. . . I find it incredibly funny that the handbag of the person in charge of America’s security was stolen — not just under her nose, but also the noses of her Secret Service detail — while dining in a Washington, D.C. restaurant.

Well, no . . . not side-splittingly “funny” in the same sense as a Robin Williams improv performance; but from a more ironic, Agatha Christie sort of outlook. Just picture it:

The U.S. Secretary of Homeland Security, Kristi Noem, is dining in what I presume to be an upscale restaurant in Washington on Easter Sunday evening, when — according to news reports — “an unknown white male wearing a medical mask steal[s] her bag and leave[s] the restaurant.” [Josh Campbell and Kit Maher, CNN, April 21, 2025.]

Early reports have not yet provided other details, such as the number of people at Noem’s table; where she had placed her bag; the number and location of her Secret Service protectors; or the name and neighborhood location of the restaurant.

The CNN report did, however, provide a description of the contents of Noem’s bag: her “driver’s license, medication, apartment keys, passport, DHS access badge, makeup bag, blank checks, and about $3,000 in cash.” [Id.]

Where do I even begin? Maybe with the $3,000 in cash. Who, in their right mind, walks around Washington — or any city in the world — with that kind of cash? Although, considering her job, perhaps she has to be ready to travel at a moment’s notice . . . which would also explain the presence of the passport.

But those are the least of her concerns. Right now, some very slick operator is walking around with Noem’s home address, keys to her apartment, and her DHS access badge.

What is funny is the mental image I have of a Keystone Kops operation taking place in D.C. right now, wherein everything is being tracked, deactivated, locks changed, passport and driver’s license reissued, bank account frozen, prescription refilled, and someone making a quick trip to Sephora for the right shade of makeup — all in a matter of hours, rather than the weeks it would take any of the rest of us to accomplish the same things.

And what’s ironic is that this has happened to — let me repeat once again — the Secretary of Homeland Security.

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What is wrong with this picture? The Secretary of Defense having classified conversations with uncleared people over open communication channels; a serial baby daddy randomly decimating what were, for the most part, well-running government agencies; and now — yes, I’ll say it one more time — the Secretary of Homeland Security losing her most important possessions in public.

What’s wrong is this: our country is being run by real estate investors, midwestern farmers, and apocalypse preppers who appear to be doing their damnedest to bring about the apocalypse.

And those who are best qualified to protect us — and charged with doing that very thing — are sitting on their haunches in Congress and in the Supreme Court, enabling the puppetmaster in the Oval Office to continue his Punch and Judy show, completely unchallenged.

Come to think of it, it’s not funny at all.

Just sayin’ . . .

Brendochka
4/21/25

On this date in 1978, a Korean Air Lines passenger jet en route from Paris to Seoul veered into Russian air space and was intercepted by Soviet jets. Although instructed to land at a specific airfield, the KAL plane instead made a rough landing on a frozen lake about 300 miles south of Murmansk. Two people were killed and several others injured during the landing. [“This Day In History,” History.com, April 20, 2025.]

Although South Korean officials claimed that “navigational errors” had caused the plane to fly off course, Soviet officials were not convinced. Nevertheless, the Soviet Union did allow a civilian American aircraft to retrieve the survivors. [Id.]

That little bit of history brought back a much clearer remembrance of a similar, but even more devastating, incident just over five years later. The following is from one of my earlier posts, but in light of the present state of U.S.-Russia relations, it seems worth repeating.

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September 1, 1983: Korean Airlines flight shot down by Soviet Union. This one is personal, and still makes my heart ache to think about it.

I was in the office when the call came from the Dean of Columbia University Law School, telling me that John Oldham had been on that Korean Air Flight 007 to Seoul, en route to China for his summer of study and teaching. “No! Not the one the Soviets shot down!”

Tragically, it was.

John was an amazing young man — smart, hard-working, decent, with a bright future. Just having graduated from law school, he was scheduled to join our firm; but first he had been offered an internship in Beijing for a year of study, with a side job of teaching English. He had been scheduled to leave a day earlier, but had changed his reservations in order to accommodate a friend who needed help with something. That was John.

And now he was gone.

It fell to me to tell everyone in the office . . . but first of all, Walter. That was my immediate boss, Walter Sterling Surrey — a prominent international attorney and senior partner of the Washington-based law firm of Surrey & Morse — with clients doing business throughout the world, including China and the Soviet Union. But he was at a dental appointment that morning, so I had to tell him by phone, before he might hear it somewhere else.

When I called him at the dentist’s office and broke the news, he said nothing for a moment. Then: “Call Tregub. I want him in my office at noon. No excuses.” And he hung up.

Valeriy Tregub was our commercial contact in the Soviet Embassy. When I reached him by phone, there were none of the usual niceties. I told him bluntly, “One of our people was on that plane. Walter wants to see you here at noon.” And he didn’t argue.

When Tregub arrived, he looked as though he’d already been through hell; and his meeting with Walter didn’t help. I learned later from Walter that he had told Tregub what he thought his government should do — accept responsibility for a terrible, accidental tragedy, and offer restitution — but of course, they did just the opposite, denying fault and accusing the Koreans of spying.

And to this day, there has been no justice for the 269 passengers and crew members on that flight . . . John Oldham included. He would have been around 65 now, probably married with children and grandchildren, and likely looking forward to retirement from a successful and meaningful career.

But that never happened for John . . . just as it will never happen for the tens of thousands of those killed during the past three years, and still being killed, on the battlegrounds and in the cities and villages of Ukraine. Because it never stops.

In 1983, it was Yuri Andropov seated in the Kremlin; today it is Vladimir Putin. It seems that only the names have changed.

Just sayin’ . . .

Brendochka
4/21/25

While preparing my regular Sunday report (posted earlier today) on the status of the political prisoners being held hostage in Russia’s prisons and penal colonies, a news flash popped up on my phone with — miracle of miracles! — some incredibly happy news for the Easter and Passover holidays.

While Vladimir Putin’s promised 30-hour Easter ceasefire in Ukraine remains tenuous, on Saturday the two warring countries did manage to carry out their largest prisoner-of-war swap since the Russian invasion of Ukraine in February of 2022.

With each side welcoming home between 200 and 300 POWs, it was indeed a cause for celebration.

There is, of course, still a long way to go before the two countries reach a final accord. But for now, we’ll take every moment of joy we can get.

Welcome home, guys.

Just sayin’ . . .

Brendochka
4/20/25

On April 10th, the trial of journalists Sergei Karelin, Konstantin Gabov, Antonina Favorskaya, and Artem Kriger was concluded behind closed doors in a Moscow court. They had been charged with belonging to an “extremist” group, which they deny. Their actual “crime”: having previously reported favorably about famed dissident — and Putin nemesis — Aleksei Navalny.

The trial had been in progress since last October. Finally, on April 15th, sentencing was handed down, condemning each of the four defendants to five and one-half years in a penal colony. The charges against them carried a maximum penalty of imprisonment for six years.

This is more than just a tragedy for four innocent individuals; it is a continuation of Vladimir Putin’s obsessive drive — in the words of Human Rights Watch (HRW) — to “erase Navalny’s political legacy [through their] extensive arsenal of repressive tools.” In February, on the first anniversary of Navalny’s death in a Siberian penal colony, dozens of people who gathered to pay homage to his memory were detained by authorities. HRW has called those arrests “just the tip of the iceberg in the Kremlin’s continued crackdown on his supporters.” [Sana Noor Haq and Anna Chernova, CNN, April 16, 2025.]

But we can continue to remember him, his supporters, and all of the victims of Putin’s war against freedom.

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And on Friday, a St. Petersburg court sentenced a 19-year-old woman, Darya Kozyreva, to two years and eight months in prison for repeatedly “discrediting” the Russian army — a charge used by the Putin regime to cover any number of actions deemed to signify opposition to the war in Ukraine. She had been arrested more than a year earlier, on February 24, 2024.

There is a monument in St. Petersburg to Ukrainian poet Taras Shevchenko (which in itself is surprising), onto which Kozyreva had glued a verse from his poem “My Testament,” reading:

“Oh bury me, then rise ye up / And break your heavy chains / And water with the tyrants’ blood / The freedom you have gained.” [Mariya Knight and Caitlin Danaher, CNN, April 18, 2025.]

At a hearing on that charge, Kozyreva, of course, maintained that she was merely quoting an existing poem.

A second case was brought against her in August of 2024, following an interview with Radio Free Europe in which she called the war “monstrous” and “criminal.” And, dating back to her high school days in 2022, she has spoken out as an anti-war activist. She has been fined in the past for “discreditation,” and expelled from university for posting on Russian social media her views on the “imperialist nature of the war.” [Id.]

All of the above, of course, served to bring her to the attention of the Russian authorities to whom speaking against Putin’s “special military operation” in Ukraine is tantamount to committing treason.

Thus, sadly, we add one more name to our honor roll of political hostages today.

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And never forgetting the others left behind . . .

The Azov 12
David Barnes
Ales Bialiatski (in Belarus)
Gordon Black
Andrei Chapiuk (in Belarus)
Antonina Favorskaya
Konstantin Gabov
Robert Gilman
Stephen James Hubbard
Sergey Karelin
Ihar Karney (in Belarus)
Vadim Kobzev
Darya Kozyreva
Artyom Kriger
Uladzimir Labkovich (in Belarus)
Michael Travis Leake
Aleksei Liptser
Ihar Losik (in Belarus)
Daniel Martindale
Farid Mehralizada (in Azerbaijan)
Nika Novak
Marfa Rabkova (in Belarus)
Igor Sergunin
Dmitry Shatresov
Robert Shonov
Eugene Spector
Valiantsin Stafanovic (in Belarus)
Siarhei Tsikhanouski (in Belarus)
Laurent Vinatier
Robert Romanov Woodland
Vladislav Yesypenko (in Crimea)
Yuras Zyankovich (in Belarus)

. . . while looking forward to the day they’re all at home again.

Just sayin’ . . .

Brendochka
4/20/25

Earlier today, Vladimir Putin declared an “Easter truce” in the war on Ukraine, stating that Russia would cease “all hostilities” from 6:00 p.m. Moscow time Saturday night to midnight Monday, April 21st, and that “We assume that the Ukrainian side will follow our example.” [Kosta Gak, et al., CNN, April 19, 2025.]

Ukrainian President Volodymyr Zelensky posted to X that Russia’s announcement was “yet another attempt by Putin to play with human lives. At this moment, air raid alerts are spreading across Ukraine. At 17:15 [5:15 p.m.], Russian attack drones were detected in our skies. Shahed drones in our skies reveal Putin’s true attitude toward Easter and toward human life.”

Reports from Ukraine were that, as of 7:00 p.m., sirens were sounding in Kyiv and several other regions, and that “the Russians continue to fire in all directions.” Ukrainian troops at three separate locations on the front lines said there was no sign of a cessation in fighting. [Id.]

But that shouldn’t surprise anyone. Putin’s seemingly magnanimous offer — likely a knee-jerk reaction to yesterday’s U.S. threat to withdraw from negotiations if both sides failed to step up — would hardly be expected to filter down to the troops, already engaged in combat at the front lines, in time to effect a total ceasefire by a 6:00 p.m. deadline.

It was a grand gesture, an “отвлекающий маневр” (diversionary tactic), intended both to lend credence to his protestations of wanting to end the war, and to give him time to stall negotiations just a little longer.

Like the little boy who cried wolf, he has used up all of his chances. Why should anyone ever take him seriously again?

Just sayin’ . . .

Brendochka
4/19/25

If anyone — obviously someone with more time and greater fortitude than I have remaining — ever decides to compile a list of “Greatest Quotations From the Second Trump Administration,” this will surely be at the top of the Marco Rubio chapter:

“If it is not possible to end the war in Ukraine, we need to move on.”

And he followed with:

“We need to determine very quickly now, and I’m talking about a matter of days, whether or not this is doable.”

That’s it, then? Just wash our hands of the whole thing and walk away . . . leaving an entire nation at the mercy of Vladimir Putin’s army of conscripts, mercenaries and criminals, and the rest of Europe preparing to be next?

Well, yes . . . that is what the U.S. Secretary of State said on Friday in Paris, following high-level talks with European and Ukrainian officials. And his comments were quickly confirmed by Donald Trump to reporters in the Oval Office, when he said that Rubio was “right . . . [n]o specific number of days, but quickly, we want to get it done.” [Alex Stambaugh, Max Saltman, et al., CNN, April 18, 2025.]

Asked by CNN’s Pamela Brown what was meant by “moving on,” an unnamed U.S. official said that Rubio was “communicating the president’s views,” and that Trump “doesn’t have limitless patience for people to posture and play games.” [Id.]

In other words, Trump’s grand promise to end the three-year-old war within 24 hours of taking office hasn’t exactly worked out according to plan, and he’s losing patience . . . not to mention, credibility. It wasn’t clear whom he was blaming for the failure of negotiations — that seems to change on an almost daily basis — but doubtless it will be someone other than himself. He did say:

“If, for some reason, one of the two parties makes it very difficult, we’re just going to say, ‘You’re foolish, you’re foolish. You’re horrible people,’ and we’re just going to take a pass — but hopefully we won’t have to do that.” [Id.]

I do so love Trump’s Churchillian eloquence . . . don’t you?

When asked what progress he would be looking for in order to continue negotiations, he said he would “have to see an enthusiasm to want to end it [from both sides] soon.” [Id.]

And from Moscow, also on Friday, Kremlin spokesman Dmitry Peskov said that Russia was “striving to settle this conflict. The contacts are quite complicated because the topic of Ukrainian settlement is also not simple. . . . Certain developments already exist, but of course there are still many difficult discussions ahead.” [Id.]

Ah, Dima, my man . . . as always, the master of understatement and obfuscation. Thanks for your input.

On the same day, the city of Kharkiv, Ukraine, was hit by a massive Russian missile attack.

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And thus ends another week of high-level international diplomacy. Henry Kissinger would have been so proud.

Rest in peace, Dr. Kissinger. You did your best.

Just sayin’ . . .

Brendochka
4/19/25

In the first two installments of this three-part series, I introduced you to Malcolm and Simone Collins, a Pennsylvania couple who identify as “pronatalists” — part of a growing movement to encourage, and hoping one day perhaps to mandate, larger families and to instill in their multiple children their ultra-conservative, right-wing, anti-liberal, anti-“woke” standards.

And I alluded to the fact that they, and their fellow travelers, were seeking government support for their movement from like-minded individuals at the top of the Washington hierarchy . . . including Donald Trump, JD Vance, and none other than the king of sperm donors himself: Elon Musk — each of whom has spoken in favor of population growth and a resurgence of their idea of “traditional” family values.

As I stated previously, what these folks choose to do with their lives is their business . . . big families can be great in the right conditions. But Malcolm Collins has described their movement as follows:

“We are a coalition of people who are incredibly different in our philosophies, our theological beliefs, our family structures. But the one thing we agree on is that our core enemy is the urban monoculture; the leftist unifying culture.”

From that, I infer that a “rightist unifying culture” would, on the other hand, be just dandy with them. Hmmm . . .

It does sound as though there is disunity within the movement’s own ranks. At their second annual Natal Conference in March, two very different branches of the American right were brought together: conservative Christians, and members of the so-called “tech right” — an outgrowth of the libertarian, start-up culture of Silicon Valley. [Stephanie Hegarty, BBC, April 1, 2025].

One of last year’s speakers was Michael Anton, recently appointed by Trump as the State Department’s Director of Policy Planning. And one of this year’s speakers — economist Catherine Pakaluk, herself the mother of eight and stepmother of six — hesitates to call herself a pronatalist. “It’s like an unholy alliance,” she says. “It’s a complicated movement and includes people with very different positions.” [Id.]

Malcolm Collins has said: “[If you ask me] do we have pronatalists in the White House right now who are pushing policy, my response to this would be, ‘I mean, duh, like Elon and JD Vance.’”

As he said . . . “Duh”!

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Which brings us back to Washington’s best-known baby daddy, Elon Musk. Father of an estimated 14 children (and counting) by at least four women (of questionable judgment), he has caused millions of people around the world to ask themselves one simple question regarding his proclivity for procreation: “WHY??”

And now there may be an answer to that.

He wants to populate Mars.

Well, no . . . not immediately. I’m not suggesting he plans to pack all of his kids onto one of his experimental space ships and send them soaring off into space. But his “more-is-better” philosophy of family planning and his aspiration to colonize Mars are connected.

According to Ashley St. Clair — a right-wing social media influencer and the chosen mother of one of Musk’s children — he is creating a “legion” of children to prepare for the apocalypse. [Shannon Carroll, Quartz, April 16, 2025.]

That’s “legion” as in:

No, no, sorry . . . more like this:

Are you still with me? Good, because there’s more.

St. Clair is said to have shown the Wall Street Journal texts she received from Musk while she was pregnant with their child, suggesting they enlist other women to join them in creating this medley of Musks more quickly. One such message read, in part:

“To reach legion-level before the apocalypse, we will need to use surrogates.” [Id.]

He has written on X that he believes “becoming multiplanetary is critical to ensuring the long-term survival of humanity and all life as we know it.” [Id.]

He also believes that civilization is under threat because of a declining population. At a conference in Saudi Arabia last year, he flatly stated:

“I think for most countries, they should view the birthrate as the single biggest problem they need to solve.” [Id.]

Not wars; not environmental decay; not pandemics; and not Donald Trump’s tariffs. Just crank out the babies, ship them off to Mars, and let Earth destroy itself.

But this was not a universal recommendation to every part of the world. On the contrary, others familiar with Musk have said he is concerned that third-world countries have higher birth rates than the U.S. and Europe, and that he sees his role as “helping seed the earth with more human beings of high intelligence.” [Id.]

Oh! My! God! He thinks he’s frickin’ Johnny Appleseed! “Seed the earth”??!!!

But wait. He also said, people of “high intelligence.” So I take it back — he’s not Johnny Appleseed . . .

. . . he’s this century’s Adolph Hitler, hell-bent on creating the Master Race.

And he is the idol of the pronatalist movement.

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As usual, I have questions:

— Wouldn’t it make more sense to try to fix the problems we’ve created here on Earth than to begin making the same stupid mistakes elsewhere?

— When should we expect the apocalypse? Should we begin planning now?

— How soon does he expect Mars to be habitable?

— Has he heard about all of the elements on Mars that are toxic to humans?

— Does he even know that his rockets keep failing?

— What makes him think his progeny will be intelligent? For that matter, how does he define “intelligent”? It’s different from merely being “educated,” you know.

— How sure is he that his children, grandchildren, etc., will choose to go along with his Dr. Strangelove-ish scheme?

— And finally . . . strictly from my own point of view . . . who wants to survive the apocalypse in any event? Have you seen those movies about the last people on earth?!!

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There is no longer any doubt in my mind: the inmates are, in fact, running the asylum. And my first and foremost thought — to borrow the title of a show by the late, great Anthony Newley — is:

“Stop the World: I Want to Get Off.”

Just sayin’ . . .

Brendochka
4/19/25

It’s noon, and I’m still lying in bed, trying to decide whether it’s worth getting up today. I just glanced at the headlines in the hope of finding something positive to write about, and instead I found more of the old SSDD: Same Shit, Different Day.

And now I’m feeling brain dead . . . or maybe it’s just wishful thinking.

To put things in perspective, the high point of my day yesterday was when my doctor’s office called to reschedule next week’s appointment because my doctor has broken his leg in a skiing accident.

In my favor, my first thought was how terrible that was for him . . . though that was immediately followed by relief that I wouldn’t have to go out on Monday. It was just a routine checkup, but it felt like too much effort. And his misfortune turned out to be the best part of my day.

That is not a good thing!

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Okay, it’s now 1:30 p.m. I’m out of bed, dressed, and have read past the headlines to the guts of the news reports. And I feel myself getting fired up once more as I read about the people out there fighting for “truth, justice, and the American way” (remember that?).

People like Senator Chris Van Hollen (D-Md.), who has quite literally risked his own neck to travel to El Salvador, where he has met with the tyrannical president of that country, as well as with deportee Kilmar Abrego Garcia, in an attempt to have Abrego Garcia returned to the U.S. after his wrongful deportation by the Trump administration.

And people like the honest journalists who continue to report — whether from actual war zones, or from political “war zones” such as Washington, D.C., and Moscow — in order to disseminate facts that allow us to distinguish between the truth and the politicians’ lies.

And I know that I can’t keep quiet for long. My words may not reach more than a handful of people; but the mere act of speaking out (or writing) about the injustices we are witnessing in today’s world acts as a catharsis for me . . . and, quite frankly, as a sop for my conscience, because — like most of us — I feel helpless to actually effect any meaningful change in the course of world events.

But my fingers can still find the right letters on the keyboard. So here I am — back at it, doing what I can, and hoping you’ll stay tuned and join in. Because it’s only by shouting out that we will ultimately be heard.

And because doing nothing is simply not an option, when this is what we’re fighting for:

Just sayin’ . . .

Brendochka
4/18/25

It’s also Patriots’ Day — the 250th anniversary of Paul Revere’s ride — an event in American history that was drummed into the heads of every child in New England in the good old days . . . the days when love of country was celebrated and patriotism trumped tyranny, not the other way around. (Yes, that was a play on words — glad you noticed.)

We were made to read Henry Wadsworth Longfellow’s famous poem each year on the 18th of April to be sure we didn’t forget the origins of our hard-won freedoms . . . and I can still recite the first verse from memory.

But we are living in far different times, when expressions of patriotism have come to be considered trite, maudlin, unfashionable . . . and now, tragically, sometimes even dangerous.

But other types of poetry are still around, including haiku, which — while deceptively simple-looking — is devilishly tricky to accomplish. But, this being both National Haiku Poetry Day and Patriots’ Day, I thought I’d try my hand at it. I call this:

Haiku for Washington, D.C.

Cherry blossoms bloom,
New people in the White House.
Cancel spring this year.

I know, I know . . . haiku are supposed to be lovely and uplifting, celebrating the beauty of life and of nature. But it’s hard to see the beauty today through the cloud of doom hanging over everything.

And it just keeps getting harder.

Just sayin’ . . .

Brendochka
4/18/25

. . . and this little piggy may save a human life.

If you’re at all squeamish, have a problem with the thought of blood or internal organs, are a lifetime member of PETA, or are strictly vegetarian, you may want to skip this next paragraph. But I find it medically fascinating.

I’ve just read about a potentially history-making procedure, still in the research stage, that would enable a person with sudden liver failure to be temporarily kept functioning by being attached to a genetically-edited pig’s liver in a dialysis-like treatment, while awaiting a suitable transplant. The process would filter the person’s blood, doing the work of their own liver so the organ could rest and possibly heal itself. [Lauran Neergaard, ABC News, April 15, 2025.]

(Livers are famously very good at repairing and regenerating themselves. Too bad more of our organs can’t do that.)

Okay, enough detail. Those of you with sensitive natures may resume reading now.

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Aside from the exciting medical implications of such a procedure, the article caught my attention because of my own past experience with pig parts.

No, not pork chops or BLTs. I’m talking about surgical tissue. To clarify:

Some 25 or 30 years ago, I was experiencing pain in my right shoulder, which my orthopedic surgeon diagnosed as a torn rotator cuff. It was disabling enough that I agreed to schedule surgery, and I came through it without complication.

After a couple of days in the hospital, and several more days of recuperating at home, I had an appointment for a follow-up with my surgeon at his office. Being one of Washington, D.C.’s leading orthopedists, he also taught at a local medical school, and frequently had students in his office to observe as part of their studies. On the occasion of my visit, there was a young male student present who appeared very much in awe of his professor.

I, on the other hand, knew my doctor very well . . . which meant that I was aware, not only of his surgical skills, but also of his wicked sense of humor, and I was prepared to hear just about anything from him at any time.

As he checked the results of his artistry on my shoulder, he simultaneously explained the procedure to his student, and described how — once he had cut into my arm — he had found the rotator cuff to be so badly torn as to be beyond repair without the use of extraneous tissue. And at the time, there was a new procedure — approved, but still considered somewhat experimental — using porcine tissue: the tissue of a pig. And there just happened to be some available at that hospital at that precise time.

Listening to him, I thought, “What fun! I’m a medical guinea pig.” (Pun intended.)

But then the doctor segued into a tale of dinner at his home the very night following my surgery . . . which happened to have been the first night of Passover. His family were gathered for the Seder, and somehow the conversation turned to the unusual procedure that he had just performed. As he spoke, he noticed his college-student son frowning in puzzlement, and asked what was wrong . . . whereupon the son said:

“Dad, I have an ethical question. Please explain to me how you could transplant the tissue of a pig into the body of a Jewish woman without her permission — and on the eve of Passover, no less??!!!”

At that point in the story, I happened to glance at the young medical student, whose eyes had widened in what appeared to be abject fear. He was obviously expecting me to explode in anger . . . or collapse in distress, at the very least.

He clearly had never met me, and made the mistake of assuming I was a “normal” person. So he stared in disbelief as I calmly asked my doctor what he had said to his son, and received the following reply:

“I told him that I couldn’t very well wake you in the middle of surgery to ask your permission. And besides, I said, you don’t know this woman. She would have told me that that was my job, not hers, and to just get on with it.”

And he was right. But the student was sure I was some sort of madwoman when, instead of going postal on the doctor, I burst out laughing and announced that hereafter my right shoulder would have its own name — “Babe” — in honor of one of my daughter’s favorite childhood story books.

And so it came to be. I immediately went on a search for the perfect little pig pin, which I proudly wore on the right shoulder of my jackets for many years thereafter . . . and, of course, whenever I had occasion to visit my orthopedist.

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So, while some of you may think of pigs as dirty, messy, grunty, swill-eating creatures, I will always have a special place for them in my heart . . . and my right shoulder.

And a nice, neat scar to prove it.

Just sayin’ . . .

Brendochka
4/17/25