America is sick. We are a nation of hypochondriacs, obsessed and disengaged from living by an overwhelming concern for how we look and feel. Big Pharma and the cosmetics crapola are racking in the dough treating our wrinkles, pains and aliments.
Look around
among us, what do you see? Those of us who are taking street drugs are sick.
Those of us who buy supposed healthy gimmicks are sick. You folk are the reason
some of us have to tolerate the druggy, gimmicky commercials. Go on, get your needed
exercise by peddling a machine while sitting in the easy chair. Sickness is craziness.
Maybe, it’s a death wish. Maybe, it’s a cry for interpersonal attention. In any case, stop talking about your sicknesses and start looking in the mirror, get a life. Stop talking about your inabilities and start doing for the betterment of yourself and those around you. Better yet, get a backbone and live regardless of your age or supposed pain.
Sorry, there are more important things in life than how you feel. No sympathy here. Knock on wood.
G. Goslaw
Landers, Ca.
