Denver - Good afternoon, everybody! I hope your week went well and your weekend is going swimmingly smooth! Tonight is a night of BIG news events happening! Something BIG will become BIG news tomorrow! People will forget how BIG the BIG news was by Tuesday! Barbara Walters may even give an eulogy - at her own funeral next Saturday!

I am not kidding you!

One of the BIG news going around the blogosphere is the upcoming Earth Hour taking place tonight at 8:00 PM local time. That means that if you are eating at a fancy restaurant tonight at 7:59 PM, you will immediately be asked by restaurant staff to close your eyes because Hillary Clinton’s political boat is rapidly sinking!

So, turn everything off in your homes tonight for an hour. You might save a few pretty pennies along the way.

To be honest with all ya’ll, I’m going to unplug all the lights and electrical appliances in my house tonight for an hour. And after doing that, I am also going to catch tonight’s mixed martial arts (MMA) super-fight between Frank Shamrock and Cung Le.

I am going to do that by hooking up my TV and satellite recorder to my portable, electrical power generator (through a power-surge protector, of course), which has been recharging since very early this morning. So, while all ya’ll are enjoying “lights-out” for an hour or so, I will be watching other people go “lights-out” on TV!

HaHa!

Anyway, click the highlighted text to read more about Earth Day.

To read a couple articles about tonight’s Showtime (ppv) Strikeforce/EliteXC card, click the highlighted links.

I have to go now - the sun is out and the day looks to be much warmer than yesterday, so I’m going skateboarding. Have a great and safe Earth Day tonight in conserving your wallets and reducing light-pollution. And enjoy the fights, too.

Be good .. or be good at it.

Paotie

Denver - Good evening, everybody! I hope you had a safe and great Easter holiday weekend! I bet some of all ya’ll spent time with your families and had great and hearty meals. I am also pretty sure a lot of you went to church and did what church-going people do best: judge!

HaHa!

I’m just kidding with all ya’ll.

Anyway, last week, we went to dinner at a fancy restaurant. It is a fancy restaurant because Paotie sweats in constant fear that the waitress will return with his credit card and ask, “SIR? YOUR CREDIT CARD HAS BEEN DECLINED.”

Great food lured us from across town to the restaurant, which we’d been to many times before. In fact, I always order the same special: buffalo steak and fries (big and greasy fries - just the way I like it), with iced tea and lemon.

As we sat at our table in the tightly-packed restaurant, my eyes scanned all around the restaurant. Everywhere I looked, I saw people scurrying about: some were servers; some were hostesses desperately trying to look overwhelmed; and a few were the occasional “I have got to go to the bathroom RIGHT NOW!” people making mad dashes to the bathrooms.

And speaking of bathrooms, ya’know, like, some people should really just go to the bathroom when they need to do some kind of .. bodily function. And I am not talking about flatulently farting in public, either!

I’m talking about people picking their noses!

I had noticed a couple sitting at a table near the front of the restaurant when we first sat at our table. The man was a white, black-haired and professional dude, sans tie. “Sans” means, “a cool, italicized word!”

I am not kidding you!

His date, well .. I sure hope the woman wasn’t his wife, if ya’know what I’m sayin’. I mean, she was the pretty-looking type: she had blond hair and looked to be primp and proper as if she came straight out of a Leave it to Beaver episode. She sat quite erect and I won’t say more about her pink sweater, other than the fact she seemed quite cold.

Aigh’t?

I pretended to innocently look around the restaurant from time to time because I didn’t want to be too conspicuous about the fact that I can read lips and that I also have a bad habit of people-watching in public. I stare a wee bit too much, which sometimes causes people to become quite angry with me and say things like, “What the fuck are you lookin’ at!?”

So .. the guy talked about how some dude at work was a sonofabitch and that someone else needed an “ass-kicking” or some such stuff like that. And while he talked, I also noticed the woman seemed to have felt a stiff breeze or draft enter the restaurant. A chill spread down my spine.

I watched the guy talk a bit more, and then clear out of the blue, he took a massive finger and shoved it sky-high up his nose! And then did the Twist! And then resumed talking as if nothing had happened!

I blinked, and then I thought I had imagined it because it had looked pretty damn grotesque to witness. As I rubbed my eyes, I decided to give him another chance - maybe my eyes had played tricks on me.

And then he GOUGED his nose once again!

I was repulsed! I was astounded! And I laughed out loud!

I calmed down after I explained to the girls why I had laughed. Except that they were very obvious as they looked back to look at the same couple. I chastised the girls for being so nosy, and after a few fits of giggles, we moved on and talked about other things.

But, being deaf, I am visually addicted to certain things. I cannot help the fact that my eyes are easily swayed by beautiful, odd, unusual, bizarre and even disgusting things, people and their motions.

What I mean to say is that eventually, my eyes found the same couple again. And this time, the man was clearly animated, telling the woman some story about his doctor or something. I felt relieved to be quite honest with all ya’ll because I did not want to laugh out loud again - my tummy was full.

For a few minutes at least, everything was calm and cool. Until he POKED and PRODDED his nose! And then wiped his hand on the white linen cloth on the table!

I was outraged! I was appalled! I had to say something!

Well, before I get to what I said, let me explain something to my deaf friends who might not know: in restaurants packed full of people, there are Random Moments of Quiet that blanket entire restaurants. If a person sneezed in the bathroom at the far end of a restaurant during a Moment of Random Quiet, it would be heard all the way out to the bus stop across the street!

I am not kidding you!

Quiet Moments that are Random happen for no real reason. In a weird convergence of luck, fate and coincidence, all known activity ceases to make a sound within a 500-yard radius of an ongoing Random Moment of Quiet.

You could hear a fuzzy ball fall during a Quiet Random Moment.

I had no way of knowing that the Random Moment of Quiet would occur at the same moment when I declared, “WHAT THE FUCK!? THERE’S A DUDE PICKING HIS NOSE! DIS-GUST-ING!” Everybody inside the restaurant - including the dude at the bus stop outside - had clearly and plainly heard me.

And then people looked at me angrily! People were furious!

And all I could do was laugh. I mean, what could I do? Shout out that I was sorry for being so loud? I’m deaf - people sometimes yell at me when I tell them I’m deaf.

Besides, it’s not like we can plan for those Random Moments of Quiet, ya’know? They just happen, although I’ve got to admit it happens to me far too often than I’d like.

Anyway, the point of today’s article is not about deaf people like me being too loud, and even if we are, it is not our fault! We are deaf! We do not hear! Remember, some of you hearing people have probably YELLED at a deaf person. You know who you are. Don’t lie.

HaHa!

I’m just messin’ with all ya’ll, can ya dig it? Ya’know what I’m sayin’?

The point of today’s article is that nose-picking is not cool. Not cool in public! Let me rephrase this:

DO NOT PICK YOUR NOSE IN PUBLIC

Aigh’t?

Just go to the bathroom, okay? Especially during a Quiet Random Moment.

Be good .. or be good at it.

Paotie

Denver - Good morning! Last night’s dinner went great! We had a great time at a fancy restaurant celebrating the Squirrel that Run Up the Tree over steak, french fries (my favorite!) and drinks. In fact, we even talked about Marlee Matlin’s dancing with the stars, as well as the small crowd of tweakers standing outside, tweaking the night away.

Somehow or another, a singsong popped into my skull. In fact, it is loosely based on the children’s popular song, Twinkle Twinkle Little Star, and I decided to share it with all ya’ll. It’s nothing really - just a little ditty that I can’t get out of my head now. So, if I’ve got to suffer, so do you!

HaHa!

Anyway, here goes:

Tweaker, tweaker, please run far
Please don’t go and steal that car
You’re so dumb and you’re so high
Sooner or later, you’ll cast that die
Tweaker, tweaker, watch that car
How I wonder what you are.

When the blazing gun is done
You’ll be shooting up a ton
When you show your little pipe
Tweaker, tweaker, all the night
Tweaker, tweaker, please run far
How I wonder who you are.

Like a crazy figure in the dark
Thanks you for your tiny little scars
And he’ll never let you go
Until you bake an ounce of coke
Tweaker, tweaker, all the night
Tweaker, tweaker, please run far
How I wonder where you are.

At the park at night you sleep, and
Through the fields you find to creep
And though you never zip your fly
Until you’ve had your morning rise
Tweaker, tweaker, all the night
Tweaker, tweaker, please run far
How I wonder how you are.

As your blighted and many warts
Stare at you with hairy little parts
Though you know not what you are,
Tweaker, please, watch the car
Tweaker, tweaker, please run far
Now do you wonder what you are?

I will have a story for you tomorrow about dinner last night, which includes a rather embarrassing moment for Paotie! Warning: do not speak LOUDLY about people picking their noses in very quiet restaurants! Additional alert: people with non-functioning ears ought to make sure their voices are not LOUD for all the world to hear when Paotie says, “Gawrsh! Look at that dude! He’s picking his nose! Dis-gust-ing!”

Have a great day, everybody!

Be good .. or be good at it.

Paotie

Denver - Good evening, everybody! I hope your week has been going well so far. Tonight’s article is a quick one - it may or may not be my birthday today. Someone left a comment at my blog early this morning that obviously and opulently announced to the whole freakin’ world that it may or may not be my birthday! I am outraged! I am appalled! I am voluptuously and verily veracious a vegetarian!

HaHa!

I’m just messin’ with all ya’all!

Anyway, as I said before, it may or may not be my birthday today. In fact, I am going out to eat with the girls because we are hungry. We are simply going to a nice restaurant that costs a little more than Taco Bell because the girls insist.

Like, I have a choice, all ya’ll.

In fact, I do not believe in birthdays! That’s right. Birthdays are for the Chinese - they are the world’s best managers of birth dates!

I am not kidding you!

If it were my birthday, and it may or may not be, but if it were my birthday .. I might have a drink in a restaurant. I mean, I don’t normally drink, but tonight is a different night.

It’s the anniversary of the Squirrel that Run Up the Tree! It happened last week - exactly seven days ago! The girls think it is, “so cute!” that the rabies-carrying-flea-infested mammalian-monster taunts the animals by making stupid faces before running up the Tree.

I still don’t understand why they yell at me when I tell the dog, “Go get the Squirrel! GET IT! TEAR IT UP! ATTAGIRL! DO IT. DAMN DOG!”

Gawrsh!

But, if I happened to get rid of the pesky pester of a pest - the Squirrel that Run Up the Tree - then we would absolutely have a reason to celebrate! In fact, I could even whip out the ol’ BBQ grill and cook the Squirrel that Run Up the Tree exactly like Survivorman does!

But the girls wouldn’t let me do that. Naturally.

Anyway, I have to go now - the girls are angry with me, but if it were my birthday today - which it may or may not be - I would order a single shot of tequila and gather the girls and our friends around at the table. And then I would stand up and hold my shot-glass high in the air in tribute to all the readers of Paotie’s Green Couch and declare:

Be good .. or be good at it.

Paotie

Denver - Good evening, everybody! I caught sight of the latest questions involving the famous actress, Marlee Matlin, and her voice being dubbed-over during a recent episode of Dancing with The Stars. I am outraged! I am appalled! I am grossly and greatly gentrified by that fact! Why wasn’t Marlee Matlin’s voice used!? I demand answers!

HaHa!

I’m just messin’ with all ya’all. Can ya dig it, ya know what I’m sayin’?

Anyway, we had lots of snow fall over the weekend. Storm after storm raged and blew through the city. At one point, the roads were layered with alternating sheets of ice and snow, which made driving hazardous.

And then I discovered the joys of ice-braking. You see, ice-braking involves driving super fast down hills and at the last possible second, immediately begin singing:

Are you sleeping,
Are you sleeping?
Brother John?
Brother John?
Morning bells are ringing ..

Ice-braking involves little common sense and a complete ignorance of physics. Like, ice-brakers typically believe, “where there’s a will, there’s a way” and try to literally will their vehicles to fly over houses like a rerun of an episode of the Dukes of Hazzard.

In fact, it was early Sunday morning that I encountered a real-life and feral ice-braker! I went for a walk towards a park near our neighborhood, and our street has a blind curve that snakes uphill towards the park.

I was walking down the street towards the park and the curve, all ya’ll.

So .. the roads were icy and covered with a thick layer of powdery snow. As I walked, I had to be careful not to slip and fall and make weird, effeminate noises.

Shrieking, “Omigawd! OMIGAWD! Did that just happen!? OMIGAWD!” like a teenage girl going bonkers after having met Britney Spears in person by accident is not my idea of a good time.

Of course, I was walking in the middle of the street, too. I mean, I am deaf - I am forced to make people veer off roads as I walk down the middle of the street because there’s a sign that says, “Deaf Crossing” near my house. This sign states to everyone else, “Paotie is Crossing! He is Deaf! This is a Deaf Crossing! We must give him the right-of-way at all times. Yes. Yes. We must allow him to walk very slowly - he is Deaf. And Crossing. Aunt Bertha’s funeral can wait - we must respect the Deaf People as they Cross the Street.”

Well, the long of it short is this: a teenage male ice-braker lost control of his car as he approached both the curve and myself at a high-rate of speed. “High-rate of speed” is an official police-like statement for, “super fast!”

When the car slid and bounced over the curb on the curve, the car and its contents were soon in a zero-gravity environment. I saw lots of paper floating around inside the car, as well as dark liquid, a cellphone, pink female thongs, and a once-wet edition of a Playboy magazine!

I am not kidding you!

I checked on the lad to make sure he was fine after the car finally came to a stop near a snow-covered embankment not far from the curbed curve. I gave him the “thumbs-up” signal and he looked at me like a fish in a frying pan. As I shrugged and walked away, I caught a glimpse of him telling his mother on his paper-thin cellphone, “But Mom - he was walking in the middle of the street! TOWARDS ME!”

I figured his parents would probably give him a good yelling and lecture about Crossings of the Deaf. I mean, kids are kids - they’ve got to be told how life works.

Deaf Crossing signs are a good early warning system for people to know that there are people who are Deaf and make Crossings across streets. Deaf Crossing Catholics often Cross themselves as they pray upon the Cross when they Cross streets for Deaf Crossings - kids have got to be taught these things!

The point of this article is that Ms. Matlin’s voice may have been dubbed over, but there is no point in crying foul when a Crossing of the Deaf has been made because in the end, there really were no Crossings that were made. “Whether I’m deaf or not isn’t important,” Ms. Matlin signed as she said. Or said as she signed.

That’s right. Who cares if her voice was dubbed over? If she ain’t worried about it, then nobody else needs to worry about it, either.

Anyway, I have to go now - I am going downtown to collect signatures for a petition to install more Deaf Crossing signs near topless bars as I continue my research efforts to eradicate breast cancer. All ya’ll have a good evening, ya’hear?

And! Plus! A great starter of conversations are ice-brakers!

Pun intended.

Be good .. or be good at it.

Paotie

Denver - Good afternoon, everybody! I hope you had a great and safe weekend! I spent most of the weekend entrapped by raging snowstorms! Travel was impossible! Snowdrifts were piled as high as second-story windows! Winds raged with fierce hurricane-like power at night! Food became scarce as communications broke down! Heating finally became the most important issue by early Sunday morning after the wind caused a tree branch to break a window directly below our room! We were trapped! We had no way out!

It would have made for a really cool story, don’t you think?

HaHa!

I’m just messing with all ya’all, can ya dig it? Ya know what I’m sayin’?

Today is the Green Day of the Irish! We celebrate the Irish saint who is famous for creating Irish Car Bombs!

Tonight, you will probably drink green beer at an Irish pub named, “Mick”-something. And there, you will purposely not wear green so that the hot, blonde Irish chick wearing a tight green shirt will pinch you! And then ask you out on a hot date!

Some of you will drink Guinness and sing jolly, Irish songs like, “Irish Spring Soap Lathers Better Than Lotion!” And then you will draw Irish clovers and hang them over your head to entice hot, blonde and (hopefully) drunk Irish chicks to kiss you - because it is Irish custom!

Another Irish custom involves genes and alcohol. All through the night tonight, you will develop a short, Irish temper because alcohol causes Irish genes to mutate from peaceful people towards riot-fueled soccer fans. That is why there are always riots in Europe - because of the Irish!

I am not kidding you!

If you’re smart, you will drink lots of water before you go to bed to avoid a hangover! Or you will drink raw eggs in the morning in a fit of bravado to your Irish (and hopefully still) drunk maiden and declare, “vomiting is for Brits!” shortly before upchucking scrambled eggs. In any case, the vast majority of you will have the famous Irish hangover - a full day of suffering a nasty and angry Irish headache.

But to be fair to the Irish, they sure know how to have a jolly good time. They always sing in pubs. And they always seemingly have bagpipes and potatoes around, too. I mean, there’s a saint that gives people permission to get freaky and wildly drunk tonight.

And! Plus! Tonight’s the night to be Irish and jovial - especially in America. If you’ve got Irish genes in your family, do not believe the Irish nationals who insist that the only Irish on the planet are the ones who live in Kilkenny, Ireland - there are Mexicans who are also Irish!

So, tonight, if you’re in an Irish pub and drinking Irish Car Bombs, be sure to shout, “Omigawd! They killed Kenny in Kilkenny! Those British bastards!” when you slam down your mugs.

I would know - I’m part Irish. So, all ya’ll going out tonight to celebrate St. Patrick’s Day tonight, please have fun and do not drink and drive!

Especially if you live in Ireland.

Be good .. or be good at it.

Paotie

Denver - Good morning, everybody! I hope you’re doing good these days! Seek Geo is one of the most popular v/bloggers that I’ve come across in my brief time as a blogger. Not only is he Deaf and has excellent ASL and English skills, he is also sexy! True story! And! Plus! If you make him laugh, he will immediately rip off his yellow shirt ala the Incredible Hulk and toss it high up into the air and yell, “Offsides! 10 yard penalty for Paotie!”

HaHa!

Can all ya’ll dig it, ya know what I’m saying?

Aigh’t?

What if I wrote blogs in singular sentences like this?

Wouldn’t that be weird?

Like .. it’d be easy to type really, super, duper long articles!

And all ya’ll could read “really long” articles in a matter of minutes!

Or not!

WOW! I cannot help myself!

Seek Geo! Please rip off that yellow shirt right now!

HaHa!

I’m just messin’ with all ya’ll, can you dig it? Ya know what I’m sayin’?

I want to direct all ya’ll to Seek Geo’s article and check out what he had to say. Trust me - it’ll be worth it.

I also discovered a sweet blog last week - Candy’s.

She’s cute!

She’s fresh!

And she’s most definitely def!

And Irish!

And sexy!

And nice!

Ut-oh! Here comes the singular sentences again!

HaHa!

Another v/blogger I came across is Banjo’s v/blog. He discusses lots of things, including movies on television. He is a great writer and also provides captions for his vlogs.

There’s actually lots more v/bloggers out on the blogosphere that I enjoy reading/conversing with but there’s too many to list here. From time to time, I will publish articles discussing some of these cool people.

And if you’re lucky, you might even have your name in the title of an article!

Like sexy Seek Geo! GO SEEK GEO GO!

HaHa!

Okay .. the iced chai I had this morning sure had an extra kick to it.

Gawrsh!

Anyway, I have to go now - my manicure is in 10 minutes and will be done by a hot, blonde chick! And I also hope all ya’ll check out Seek Geo, Candy, and Banjo and their v/blogs today.

It’ll be worth your time, I promise.

Have a great day today!

Be good .. or be good at it.

Paotie

Denver - A reader of Paotie’s blog sent in an email regarding a planned class-action lawsuit involving tens of thousands of deaf students, charges of physical and sexual abuse, and the deprivation of American Sign Language (ASL) for deaf students in Canadian deaf residential schools. A lawsuit filed Tuesday in Edmonton - against the Alberta government - is the “opening shot in a massive class action” lawsuit involving 61,500 students and 12 provincially-funded schools across Canada.

Reports are surfacing from Canada that a major law firm is suing the Alberta government for alleged physical and sexual abuse in deaf residential schools in Canada. Tony Merchant of The Merchant Law Group filed the lawsuit on Tuesday in an effort to broaden the lawsuit’s scope to include all other deaf people who attended the Alberta School for the Deaf between 1955-1996.

Among the charges including physical and sexual abuse by staff members towards students are additional complaints of “exploitation” by male deaf students against deaf females within the residential schools. Students’ shame and the deprivation of American Sign Language (ASL), the lawsuit claims, contributed to the alleged abuses, which went unreported for years.

A similar class-action lawsuit charging abuse was filed in 2004 and later settled for $15 million with deaf students of a British Columbia high school. Since that time, however, The Merchant Law Group alleges that little has been done to resolve long-standing patterns of abuse against deaf children.

Students were allegedly subjected to being “choked, slapped, strapped and hit with a wire hanger, a hairbrush and a hockey stick during their time at the school, which range from six to 13 eyars,” according to the Vancouver Sun’s online report. Teachers also allegedly dumped cold water on students to, “wake them up in the morning and used rope to tie a child’s hands to punish him for picking his nose.”

The Merchant Law Group also blames “abysmal” graduation rates in Canadian residential schools due to alleged and systematic abuse. The Canada East Online web site is reporting that Mr. Merchant stated, “You have students there for the purpose of getting their Grade 12 and very few did because of all these problems in the schools.”

Mr. Merchant also added, “The schools were trying to get them to learn to speak even though they couldn’t hear their own words,” he said. “They didn’t like to do that. It was hard for them to do that and they were punished, often severely.”

Henry Vlug, a lawyer who has acted on behalf of the Canadian Association of the Deaf and former president of the group, said schools dedicated solely to the deaf do a lot of good.

“Personally I think that class actions are a bad way to deal with this, but that government resistance often makes it the only option,” Vlug said in an e-mail exchange with The Canadian Press.

For more information, click the links below:

Vancouver Sun

Canada East Online

Paotie

Denver - Good afternoon, everybody! I hope you’re having a great weekend so far! Those of you living in snowed out areas - please email me your snow! Anyway, I came across a couple blogs over the weekend that made me smile! And want to become a sex-crazed alcoholic! And in Italy! With Muggles, too!

HaHa!

I’m just messin’ with all ya’ll! Can ya dig it, ya know what I’m sayin’?

Anyway, The Sexy Italian Mom (aka “Jodi”) kicked off the weekend with an article about body shots! Actually, her article was less about bodies than it was about having fun - even if she was slightly tipsy in her “tight” jeans.

And then she did a follow-up article with a piece about the sexy word, “sexy!” I learned, for instance, that Italians think that Fonzie was very “cheesy” - and not in a good way! And! Plus! Jodi revealed what really made Joanie love Chachi - his cheesy lines!

HaHa!

Jodi’s a fun-lovin’ woman, I reckon. She seems to be the kind of woman who can let her hair down when she wants and knows how to have fun. In fact, she is sexy in my opinion because she’s a fun-lovin’ woman.

Fun-lovin’ women RULE!

LaRonda wrote a titillating and sexily sensual article about .. having fun! She doesn’t drink (like me), but she still knows how to have a good time. LaRonda also seems to be of the same mold as Jodi: a fun-lovin’ woman!

*watches Cyndi Lauper sing on YouTube*

That’s all they really want
Some fun
When the working day is done
Girls - they want to have fun
Oh girls just want to have fun

There are actually a lot more women that I’ve come across on DeafRead who are also like LaRonda and Jodi: fun-lovin’ women. There’s too many to name, but you already know who they are.

Fun-lovin’ women are sexy!

So, I wanted to let all ya’ll know that there are actually people out there in the world who know how to have fun and actually have fun. Besides - you might learn something from them, too.

I did! I learned that Italian men think Fabio is Fonzie’s cheesy, bastard son!

HaHa!

Anyway, I have to go now - I’m going to the thrift stores today after being reminded by Gnarlydorkette about how interesting and fascinating thrift stores are fun to browse through. They are great places to find unique clothes that look great and are inexpensive .. for Muggles.

I hope you have a great and fun day today.

Be good .. or be good at it.

Paotie

Denver - Good evening. I hope you had a good week and are ready for the weekend. I just caught an Associated Press (AP) news story regarding an epidemic of American troops returning home with significant hearing loss. The military is also developing a “hearing pill” to combat hearing damage and losses among US troops.

“The numbers are staggering,” said Theresa Schulz, a former audiologist with the Air Force and author of a report titled, Troops Return With Alarming Rates of Hearing Loss, published in 2004. According to the AP report, “Hearing damage is the No. 1 disability in the war on terror.”

By 2011, 18% of the veterans and troops on disability will have “hearing damage,” and disability payments are expected to total $1.1 billion annually. The report further adds, “Anyone with at least a 10% percent hearing loss in hearing qualifies for disability.”

The use of powerful roadside bombs - which, “cause violent changes in air pressure that can rupture the eardrum and break bones inside the ear” - is one major contributor to troops suffering significant hearing loss. Bombs and gun battles also present major threats to troops’ hearing.

The military’s response has been to provide troops with specialized earplugs. Even with the earplugs, some blasts can still cause damage; and some troops were not properly trained or taught how to use the ear plugs and suffered hearing damage.

The military is also working to develop a “hearing pill.” According to the AP report, “An early study in 2003 on 566 recruits showed a 25 to 27 percent reduction in permanent hearing loss,” and that, “… further testing is planned.”

For more on this story, click the link to the AP story, “AP Impact: US Troops Losing Hearing.”

Have a great weekend!

Be good .. or be good at it.

Paotie