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Fake News

Recently I started reading a series of articles from The Associated Press entitled Not Real News: A Look At What Didn’t Happen This Week.  There was a time when purveyors of “creative news” were never taken seriously.  Tabloids such as The National Enquirer were read for humor and entertainment not for serious news. I fondly remember the “Bat Boy Found In West Virginia Cave” published with genuine drawings (who can dispute that?). 

With the advent of the Internet all of that has changed. We no longer seem to be able to differentiate between real news, satire, humor, and just plain bull shit.  It has become necessary for reputable news organizations to attempt to debunk the more outrageous claims that circulate under the guise of news. 

Everyone is familiar with the now common place phrase “fake news”.  It is generally used in an attempt to discredit a news story.  But do we ask ourselves, is the story is factually incorrect or is it just something with which we disagree?

 Rather than causing a reflex response, either in agreement or disagreement, the label should get us thinking.  What makes it fake?  What are the facts behind the story?  Do we trust the reporting, or the person making the claim and how have we arrived at that conclusion?  We should use this as an opportunity to think critically about the news and the people involved.

 Numerous studies have shown the Internet to be a vast reservoir of misinformation, incomplete data, and downright fabrication.  This would not be a problem if the same studies did not also show the more outrageous or unlikely the claims on the Internet, the more likely they are to be shared.

Why is this?  Studies have been done about how and why people share Internet data. The most common reason is that they think that their friends would find them to be interesting, fun or just plain crazy. One problem with this is people are more likely to give credence to information on websites shared by friends.

So, what this means is: I read something on a website that I think is just outrageous and I sent it to you because I think you will get a laugh. Because you think that I’m a reasonable person and respect my opinion, you believe that I accept it as true. Therefore, you are more likely to accept it as true. This leads to a cascade a false information entering common perception.

A large part of this is due to the breakdown of critical thinking in our society as a whole. So just what is critical thinking? According to a commonly accepted definition:

“Critical thinking is the intellectually disciplined process of actively and skillfully conceptualizing, applying, analyzing, synthesizing, and/or evaluating information gathered from, or generated by, observation, experience, reflection, reasoning, or communication, as a guide to belief and action.”

OK, this is a long-winded way of saying think for yourself. Before you forward any outrageous, funny or just plain crazy website or email to friends be sure and let them know your opinion about it. If you’re forwarding it just because you think it’s crazy, tell them that. They’ll be less likely to accept it as your opinion and less likely to adopt it as their own. We all need to be responsible for what we do or don’t accept. Unfortunately, we also must accept responsibility for passing on false information to friends who may accept it based on what they think is our recommendation.

Is it true or is it false? You need to decide that for yourself. But don’t fall into the trap of just accepting everything that shows up in your inbox as being truthful. Make the effort and take the time to look for the truth behind the headline. And that includes this post as well. 

The most reliable method is to evaluate the source.  Is it an acknowledged expert or organization?  If it relates to scientific information, does it contain verifiable data or reference to published, peer reviewed studies?  If it is opinion, is it clearly labeled as such?

One final piece of advice for evaluating Internet information; be very suspicious of anything from an anonymous source or from a site attributed to a group with a vague name such as The Institute for the Advancement of My Opinion.  It is likely that the institute is located in his parents’ basement.  Finally, always be suspicious about anything that begins: “The Truth About….”.  You’re unlikely to find much truth there.

So, to end this post, The Grumpy Doc says think for yourself, know what you believe, and you won’t go wrong.  (Unless, of course, you disagree with The Grumpy Doc.)

We have become a society consumed by the concept of fairness. Things of which we disapprove or perceive to be to our disadvantage are unfair. Things we perceive as being to our advantage or of which we approve are fair. What is fair to me may be unfair to you and vice versa. I’ve given a lot of thought to this whole concept of fairness and in many ways have struggled with an answer that satisfies me.

The first time I really started thinking about it was when my children were young.  They frequently declared that things were unfair.  Of course, these were generally things they didn’t like, such as dad telling them they couldn’t go certain places or do certain things. They could never explain what they meant by not fair other than they didn’t like it. But in their defense no one else seems to be able to adequately describe it either.

Denouncing something as unfair has become a socially acceptable way of saying “I don’t like it.”  It seems to say that fairness has some intrinsic value like good or evil. These are two other concepts which also are difficult to explain but have a more intuitive meaning than fairness. Is it fair that one person works harder than another and so makes more money? Is it fair that one person was born with musical ability? Is it fair that another person is born with natural athletic talents?  (If it were up to me, I’d say it is unfair since I have neither musical nor athletic ability.)

For many, the natural inequities of life create a perceived issue of fairness or unfairness. The beneficiaries of natural gifts will of course consider it fair that they are able to benefit from those gifts. Those who perceive themselves without such gifts will deem it unfair and ask for special considerations to allow them to be equal with those they consider more advantaged. 

So, what is The Grumpy Doc’s opinion about fairness. Well, I’ll tell you what I told my kids. There is no absolute fairness. You cannot define fairness to the satisfaction of all people. Things are the way they are. If you don’t like them, work hard to change them. If you do like things, work hard to keep them the same.

If there is any fairness, it is that we should all have an equal opportunity to work for the things that we want.  That doesn’t mean we all start from the same place and those who have been disadvantaged by society in the past must be give equal opportunity with consideration of past inequalities.  To those who say they have never benefitted from special consideration: “What’s your golf handicap?”

Do I know how to achieve these things?  Sadly, no.  That is for people smarter than me.  Do I consider it unfair that there are people smarter than me? No, I’m glad.  If The Grumpy Doc were the smartest guy around, we would all be in trouble. 

Memorial Day began to honor those who died in defense of our country.  Over time we also recognized the sacrifice of police and fire fighters.  Now, in the face of the latest threat to our nation, let us add to the list of honor those in health care, education, and other vital industries whose lives were lost providing for our safety and security.  May God bless them and their families.

Biblical:

In the beginning was the word. The word was with God. It was good.  The people were pleased.

Political:

In the beginning was the word. The word was changed. The change was revised. The revision was amended. The amendment was edited. The edit was deleted. The deletion was suspended. The suspension was removed.  The removal was superseded. It was confusing. The people were not pleased.

Take what you will from the insights of The Grumpy Doc.

Can it get any better than this?

My daughter shared this with me after my last two posts. I initially thought this was some type of clever photoshop product. But, after some admittedly superficial research, it appears that this was a actual option offered by VW in Europe in 1959. I don’t know how many they actually sold, but I sure would have bought one.

Take that Tesla. You think you’re so high tech. Elon, with a self driving car it would be a lot easier to brew coffee.

I’d like an extra-large, soy, fat free, sugar free, decaf macchiato with no whip, extra cinnamon and two pumps of caramel syrup. Did I miss something there? Coffee was never even mentioned. It’s come to the point when I go into a coffee shop and order a coffee, I’m asked what flavor I want. Well, I’ll tell you what flavor I want, I want coffee flavored coffee.

I’ve been thinking back to the day when the only questions asked about coffee were cream or sugar. Coffee was strong and hot and generally served in a large, heavy china mug.   I started drinking coffee when I was a sophomore in high school. The first coffee I ever bought was at Leonard’s drugstore.  This was back in the days when pharmacies had soda fountains and lunch counters. They had a sign behind the counter that said, “Our coffee may not be very good, but it is only 5 cents”. But they were wrong though, their coffee was great. It tasted just like being a grown up.

I had to join the Navy to find out how really dreadful coffee could be while at the same time being absolutely necessary. I checked onto my first ship as the junior corpsman assigned to the dispensary. My first job was making coffee. We had one of the old fashioned 30 cup percolators so that our Chief Petty Officer wouldn’t have to walk down to the Chiefs’ galley to get his coffee.

I got up early, went into the dispensary, and got the coffee urn. When I opened it up to start making coffee, I discovered it was really dirty. So, I set to scrubbing it until it shined. I then made the coffee exactly like the instructions that were given to me.

The Chief came in and got a cup of coffee.  He stopped midway through his first sip and a strange look came over his face. He looked at me and said, “What the hell did you do to this coffee?” I was stunned, I just looked at him and said, “Well, I started out washing the pot“.  He cut me off right there and said with dismay, “You did what? You ruined it! You never wash the coffee pot!”

At first, I thought it was some type of practical joke. Then I discovered that Navy Chiefs do not joke about coffee. He was deadly serious that washing the pot would ruin the coffee. And it wasn’t just the pot that was never washed.  Those heavy mugs that every Chief Petty Officer constantly carried were never washed and hardly ever even rinsed out. The inside of his mug was stained a deep black. I’m sure he could have brewed a cup of coffee simply by pouring boiling water into the empty mug.

But for truly bad coffee, nothing could hold a candle to the thick black liquid brewed in the crew’s galley. I’m not sure exactly how large those coffee urns were but they looked like they must have held at least 20 gallons. They weren’t emptied until all the coffee had been drunk and that might take hours. If you were drawing the last of the coffee from the bottom of the urn it oozed into your cup. You could stand your spoon in it. But when you had the midnight watch it would keep you awake. This was the only time that I’ve ever drunk sugar in my coffee. I think that it actually turned it into molasses given the consistency of it.

After college I discovered that the Marine Corps also ran on coffee. A Marine Corps breakfast was a cigarette and a cup of black coffee. However, for those of us in the infantry, most of our coffee was instant and made in a canteen cup. We often added some powdered cocoa to it to make it palatable. I guess you could have called that Marine Corps mocha.  Now more than 40 years later I still cannot abide instant coffee. 

I remember once seeing a poster of a Marine Sergeant holding a cup of coffee and saying, “Latte is French for you paid too damn much for that cup of coffee.”  Although I have to admit, at times I venture to the dark side. I still avoid syrups and flavors, but I do like my Cafe Americano, a double shot of espresso with an equal amount of hot water. And it does taste like coffee, a whole lot like coffee.  It would certainly keep me awake on the midnight watch, and probably for another two days as well.

One sure sign of getting old is the frequent use of “When I was a kid”.   This is part of that golden mist of age that makes everything from your youth seem better, and the longer ago it was, the better it was.  While things may be much better in my memory than they actually were, I’m not so far gone as to think that my memories are a true reflection of the past. Let’s start with the thing that men love above all others, cars. 

Even the most nostalgically oriented of us must recognize cars have never been better than they are today. The engineering is fantastic. Cars handle better, are safer, more comfortable and are more efficient than they ever have been. I only have to look back at my first car to feel an affection for the past. It was a 1957 Ford Fairlane with a 6-cylinder engine, a 1 barrel carburetor and a two speed automatic transmission. (if you even know what a carburetor is, then you’re in the nostalgia zone.)

I loved that car, but it was certainly mechanically challenged. It had power nothing, and that included the motor. It had a zero to 60 speed that was best timed in minutes not seconds. If I stepped on the gas pedal the windshield wipers would stop. If the brakes got wet I was lucky if the car would stop. It had hand rolled windows, no air conditioning, and no radio.  A sound system, you must be kidding. 

The first thing I did when I got that car was take off the hubcaps and paint the wheels metallic silver and the lug nuts black. Then I drilled a couple of holes in the muffler and advanced the timing just a little bit to make it rumble like a race car (at least in my imagination). But even I’m not so naïve as to believe that it comes close to anything like the vehicles we have now.

As much of a mechanical marvel as today’s cars are, they are in large part boring. Particularly with the rise of the SUV’s, they are not much more stylish than a box on wheels. The 1950s and 60s were the heyday of car design. What car made today has the style and the elegance of a Cadillac El Dorado convertible or has the stunning beauty of the Jaguar XKE? OK, so maybe we do have to overlook tailfins, but then no one is perfect.

But there is one thing that I do miss, and there is nothing now that can compare to it. And that is the service station. Of course, now we have mini marts and convenience stores with gas pumps out front. While you’re pumping your gas, you can get an overpriced coffee, a hot dog, a Slurpee, and any variety of snacks, beer or soft drinks. But the one thing you can’t get is service.

For those of you not old enough to have experienced the service station I’ll give you a brief synopsis of a visit at a top service station. You would pull up to the pump and the service station attendant would come out to your car. He would clean your windshield, check the oil, check the water in your radiator, check the air in your tires and pump your gas. You never had to leave your car.

Now I know what some of you are thinking; my new car never has to have the oil or the water checked and it also has self-monitoring for my tire pressure. But I just have to tell you, there’s nothing like sitting back and having someone else take care of your car. For the cost of a tank of gas you felt like you were getting top line treatment. I’ve never seen a mini mart that can give me that.

It is a generally believed that one way to keep your mind active and to forestall Alzheimer’s to become actively involved mentally in learning new things. A lot of people do this using crossword puzzles and other forms of problem-solving. I tried crossword puzzles, but they didn’t work for me. I usually know the word, but my spelling is so horrible I can’t quite get them to fit.  I downloaded a crossword puzzle app onto my iPad that has spellcheck build in, but that just seemed like cheating.

One of the things I decided to do was to start this blog. I thought all of the learning would be involved in creating content. Doing research, structuring the content and the editing the results. I didn’t realize how wrong I was.

The real learning has been in trying to figure out the technical aspects of creating this website. There is a whole lot more to it than I ever expected. Beginning with the fact that you need to have a web host. I have always been more of a user than a tech guy and I guess I just assumed that you would go online and start typing.

The web host gives you my structure or foundation upon which to build your website. In essence programs like Facebook or Twitter might be considered Web hosts where someone else created the structure. I was just never familiar with that term. One of the problems I faced is that the instructions assume a level of familiarity with social media and other online functions that I don’t have.  But, for better or worse, I’m plowing on.

I haven’t quite figured out yet how to structure this site to leave feedback. Twice I thought I had it set up and neither time did my posts allow for feedback. Hopefully, when I post this one, I’ve gotten it figured out.  If so, I would love to hear from you.