National Health

        I was watching Bill Maher a couple of days ago. He was talking about what we should do about health coverage. The Dems want Medicaid for all, like Europe. Should we?

        He then went into a tirade about how the whole question could be moot if we would just watch what we put into our mouths better. He came out with a picture of people watching the launch of Apollo 11, fifty years ago. Look how slim they all looked! He showed us an old picture of the circus Fat Man. “Now he’s just fat!”

True! At 250 pounds, I could have been that circus Fat Man!

And do you remember New Jersey Governor Chris Christie before his weight loss surgery? Even I was astounded!  Although he was good natured enough to have joined into the jokes, he could have been that circus Fat Man easily! 

It’s not only eating that gets to me. Smoking drives me crazy. While we’re so concerned about drug abuse and spend so much money on drug abuse and treatment, do we ever think to count tobacco as a form of drug abuse? If a person were to go into a drug abuse treatment center, could he get treatment for smoking tobacco? Yet it’s one of the world’s most popular and most addictive forms of drug abuse, perhaps more so than alcohol!

Unfortunately, it doesn’t get the headlines because it’s not as dramatic. Nobody falls over and dies from a tobacco overdose and few people steal or commit crimes for tobacco money, but, while you may have one member of your family who died from narcotics or some other drug, I bet half your family died twenty years earlier than they had to because of complications of tobacco use. Perhaps you will.

I go into a drug store, a shop designed to make you healthier, and right next to the smoking cessation products are the cigarettes! It makes me think of a cartoon I saw.

A man buys a cup of lemonade from a kid’s lemonade stand with a sign that reads, “Lemonade, 5¢”. He then crawls a block to another child’s stand with the sign, “Lemonade antidote, $1000”.

Point being, we could greatly reduce medical costs if we just did four thinks.

Quit smoking, tobacco, pot, or anything besides plain old fresh air.

Watch what you put in your mouth and try to lose weight, if you need to.

Watch what you drink, and join AA, if you must.

Get a bit more exercise, which can be as simple as walking an extra few blocks, or even feet, and, maybe, buy a bike and use it occasionally. My bike has been sitting in the closet for a while. I think I’ll use it to get over to Five Guys for lunch. Just kidding

The End Of Mad Magazine

One thing I'm going to miss is Mad Magazine. Perhaps you've heard, While Mad will officially continue publication, they won't be publishing anything new except once or twice a year on holidays and special occasions, like Life Magazine and a few others.

        One of my favorites is Mad's Chinese Menu: chinese menu parody | I like to make copies of this menu and when I go into shops that have other merchant's pamphlets, I add one of these.

As a stamp collector, I also loved their stamp collecting parody book, Mad's Talking Stamps. Check out these out takes: Mad's Talking Stamps | Stamp Bears. I would love to make my own version of that book!

Unfortunately, I just knew it had to die when it was adopted by DC Comics, the same company that makes Batman & Superman and started to accept ads. How could it possibly continue to parody corporate America when it was accepting ads from them? It certainly wouldn't, quite literally, give us the middle finger (again), any more than Archie Bunker, in that reproduction of that All In The Family episode, would say the word, nigger, out loud, as Archie originally did.  

Pre-Feminism TV

             I remember a song from the sixties, "The Everyday Housewife, Who Gave Up the Good Life, For Me". 

            Nice sentiment, but how many women would demand that the husband, as a condition of marriage, give up his job and any kind of financial independence and become totally financially dependent on her for the rest of his life, no matter how important he thought his job was or how he enjoyed his job?

            I’ve seen too many shows starring Lucy Ball that was all about some plot of her trying to get money out of Ricky, played by Desi Arnez, or later Mr. Mooney, played by Gale Gordon.       

           There was always Ricky’s reframe, “Lucy, you’ve got some ‘splainin’ to do!”

Ricky never had to ‘splain’ anything to Lucy. Husbands of the time never did. They were the “heads” of the household. Even in their production company name, Desilu, his name comes first, though she starred and brought in the money and he soon resigned.

I recently saw one episode of I Love Lucy, where she and Ethel tried to start a business based on her great cooking. It would be cooking. Women and wives were supposed to be great cooks. She failed, of course. She was supposed to fail. She was required to fail. Wives were not supposed to be good in business. They were supposed to be housewives.

I don’t blame Lucy Ball and her producers for making shows like that. She was a woman of her time, but I am a man of mine and I don’t care to watch such things anymore.

"Irrational Hope?" or "Why Haven't I Killed Myself a Long Time Ago?"

It's amazing the things you think of at 5:30 AM. I'm up this early because of back pain and an ongoing invasion of fruit flies. For the pain, I'm taking 400 mg of Advil PM or Ibuprofen every six to twelve hours. For the fruit flies, I just cleaned my place some more and I'll have an exterminator Friday.

Being this time of night, I had one of those thoughts like, my life has been so terrible, why haven't I drowned myself in booze, pills or some other self medication? The problem, as I see it, is that I still have hope, but is that hope really rational?

As I look back at my life, I graduated high school in 1975, and then it took me TEN YEARS to get a degree in ENGLISH LITERATURE!!!!

I then spent the next thirty years trying to start a career that never really happened, despite some occasional fits and starts.

One of the best things that happened to me in this time was that, in 1994, I had a nervous break down consisting of a massive case of chronic depression, which eventually got me into something called the Skylight Center, a club house for people with mental disabilities, which got me into Special Tees, which worked, for a while.

 Also, I got a great new psychotherapist, Ms Christine Murphy, who diagnosed me as autistic. I had a great time with her for about twenty five years. What a shame she couldn't last.

I'm now sixty two. I'm still looking to start a career when most people my age are looking to retire. I'm still as financially dependent on my mother as any child, even now, six years after her passing.

So, is my hope completely irrational? Wouldn't be more sensible to dive into a bottle of booze or pills and somehow kill myself?