Federal Reserve: No Secrets Here

Tax the rich, feed the poor, etc. Scripted? Aside from the odd clip available on the internet...

I don't routinely watch much mainstream cable news. Love the 3/4 length sleeve "The Who" shirt on Mr. Interviewee. Something I'd definitely want to slip into before shuffling off to the booze store before heading off to the protest to meet chicks and grab a hotdog. Good to see some of the kids still appreciate the great music. The stadium rock pioneers that hailed from a time that I sometimes wish I were a teenager during. Even still I dream of one day playing guitar and singing in a popular progressive-psychedelic rock band who's fan base is comprised mainly by hot MILFs and stylish drug dealers. Maybe we could even convince our favorite news man to have us on one of his broadcasts... we'll raise Cain!



   

Until next time.

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ENOUGH!

Western Medicine & Public Death Care

Western medicine seems to put far more emphasis on treating symptoms resulting from poor lifestyle choices and circumstance. Decades of living a loveless life, not sleeping enough, and continually stressing about disease and dysfunction can wreak havoc on the immune system.

Take someone, let's say a man approaching middle age who has worked at a petrochemical refinery for ten hours a day for the last twenty years and whose basic diet is comprised of convenience foods and cheap beer. His exercise is limited to getting in and out of a pickup truck and walking a few steps several times a day. His sixteen year old daughter is dating some drug dealer twice her age, and he hasn't made love to his wife in almost a year. He feels immeasurable guilt about a clandestine visit to a "massage" parlour he impulsively made when he was drunk... six years ago. He has his mobile phone next to his ear for an average of an hour every working shift.

Our candidate goes to the doctor complaining about headaches and gastrointestinal issues, and the doctor asks, "Do you smoke?"

He smokes about ten or fifteen cigarettes a day, has the occasional cigar, and stresses about cutting back. The doctor prescribes a magic quit-smoking-pill and tells him not to make another appointment until he's quit smoking.