My First Blog Post

The world is changing way too fast. No sense in trying to keep up! Nope. TIME TO GO CAMPING….PERMANENTLY. Peace quiet solitude. A good book, couple of movies, sketch pad, map of the park, hiking trails, fishing gear, 30 amp plug in, camp fire, can of beans, hotdogs, hamburger and life is good again.

“It Could Never Happen Here!”

by Mr. Schnell

Inside The Bubble

The Blissfully Ignorant

Believe Garbage And Rubble



Money And Lies;


Describes Their Deplorable Lives

Planned Well

Insidious Creep

A Cult Spell

Makes Normal Folk Weep.

Countries Near And Far


“How Brainwashed We Are!”

Exceptional, Arrogant

The Nationalist Flame

Head In The Sand

When Coronavirus Came.

Oblivious To The Danger

They Pass It To Strangers.

Stupid … No Fear

Too Cold Hearted For Tears

The Cult Believes

“It Could Never Happen Here!”

Bartender … Another Beer.

Corona Virus Booklet

Don’t Do This At Home (…hold The virus in your hand…that is)!

by Mr. Schnell

This is a compilation of cartoons thrown together to make a booklet. I am old school and like to hold a manuscript or book or magazine, peruse then leave it where I found it.

That isn’t a great idea in light of today’s viral pandemic. So I decided it is best to digitalize and post.

A little background information first:

The cover depicts a cartoon I did after a couple living in Arizona was reported to have listened to Trump bloviate about Chloroquine and it’s miracle effects. They found chloroquine was an ingredient in their fish tank cleanser so they decided to mix it in a drink. They drank it and the husband died and wife became very very ill.

These acronyms appear on page 5;

AMF YO-YO” means “Adios My Friends, You’re On Your Own”. (The “MF” can also be exchanged for the well known profanity…your choice).

OTD” means “Out The Door”

Now for the booklet (Our public service message):

The Cover

Back Cover
Stay Safe Isolate


by Mr.Schnell


It is up to you to be responsible. Consider everyone a potential carrier. Your life may depend on it. Isolation, mask, and gloves have shown to be effective in South Korea, Japan, and other countries to decrease the spread. Take a lesson from the crisis and death counts reported in Italy and Spain. They did not heed the call and now are paying a heavy price.

If you don’t take this serious and pay attention to the warnings our health care system will be overwhelmed in a very short time. Without a doubt, you doubters, this is a matter of life and death. The Virus Attacks Your LUNGS and your “WILLFUL IGNORANCE” With A Vengeance!


A Calming Video

by Mr. Schnell

A friend sent a 15.2 MB video via e-mail. It had a nice message with a calming effect. I tried to post a link but it wasn’t loading correctly. I liked the video so I will tell you where it is without the link if you are curious.

Go to google and type in:

RIYA SOKOL -Thank You, Coronavirus – YouTube

I clicked on the site and it had a 2 minute video. Not depressing. I liked it.

Sorry I wasn’t able to post a link here. The video may not be a supported format for WordPress but in Google it opened fine.


Solid Advice

I am hooked on this blog “Mock Paper Scissors” and hope to someday be honored the distinction of being awarded “scissorhead” status. Read the comments especially by Sirius lunacy, brucedesertrat, julesmomcat, Dennis Cole, MDavis and of course master of ceremony and chief sissorhead the razor sharp tengrain. Check out “Hello (From the Inside)” an adelle parody in the comments section.

Mock Paper Scissors

Well, uh, if you say so…

(Hat tip: Scissorhead Skinny-D)

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My Campfire – The Fire Within

I am in voluntary self isolation because of the current pandemic. On a normal day when the world was normal (before Trump and Corona Virus), I would be out camping, hiking, and enjoying nature unspoiled by people,,,the spoilers. I miss it.
Then I ran across earthwalking13’s blog post. I am sitting at home in front of a computer, reading and for a short time it conjured up and took me to the places I really want to be….


I don’t remember where I heard this expression.  Or perhaps I never did.  It may have sprung into the recesses of my mind.  From a dream.  A whisper from the wind.  An echo from the stars.  But I use it sparingly.  With depth of heart.  For it holds several meanings to me.

“You’re always welcome at my campfire.”


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Shout Out To Political Cartoonists Milt Priggee and Clay Jones

by Mr. Schnell

I like Milt Priggee’s art and political cartoons. Check out the link and see more of his work.



He draws great animals, devils, angels, trucks, caricatures, submarines, sharks, killer whales, ocean scenes…everything!

Our professional political cartoonists are a treasure. Support if you can.

Another great political cartoonist I follow is Clay Jones. I subscribe to his blog and hate it when he beats me to the punch which he pretty much does every day. For more examples of his work check out the link below


This Happened To Me in August 2018

by Mr. Schnell

I had two patients and one was on MRSA isolation with a lumbar drain, bedridden on bedrest orders, and requiring close hourly observation of spinal fluid output from his drain. My other patient was a failure to thrive open heart patient 10 days post op, going in and out of atrial fib. Confused. Magnesium IV boluses were ordered and given, temporarily controlling the arrthymia.

I was busy jumping between the two rooms, constantly gloving and gowning in the isolation room or rushing to the other room to keep the confused atrial fibber in bed. He was unsteady on his feet. He’d already fallen a few times on other shifts when he got out of bed unassisted. The unit was full and everyone was busy. The charge nurse had two patients but managed to get one transferred out four hours into the shift.

I worked a 12 hour shift. Five hours into the shift my lumbar drain had projectile vomiting. I tried to set up suctioning the previous shift didn’t do. Normally I would have seen that and set it up but my other confused patient kept me busy and I forgot to even see if the lumbar drain guy had a working set up. He didn’t. He blew chunks across the room. I turned and dodged a full facial but he hit the only part of my plastic protection gown open in the back. I later found he also got my hair, beard, glasses and pants.

I cleaned up the patient and the room. No one was available to help, they were all busy. I could feel the hot vomit turn cold on my back by time I finished the cleanup.

I called the night shift supervisor who refused to help and told me to call housekeeping for clean scrubs. I paged three times. No answer. I spent 5-6 hours in dirty scrubs, needed a shower and clean clothes but could get no one to relieve me so I could clean up. I eventually snuck into the clean linen closet and procured a pair of patient pajamas. I was as careful as possible not to contaminate other areas but that is pretty much only wishful thinking.

I got through the shift. There was a lot of laughing at my expense especially with me wearing ill fitting patient pajamas.

My charge nurse gave report to the day shift and must have given a humorous rendition of my night. Her and my manager emerged from report and looked over at me laughing as they walked down the hall. The day nurse assuming care of my patient told me I don’t need to tell him anything.

Laughing he stated, “I heard all about it!”

I got home and finally got my shower. That is when I found residue in my hair, beard, and on my glasses. I soaked my scrubs separately in a bucket with bleach for a day. Washed them twice, then did a meticulous cleansing of the wash machine. This was MRSA after all.

I did a thorough cleaning of my truck too!

I was not scheduled for work for two days and returned on a Saturday night. It was my turn to float so I was assigned to the medical floor. As I was walking out of the ICU break room, not inches from the door to exit, one of my coworkers decided to add insult to injury.

“Don’t get vomit on yah!”

Now I am a slow burn and I had almost three days to “simmer” about my MRSA shower, getting laughed at, the clean up, no assistance. I thought I came to closure, that this is health care and “shit happens.”

I thought I had personally, internally resolved this issue.


When I heard those five words; “Don’t get vomit on ya!” … it took me back to picking undigested food chunks out of my beard and moustache.

The simmer turned to rage! I erupted.


I left the room fuming and immediately regretted my loss of composure and self control. There would be consequences.

I had an uneventful shift on the other floor. We helped each other out. It was nice and a wonderful reprieve from the ICU and it’s ever present dysfunction.

I returned to work Sunday night in the ICU where the hospital police were waiting for me and read me my Miranda rights. Apparently some of my nursing male colleagues were so fearful of my outburst they filed a complaint.

I made no statement. Informed the supervisor I was read my rights and wished to leave and contact my attorney. I did.

The “misunderstanding” was resolved. Apologies issued all around and later I was informed I was welcome back with open arms. All forgiven all forgotten.

I went straight to human resources and filed for retirement and retired. I never returned to the ICU but my friends kept me informed of the rumors. The two male coworkers, buddies until my outburst , went into overdrive character assassination.

I left dysfunction central forever and went camping, hiking, and get to sleep at night (something I have missed for 38 years).

I recently saw this article requesting retired healthcare workers consider returning to the microbial soup kitchen:


As an ICU nurse I have dealt with TB exposure, hepatitis risks, needle sticks, HIV from Aids patients in the mid and late 1980s, a potential ebola outbreak back during the Obama administration (he successfully protected America from an ebola hell-on-earth scenario) and now we have this corona virus which the willfully ignorant have willfully ignored but can’t anymore. The problem we face today is leadership under a moron who will get untold thousands killed.

I am retired and have followed this pandemic through Chris Martenson’s Youtube video updates since early January. When late night comedians made jokes about China’s crisis (as if we were immune) I didn’t find it the least entertaining or funny. My MRSA experience is still fresh in mind. I didn’t think it funny then and I don’t find it humorous now. With corona virus now in the mix contamination has deadly consequences for older nurses. Not a place to be with a schadenfreude crew.

If my former coworkers still remember me, they may now possibly appreciate my outburst in a different light as they face this crisis head on. I regret my meltdown but it gave me the push to retire and the opportunity to have 14 months before this pandemic nightmare hit. For that I am thankful.

As for returning to health care… explore my blog site. Tell me what you would do.

Trump would have to resign, a real leader take charge, and an effective corona virus battle plan implemented. We have lost precious time.

Until then

Stay Safe


Mr. Schnell Out


I heard rumors of healthcare workers experiencing a black lash. Nurses going to grocery stores are being assaulted by other shoppers fearful the nurses are carrying the virus from work. I hope this isn’t true but it sure wouldn’t surprise me. I have been spit on , punched, and cussed at work by people and their families I was helping. Nope. Stories like this are no surprise to me anymore …not since trump took office.