduating from the undergraduate program.
In medical school he met my mother, Mary Nell Boone. My mother was the daughter of a school teacher and principal in Pasadena, who died when she was 16. My mother married my father when she was 19.
My brother Joe was born when my father was still in medical school or internship. I was born when my father was an intern in the U.S. Navy at Camp Pendleton, right after the Korean war. I was born in 1954. After that we moved to 29 Palms, and then to Hollywood where my brother Danny was born. My father did residency there and at Children's Hospital, Orange. In the late '50's we moved to Fullerton, and my brother Tim was born in 1959 and my sister Emily in 1962.
My father loved his family, but he worked hard, and we never saw much of him until he got sick.
He was awarded "Humanitarian of the Year" once, and received many other awards for his work.
Just one story. When I was a high school student I went into a restaurant with him. The young waitress, a very pretty girl indeed, who was one of his patients when she was younger, said to him: "Dr. Roberts! Don't you remember me?" To which her replied: "Not with your clothes on."
He worked very hard and died very young.
I've done a web search for his name and found nothing. There should be something about this man, so I am posting here.
He was born in Oakland, California, and grew up in Berkeley. He joined the navy right after high school, and was stationed in Chicago during the last months of WWII. He was trained as a radio technician. The war ended soon after he joined, and he entered U.C. Berkeley. He told me that he wanted to study astronomy, however in his third year at Cal he was accepted to USC medical school and he went directly to medical school without graduating from the undergraduate program.
In medical school he met my mother, Mary Nell Boone. My mother was the daughter of a school teacher and principal in Pasadena, who died when she was 16. My mother married my father when she was 19.
My brother Joe was born when my father was still in medical school or internship. I was born when my father was an intern in the U.S. Navy at Camp Pendleton, right after the Korean war. I was born in 1954. After that we moved to 29 Palms, and then to Hollywood where my brother Danny was born. My father did residency there and at Children's Hospital, Orange. In the late '50's we moved to Fullerton, and my brother Tim was born in 1959 and my sister Emily in 1962.
My father loved his family, but he worked hard, and we never saw much of him until he got sick.
He was awarded "Humanitarian of the Year" once, and received many other awards for his work.
Just one story. When I was a high school student I went into a restaurant with him. The young waitress, a very pretty girl indeed, who was one of his patients when she was younger, said to him: "Dr. Roberts! Don't you remember me?" To which her replied: "Not with your clothes on."
Tuesday, May 18, 2004
18 May 2004 Initial Entry
Am I the only one who is tired of hearing the right and the left call each other "liars"? I find that word obscence, and I'm sick of it. These people go after each other like two different high school booster clubs. There is no discussion of truth when you dismiss another view as lies.
I don't believe the leftists who say the George W. Bush is a liar. I don't believe the rigth wingers when they say John Kerry is a liar. I want to get accurate information, and I cannot get it from the politically active. Where do I go? Everyone seems to have a political agenda, and do not want to present both sides in a balanced way, which includes the history of a political view.
I don't believe the leftists who say the George W. Bush is a liar. I don't believe the rigth wingers when they say John Kerry is a liar. I want to get accurate information, and I cannot get it from the politically active. Where do I go? Everyone seems to have a political agenda, and do not want to present both sides in a balanced way, which includes the history of a political view.
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