May 30th 2014
By Fires Stone
Cry Baby Jay Carney QUITS Post – Tired of telling Lies
Jay carney Tears Up as Obama whispers Good Bye
Josh Earnest, the White House special assistant to the president and principal deputy press secretary, will assume Carney’s role, Obama said during a surprise appearance from the commander-in-chief during a scheduled briefing Friday afternoon.
“His name describes his demeanor,” Obama said of the incoming press secretary. “Josh is an earnest guy and you can’t find just a nicer individual.”
Carney, the 49-year-old former Moscow bureau chief for Time Magazine, told reporters after the president’s remarks that his last three-and-a-half years as the White House press secretary has been an “amazing experience” and “so fulfilling.”
Pres. Obama’s announcement came less than three hours after he confirmed during a separate press conference that morning that he had moments earlier accepted the resignation of Veterans Affairs Secretary Eric Shinseki in the midst of a high-profile scandal that’s plagued the VA in recent weeks.
Josh Earnest (Reuters/Kevin Lamarque)
Josh Earnest (Reuters/Kevin Lamarque)
Carney is expected to stay press secretary through mid-June, and did not immediately disclose the reasoning behind his departure or his future plans.
May 26th 2014 By Fires Stone
By tying doctor pay to patient satisfaction scores, Obamacare’s ‘pay for performance’ system is going to disproportionately hurt minority doctors. Here’s why.
Imagine that you’re an optimistic third-year medical student walking into the ER. Your first patient says to you, “I don’t want any niggers touching me.” There you are in your brand new white coat—the apotheosis of your and your parents’ hopes and dreams—but still, to this patient, you’re a nigger. You try to ignore the sting in your eyes—the shame of it. You suck it up, say nothing, and move on.
This kind of thing has happened to me from time to time—even as a studious, light-skinned offspring of a white father and black mother; even as a person who has “no discernable negro accent”; even as a person who was schooled since I was knee-high to respond to the question of what race I am by saying, “Homo sapiens sapiens because there is no such thing as race.”
But it turns out that to a lot of people, I’m still a nigger.
Over time, I learned to please people—like anyone would—despite their obvious disappointment when they see that I’m black. I got good at being what people need me to be. But it slowly transformed me into something I couldn’t foresee—a sort of Dr. Bojangles—delighting everyone with my expressive face and tap dancing feet. And although I have been an Obama supporter, it’d be disingenuous if I didn’t conclude that we’re faced with the fascinating paradox that the signature policy of the first black president may indeed serve to increase our racial divides.
It’s simply a fact of life: Some people are racist. What can you do but adapt and soldier on?
After all, even the most well-intentioned people have unconscious racial biases. In fact, researchers have developed a test that demonstrates that most of us—some 70% or more— have implicit racial bias, no matter how free of prejudice we think we are.
Yet, the influence of race was completely ignored when the government tied patient satisfaction scores to doctor’s pay. We have to ask: In what way will a doctor’s race be financially rewarded or penalized by our government?
“You only have to be a minority doctor to see why the… [patient satisfaction] score is heavily stacked against you,” one internist reported in a recent Medscape article, “Is Placating Patients Putting Medicine in Peril?” “If you [work] in a predominantly majority area…for minority doctors, the [patient satisfaction] score has really been a major disaster.”
As physician-health-care blogger Dr. Jan Gurley wrote about her experience at Harvard Medical School, “A medical school [classmate’s]…experience was often very different than mine because she is African-American, and I am white. The conversation with a patient often began with being forced to explain that no, she wasn’t there to empty the trash.”
In fact, patients’ racism against providers has been called medicine’s “open secret,” but it’s difficult to address because patients don’t usually walk through the door snarling racial epithets. As one African-American physician confided to me, “Although most racial slurs are not as direct as ‘I don’t want any niggers touching me,’ it still means the same when one hears ‘Are you the doctor?’ or ‘When will the real doctor be here?’”
These so-called “micro-aggressions” are a frequent occurrence for many black doctors. My own career has been punctuated by several stupefying moments where patients start talking about niggers—in private behind the curtain or, humiliatingly, in full view of the trauma team. But for black doctors to get to the top 1 to 2% in patient satisfaction—like I did when I worked in assembly-line medicine—it requires a certain talent to combat those relentless micro-aggressions.
And that talent involves developing empathy for the racist. I might observe, for example, the patient’s face fall with disappointment, the brow knit with worry when they lay eyes on me. While I field their questions about how well I did in school, I’ll reassure them they aren’t dealing with any ordinary Negro—amazing them with flourishing displays of medical knowledge and boundless kindness. It’s an exhausting and unrelenting Bojangles’ routine—requiring every ounce of intellectual and emotional skill to both soothe and delight—and it’s repeated anew three or four times an hour. It’s a lot to ask of anyone—let alone someone earning $10 for the patient visit. I’d wager that most white doctors don’t experience patient care quite like this. But it would be wrong to imply that white and so-called “model minority” physicians aren’t also the victims of patient racism.
Indeed, while Mrs. Obama exhorts us to talk about racism, we might start by accepting that we all have racial biases. And we all have racial biases because human beings are pattern-forming creatures. But in my experience, the least racist people openly acknowledge that they have those “patterns” and work hard to correct them when they are wrong or unfair.
Bias against black doctors is indeed unfair, because studies have failed to show that a physician’s race affects patient outcomes. On the other hand, numerous studies have shown that patients are more satisfied with doctors of the same race. Indeed, one study showed that black patients with black doctors were 140% more likely to rate their physician as excellent than if they had a doctor of another race. White patients with white doctors were 63% more likely to say they felt their doctor listened well. And Hispanic patients with Hispanic physicians were 74% more likely to feel satisfied overall with their care.
This implies that under the current patient satisfaction scheme, all physicians—not just black physicians—may be penalized financially on the basis of race.
Consider how this plays out in real life as opposed to a think tank. A hard-working doctor (of any race) has rendered careful, considerate care to a complicated patient. Yet a relative who gets the patient satisfaction form in the mail who might be pissed off at, say, the hospital parking fees—or maybe doesn’t like the color of the doctor’s skin—will determine how well the doctor gets paid, or even if he keeps his job.
And apparently that’s OK with our government.
It should go without saying that our government has no business promoting a program like this and it should be stopped. But it’s on track to get worse with Obamacare’s “pay for performance” that will withhold even more Medicare payments for low patient satisfaction scores. This financial threat is already causing unethical administrators to pressure doctors to compromise their professional standards to order unnecessary meds and tests to bump satisfaction scores.
If administrators already engage in this unscrupulous behavior, we have to wonder if race will influence future hiring policies. Even for hospitals serving minority populations—if black patients are more than twice as likely to think a black doctor is excellent—it wouldn’t make any sense to hire white doctors at all.
Obamacare, with its focus on patient satisfaction, will penalize doctors on the basis of race, and may very well racially segregate doctors who swore a solemn oath to provide health care to all our citizens. It’s not that far-fetched, because even from the physician’s perspective, it simply doesn’t make sense to opt to take care of patients who are biased against them. Indeed it’s been shown that the patients who tend to give lower scores to physicians are those characterized by “minority race, psychological distress…not having a regular health care provider, not having health insurance.”
So while disadvantaged minorities with these characteristics are often most in need of good medical care, the government has misaligned the economic incentives to take care of them. “Paying doctors on the basis of popularity would create, for the first time in any profession, a system that financially rewards racism and bias,” wrote Dr. Gurley in “How Paying Doctors for Patient Satisfaction is Racist.”
To be sure, in an increasingly transparent world, patient satisfaction scores could deliver useful information. But this program is not good enough for the American people. Indeed, the surveys could help physicians improve cross-cultural communication—instead of financially penalizing them for even trying. But by tying patient satisfaction to hospital and physician pay—the government has invoked the law of unintended consequences.
That law discriminates against doctors on the basis of race. That law incentivizes doctors to turn away minorities. That law encourages doctors to opt out of Medicare—shrinking access to care. You could even say that law increases the Bojangles’ effect—forcing physicians to smile obsequiously, while writing orders they don’t believe in, for patients they’ll increasingly grow to resent.
May 25th By Fires Stone
While some states pay offer payments considerably less than the top tier, there is no denying that a powerful disincentive exists to getting a job. In many cases, one could be giving up the perpetual vacation in exchange for less money, and the expenses associated with travelling to work, dressing the part, eating out for lunch and childcare.
A report by the Cato Institute shows the top state in the nation for the highest “benefit” is Hawaii. How many people would be willing to live in a beach bungalow, in year-round 85 degree weather, virtually carefree? You’d even have time to learn how to surf.
The problem is too many. While many of us possess a work ethic that doesn’t permit us to be social parasites, a significant number are not so encumbered. They are just fine getting that check that society “owes” them, relaxing and enjoying the finer things in life; like the Dancing with the Stars.
Continue Reading: http://www.conservativeinfidel.com/obama/list-of-states-welfare-so-good-you-cant-afford-to-work/
May 25th 2014 By FiresStone
The Andretti Autosport driver led the final four laps after taking the lead from Castroneves. Hunter-Reay, who won the 2012 Verizon IndyCar Series championship, was the first American to win the race since Sam Hornish Jr. in 2006.
“It’s a dream come true, man, it hasn’t even sunk in yet,” said Hunter Reay, who finished third last year after losing the lead to winner Tony Kanaan on a restart just before a caution with three laps remaining. “I’m a proud American boy, that’s for sure.”
Castroneves finished second, followed by Marco Andretti, Carlos Munoz and Juan Pablo Montoya.
Kurt Busch finished sixth and immediately headed to Charlotte Motor Speedway where he will attempt to start tonight’s Coca-Cola 600 and become the fourth driver to run the Indy 500 and Coke 600 in the same day.
It was the second-closest finish in Indy 500 history. Slingshot passing defined the final few laps as Hunter-Reay and Castroneves — seeking his fourth Indy 500 win — battled.
“There was no practice for it,” Hunter-Reay said of the passing. “Never ran those lines at all. I didn’t know if we had what it took; I did my absolute best. I knew we had a good race car; we didn’t qualify well, started 19th. We did everything right today, and that’s what it takes to win this race. I’m just thrilled.”
The race was red-flagged for 15 minutes after a crash by Townsend Bell. IndyCar officials elected to stop the race to clean the debris from the track rather than have the race end under yellow (as it did last year).
“Certainly the stop like breaked the rhythm,” Castroneves said. “It was close; a shame so close but you know it’s Ryan Hunter-Reay’s day. I want to give this to (team owner) Roger Penske so bad. It was a great fight. It was a great TV. I was having a great time. It’s good when second sucks if you know what I mean.”
After the longest green-flag start to an Indianapolis 500, the activity picked up significantly in the last 35 laps with a flurry of lead changes and caution flags.
Scott Dixon crashed on Lap 169 and capped a miserable day for team owner Chip Ganassi, whose four cars all suffered problems in the race.
The caution flag didn’t fly for the first time until Lap 150 for a spin by Charlie Kimball, the longest green-flag stretch in the history of a race that started in 1909 (the track’s official records, however, date only to 1976). It was the fastest race to halfway in Indy 500 history. At 100 laps, the average speed was 211.871 mph, shattering the previous mark of 177.687 that was set last year in a race that also featured a record 68 lead changes.
Even without a plethora of wrecks, several contenders still suffered problems, most of which were self-inflicted.
Defending winner Tony Kanaan’s hopes of becoming the first repeat Indy 500 winner since Helio Castoneves (2001-02) were dashed by the first pit stop.
An apparent battery problem in Kanaan’s No. 10 Dallara-Chevrolet stranded him in the pits, dropping him 18 laps off the pace and ruining an attempt at winning the Indy 500 in consecutive years with different teams (he moved to Target Chip Ganassi Racing this season after leaving KV Racing Technology).
Team Penske teammates Juan Pablo Montoya and Will Power were assessed pit speeding violations making stops with less than 75 laps remaining. Montoya was leading by 35.128 seconds when he pitted for Lap 131 and was penalized during a four-tire stop. It was reminiscent of the Brickyard 400 in 2009 when the Colombian dominated by leading 116 of 160 laps but finished 11th after being penalized by NASCAR for a pit speeding penalty.
Graham Rahal also was sidelined during his first pit stop by electrical problems in his Honda engine. He finished last after retiring on the 44th lap.
“The engine keeps shutting off, and you can’t race like that,” said Rahal, who has finished outside the top 10 in six of seven starts at Indy. “Our luck has been brutal here. This team is made up of champions, everyone is going to try very, very hard to try to improve. Today is just not our day.”
INDIANAPOLIS (AP) — Ryan Hunter-Reay has become the first American to win the Indianapolis 500 since 2006, making a dramatic pass of Helio Castroneves on the final lap to win Sunday’s race in the second-closest finish in history.
Hunter-Ready was passed for the lead with three laps remaining a year ago and went on to finish third. But after swapping the lead with Castroneves following a restart with six laps to go, it was the Andretti Autosport driver who made the final and decisive pass.
Castroneves finished second in his bid for his fourth Indy 500 victory. Marco Andretti was third and Carlos Munoz was fourth.
Kurt Busch was sixth in his first race of the day. He was expected to immediately fly to North Carolina for Sunday night’s NASCAR Sprint Cup race.
May 25th 2014 By Fires Stone
I have acquired the the manifesto The Santa Barbara Shooter Roger
Santa Barbara Shooter’s Manifesto
My Twisted World The Story of Elliot Rodger
By Elliot Rodger Introduction
All of my suffering on this world has been at the hands of humanity, particularly women. It has made me realize just how brutal and twisted humanity is as a species. All I ever wanted was to fit in and live a happy life amongst humanity, but I was cast out and rejected, forced to endure an existence of loneliness and insignificance, all because the females of the human species were incapable of seeing the value in me.
This is the story of how I, Elliot Rodger, came to be. This is the story of my entire life. It is a dark story of sadness, anger, and hatred. It is a story of a war against cruel injustice. In this magnificent story, I will disclose every single detail about my life, every single significant experience that I have pulled from my superior memory, as well as how those experiences have shaped my views of the world. This tragedy did
not have to happen. I didn’t want things to turn out this way, but humanity forced my hand, and this story will explain why. My life didn’t start out dark and twi
sted. I started out as a happy and blissful
child, living my life to the fullest in a world I thought was good and pure…
Part One A Blissful Beginning Age 0-5
On the morning of July 24
, 1991, in a London hospital, I was born. I breathed in the first breath of life as I entered this world, weighing only 5.4 pounds. My parents must have been filled with happiness and pride that day. They had just witnessed the birth of their first child, and they named me Elliot Oliver Robertson Rodger. I was born to young parents. My father, Peter Rodger, was only 26 when he impregnated my mother, Chin, who was 30. Peter is of British descent, hailing from the prestigious Rodger family; a family that was once part of the wealthy upper classes before they lost all of their fortune during the Great Depression.
My father’s father
, George Rodger, was a renowned photojournalist who had taken very famous photographs
during the Second World War, though he failed to reacquire the family’s lost
fortune. My mother is of Chinese descent. She was born in Malaysia, and moved to England at a young age to work as a nurse on several film sets, where she became friends with very important individuals in the film industry, including George Lucas and Steven Spielberg. She even dated George Lucas for a short time. My mother and father had been married for a couple of years before my mother became pregnant with me. In fact, her pregnancy was an accident. She had been taking pills to prevent pregnancy, but when she visited my father on one of his film sets, she fell ill and the medication she took for that illness thwarted the effect of the anti-pregnancy pills, and so their lovemaking during this period resulted in my life. Only a couple of months after my birth, I went on my first vacation. My parents took me on a boat to France. I was already a traveler! Of course, I have no memories of this trip. My mother said that I cried a lot.
At the time that I was born, my mother and father were living in a house in London, but shortly after my birth they decided to move to the countryside. We moved to a large house made of red brick in the county of Sussex, with vast grass fields surrounding it. The house even had a name: The Old Rectory. This was where I spent my early childhood, the first five years of my life, and it was beautiful. The memories I have of this period are only memories of happiness and bliss. My father was a professional photographer at the time, just in the stage of becoming a director. My
mother gave up her nursing career to stay at home and look after me. My grandma on my mother’s side,
who I would call Ah Mah, moved in with us to help out my mother. I would spend a lot of time with Ah Mah during these years. This was a time of discovery, excitement, and fun. I had just entered this new world, and I knew nothing of the pain it would bring me later on. I enjoyed life with innocent bliss. I can remember playing in the fields and going on long walks with Ah Mah to pick berries. She would always warn me not to touch the stinging nettles that sometimes grew in our fields, but my curiosity got the better of me, and I got stung a few times. There was a swing in the back of our yard, which I had many good times on. The first birthday I remember was my 3
birthday. My parents threw a party for me in our field. I had
a helicopter birthday cake. I can remember one of my friend’s parents cutting off the first piece and
giving it to my friend. I threw a tantrum because I was expecting to get the first
piece… It was my
birthday after all. My father bought me a toy tractor that I could ride around in, and I would play with it all the time after that. Sometime after my 3
birthday, we all went on a vacation to Malaysia, my mother’s home co
untry. I have only flashes of memory of that vacation. I enjoyed
it very much. We visited a few of my mother’s
relatives. For preschool, I was enrolled at Dorsett House, an upscale all-boys private school in the countryside, near where we lived. I was forced to wear a uniform, which I hated because I had to wear uncomfortable socks up to my knees. I was very nervous and I cried on my first day there. I can remember two friends I made by name, George and David. I would always play in the sandpit with them.
I didn’t like school at Dorsett House very much. I f
ound the rules to be too strict. My least favorite part of it was the football sessions. I never understood the game and I could never keep up with the other boys in the field, so I always stood by the goal-
keeper and pretended to be the “second goal
My favorite part was playing in the woods after lunch. There was a particular climbing structure that I had a lot of fun with. My preschool class once went on a field trip to the park, where I had the misfortune of getting lost. As my class was eating lunch, I ventured off to another area of the park, and when I returned, my class had moved on. I remember panicking and asking strangers for help. It was a terrifying experience for me. I was eventually led to my class by the strangers I talked to. I remember one funny incident when we were taking school pictures. They forced us to sit cross-legged, which I hated doing, so I absolutely refused to sit that way for the picture. The teachers eventually conceded, and the picture was taken with me being the only one sitting differently. The holiday season was the best part of the year for me. It must have been very cold in England, but I
don’t remember the cold. I just remember how much fun I had. I was filled with joy when it started
I loved playing in the snow. My father helped me build a snowman once. We would start with little snowballs, and roll them around our field until we formed the body, and then we would decorate it. During Christmas, my parents always had parties and gatherings.
My father’s best frie
nd, Christopher Bess, who was also my godfather, came to our house frequently.
We would often go to my father’s parent’s house in Smarden, Kent. I would call my grandmother on my father’s side “grandma Jinx”. My
memories of my grandfather, George Rodger, a
re faint; he had fallen very ill at this period. My father’s
brother, uncle Jonny, had a son one year younger than me, who was named George, after my grandfather. I always played
games with cousin George in grandma Jinx’s garden.
The two of us got along well.
On New Year’s Eve our neighbors once set up a bonfire party in the field next to our house. I was
fascinated by how big the fire was. I had never seen anything like it, and it astounded my little mind. This was also the first time I saw fireworks. My father gave me one of those sparklers to play with, which I was enraptured by. There was one very special place that my father would often take me to. It was at the top of a range of
beautiful rolling hills that I termed the “London Hills”, beca
use I thought that London was on the other side of them. We would go there to fly kites. I can remember these experiences vividly. The hills were full of tall straw-like grass, and the weather was always windy
perfect for kite flying. It was a time of utmost happiness and joy for me. My father taught me to fly a kite by myself. The wind was so strong that I feared it would lift up my frail little body and carry me into the clouds. Once I got the hang of it, it was exhilarating. We would fly our kites together and run with the wind. I will never forget that place. My favorite childhood film was The Land Before Time. I used to watch that movie all the time with Ah Mah. It was about a baby dinosaur named Littlefoot who had just lost his mother and was journeying
through a dangerous world to find the “Great Valley”, a land of prosperity an
d peace. I remember the feeling of utter sadness I felt during the scene when his mother died, and the triumphant and happy emotions that swept over me when he finally discovered the Great Valley, after going through all the hardship to get there. I watched this movie so many times that just thinking about it brings the emotions back. It was a big part of my childhood. Already a world traveler, I went on a tri
p to Spain with my parents and my parent’s friend
s Patrick and Lupe. It was the fourth
country I’ve been to at suc
h a young age. We stayed in an exquisite castle-like house that I believe was owned by a friend of ours. The house had a tower that I was extremely curious about. At one point, my parents and their friends ventured up to the top of it, but they made me stay below because I was too young. I was sorely disappointed. As they were climbing the tower I went outside to look at the cacti surrounding the house. These cacti also sparked my curiosity, and I foolishly decided to touch a cactus. I ended up getting cactus needles all over my hand, and it took a long time for my mother to remove them. Shortly after my trip to Spain, we went on another trip to Greece. We stayed at a hotel near the beach. It was very hot there. The weather was new to me, as I was used to the cold British climate. The trip to Greece was significant because during this time, my father received the news of the death of my grandfather George Rodger. He died of natural causes on my 4th birthday, at the age of 87. It was the first experience I had of the death of a close relative, and the first time I saw my father cry. My 4 year old self could not imagine my father ever crying, and so when I saw him cry that day, I knew how shaken he was. It was a very sad day for all of us. We immediately flew home. I believe that it was during the time after my 4
birthday that my father came to the decision to eventually move to the United States. As he was just becoming a director, he believed Los Angeles would offer more opportunities. We took a short trip to California to gain an initial look at it.
remember much of this trip, but I do remember having a good time. At the age of 4, I, Elliot Rodger, had already been to six different countries. Who can claim that, eh? The United Kingdom, France, Spain, Greece, Malaysia, and the United States.
May 24th 2014 By Fires Stone
Tragedy struck on the campus of the University of California Santa Barbara on May 23. A crazed gunman by the name of Elliot Rodgers allegedly shot and killed six people out of sexual frustration.
Elliot Rodgers, 22, allegedly gunned down six people on the campus of the University of California Santa Barbara on the night of May 23. In his own words, Elliot admitted to the act, saying that he did it because women refused to have sex with him.
Santa Barbara Shooter Elliot Rodger Killed 6 Sorority Girls In Massacre
The victims, whose names have not been released yet, were six sorority girls, reports, TMZ. The shooter was also killed in the aftermath of the tragic event, dying of a gunshot wound to the head, but just hours before he released a chilling video detailing just how he was going to carry out his crime.
“We have obtained and we are currently analyzing both written and videotaped evidence that suggests that this atrocity was a premeditated mass murder,” Santa Barbara County Sheriff Bill Brown said.
Bill added in an early morning press conference that gunfire erupted shortly before 9:30 p.m. in Isla Vista, Calif., an area near the UC Santa Barbara Campus.
Elliot allegedly fired dozens of shots while driving and walking through the area, leaving behind a series of nine crime scenes spread across Isla Vista.
Bill added that the YouTube video titled “Elliot Rodger’s retribution” “appears to be connected at this time” but would not elaborate further.
“The shooter” reportedly fled the crime scene in a vehicle after getting in a shootout with sheriff’s deputies. Deputies gave chase in their vehicles until the gunman’s car slammed into one parked on the side of an unknown street.
When deputies approached the vehicle they found “the shooter” dead in the driver’s seat with a gunshot wound to the head, reports the Washington Post.
Eyewitness described the scene as something out of a cowboy movie. Xavier Mozejewski revealed to KEYT that it looked like an “old Western shoot-out,” the Post reports.
Witnesses also described seeing a black BMW, allegedly belonging to Elliot, speeding through the streets, firing bullets at people and various targets in the small university community.
Multiple witnesses say that they saw two people inside of the suspect’s BMW. However, Bill would neither confirm nor deny whether there was a passenger in the car with the shooter.
But what was the cause for all of this madness? According to the DailyMail, Elliot was allegedly against women for not having sex with him — a point which he made very clear on his social media sites.
His social media rants mentioned his “loneliness, rejection, and unfulfilled desires,” and blames women for preferring “obnoxious brutes” to him, “the supreme gentlemen.”
In his now infamous video Elliot says, “I’m 22 years old and I’m still a virgin. I’ve never even kissed a girl.”
“College is the time when everyone experiences those things such as sex and fun and pleasure. But in those years I’ve had to rot in loneliness. It’s not fair. You girls have never been attracted to me. I don’t know why you girls aren’t attracted to me. But I will punish you all for it,” Elliot continued to rant in the video that goes on for almost seven minutes.
TMZ also learned that Elliot has a surprising connection to a hit film franchise.
“We’ve learned [Elliot] Roger is the son of Peter Rodger, the second unit director of the first installment of “Hunger Games,” TMZ reports.
The shooting was so tragic and shocking that it even hit home with music sensation Katy Perry, whose hometown is Santa Barbara. The “Dark Horse” singer even tweeted about the tragic incident.