Mrs. Sneed gets Newsweek and I was happy to see them taking on that kook Oprah in the current issue. Oprah has become a champion of and a vehicle for the credulous masses, who believe that we would all be in perfect health, look fabulous and live forever were it not for big pharma and the medical establishment.
I don't know why people want so desperately to believe in the unconventional and unproven.
Our cleaning lady is going to Mexico for six weeks to seek treatment for a back ailment that US medical science cannot treat to her satisfaction. She evidently believes that some unapproved treatment in Mexico is just the ticket.
Not to belabor this heat in Hooterville business or anything, but it is supposed to be 103 or 106 today, depending on whether you believe the weather service guys or the television weather guys. Either way, it is too hot for my tastes.
Speaking of too hot, a woman came in the store yesterday sweating more than I've ever seen a woman sweat before. She was young, scantily clad, fit and breathing hard, more or less a 60-year-old guy's dream gal.
Sweaty Woman was in need of a couple of keys and as luck would have it, I was making keys when she jogged in.
She trotted up to the key counter, talking up a storm, as my old mom would have said. She was wearing an earpiece making it hard to know if she was singing along to music, talking to someone on the phone, talking to me or talking to imaginary people.
This lady had been out running in the 100 degree sun, which made her a bit loopy in my estimation. A generous guess. My estimation proved to be spot on.
She announced that the store smelled funny and that she didn't know how I could work in a place that smelled so bad. She plopped down her key, announced that she couldn't stay in the store, due to the smell and all and asked me to make two copies, which she would come back for in five minutes.
Since I am a helpful sort, I told her that I would take her keys to the front register, so that she wouldn't have to come all the way to the back of the store to get them.
I made the keys and took them to the register. I gave the cashier a description of the customer, and the cashiers pointed out the woman, now jogging in place in front.
"Her?"
About quitting time the cashier told me that the jogger never came in for the keys. I guess the smell was just too much for her.
Things in this blog represented to be fact, may or may not actually be true. The writer is frequently wrong, sometimes just full of it, but always judgmental and cranky
Jun 3, 2009
Mrs. Sneed gets Newsweek and I was happy to see them taking on that kook Oprah in the current issue. Oprah has become a champion of and a vehicle for the credulous masses, who believe that we would all be in perfect health, look fabulous and live forever were it not for big pharma and the medical establishment.
I don't know why people want so desperately to believe in the unconventional and unproven.
Our cleaning lady is going to Mexico for six weeks to seek treatment for a back ailment that US medical science cannot treat to her satisfaction. She evidently believes that some unapproved treatment in Mexico is just the ticket.
Not to belabor this heat in Hooterville business or anything, but it is supposed to be 103 or 106 today, depending on whether you believe the weather service guys or the television weather guys. Either way, it is too hot for my tastes.
Speaking of too hot, a woman came in the store yesterday sweating more than I've ever seen a woman sweat before. She was young, scantily clad, fit and breathing hard, more or less a 60-year-old guy's dream gal.
Sweaty Woman was in need of a couple of keys and as luck would have it, I was making keys when she jogged in.
She trotted up to the key counter, talking up a storm, as my old mom would have said. She was wearing an earpiece making it hard to know if she was singing along to music, talking to someone on the phone, talking to me or talking to imaginary people.
This lady had been out running in the 100 degree sun, which made her a bit loopy in my estimation. A generous guess. My estimation proved to be spot on.
She announced that the store smelled funny and that she didn't know how I could work in a place that smelled so bad. She plopped down her key, announced that she couldn't stay in the store, due to the smell and all and asked me to make two copies, which she would come back for in five minutes.
Since I am a helpful sort, I told her that I would take her keys to the front register, so that she wouldn't have to come all the way to the back of the store to get them.
I made the keys and took them to the register. I gave the cashier a description of the customer, and the cashiers pointed out the woman, now jogging in place in front.
"Her?"
About quitting time the cashier told me that the jogger never came in for the keys. I guess the smell was just too much for her.
Things in this blog represented to be fact, may or may not actually be true. The writer is frequently wrong, sometimes just full of it, but always judgmental and cranky
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re Oprah & co: while I have humongous issues with the way the pharmas and the medical profession have morphed over the years, the thought of trusting Suzanne Somers and Oprah as alternate guides to health sounds as smart as getting your Kool-Aid out of a huge vat, somewhere in Guyana.
re the Sweaty Woman who came into your store:
what was the saying about only mad dogs and Englishmen going out in that kind of weather? Maybe she'd been following the Oprah-Summers hormone replacement therapy program?
(If you'll excuse me, I will now go walk my dog - slowly, in the cooling onset of evening - and call it a work day over here.)
Cheers, Merle.
Thanks to the medical establishment, I discovered I have heart disease. But my new low-fat diet has caused my blood pressure to drop 10 points and my cholesterol to drop X% (amount to be determined at my next test) - with no drugs.
People who jog in place scare me.
So what do you suppose that key opens (or keeps shut)? As for Oprah, say what you want about her, she is RICH beyond belief, the modern Horatio T. Alger success story. I know plenty of white people who tune in to her show religiously and read every book she champions. It's sort of like an Oprah cult out there.
She probably fainted somewhere.
Good health has stumped human beings all over the world since time began. Western conventional medicine does no better, and no worse, than any other system.
Good health is, in my opinion, a matter of genetics, access to good food, faith (in whatever system you use) but more than anything, good health has to do with luck.
Stay lucky, Merle. xxoo
I'm back with the full report. After one month on my low fat diet, my cholesterol has dropped from 236 to 168. Congratulations to me.
LOL! That is VERY bizarre.
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