Now that I got your attention, I have to admit that I was exaggerating. But just a little. In California, for instance, prescription drug deaths are more prevalent among adults than automobile related deaths. It has become the second leading cause of death in California with only heart disease unnecessarily taking more lives. Over the course of the year, the Los Angeles Times ran a series on the problem of prescription drugs and focused on corrupt doctors, victims, pharmacies, law enforcement, and family testimony (also victims). I enjoyed the series, but it left out the major culprit which is clearly the pharmaceutical industry and those who invest in it.
A few decades ago, hairy bush was the order of the day. Disco was inescapable, and lots and lots of people took Methaqualone, or Quaaludes. You could go to a "Stress Clinic" where the Dr. Feelgood of the day would write you a prescription for these hypnotic sedative pills so you could get your filthy seventies unprotected venereal disease sex on and do a line or two of coke afterwards. Maybe you were listening to Steely Dan at that time. Then, suddenly, the pills disappeared from the market after someone in the DEA realized that they were going to cause some big problems in the future like overdose, addiction, and misery. The reality was that this substance was toxic and the pharmaceutical companies knew that they had strict liability. So they shut the production of the precursors down, and rescheduled the drug to Schedule I. Almost overnight, the problem evaporated.
What is stopping the DEA from going after Watson, Pfizer, and all of the other companies manufacturing and peddling death? The astonishing amount of money that legal drug manufacturers rake in dwarfs the narcos. With everyone getting their beak wet, these manufacturers are going to remain immune. Far more people die from prescription drug overdoses than cocaine or heroin. A large number should be added to those figures to include people who overdose on Tylenol which is a component in Vicodin and Percocet. We are talking 600 or more people who overdosed on Tylenol in California last year. That is a higher number than homicides in Los Angeles which this year are under 550 so far. What an outrage that our government who is supposed to be regulating the pharmaceutical industry and overseeing it is instead allowing these companies to more than double their narcotics production every year since 1999.
There is a problem with all of the current addicts. I believe sincerely that we have medicated a generation or two and we have to write a lot of those people off as chronic addicts that cannot be rehabilitated. I do not realistically visualize the Oxycontin addict voluntarily stopping, and if they do, I expect them to encounter a lot of problems. Instead of allowing the drug companies to further victimize these addicts and make a profit off them or off their insurance, they should be switched over to morphine sulphate and given a maximum dose of 120mg daily. Supplied by Uncle Sam, of course.
When I look at death statistics, I see a lot more people dying because they are buying. Buying bacon cheeseburgers, buying pills, spending hundred dollar bills. I see death from heart disease as a result of buying shitty food. Overdose deaths because you are buying shitty pills. Nowhere do I see big numbers of Americans dying at the hands of Muslim terrorists. In these statistics, depicting death in the United States by cause, I see no reason why we should be involved in the business of any other country when ours is so broken that it is going to take generations to unravel the damage done by the guy you see looking at you in the mirror.
Tuesday, December 10, 2013
Monday, December 9, 2013
Fat Fucks Feed at Fronk's
Like any red blooded American, I like a good hamburger once in a while. I possess this thing called self control (I have no self control), and so instead of eating animals in a reckless and brazen manner on a daily basis, I save my lower intestine from a whuppin' by eating red meat sparingly. All kinds of meat for that matter. Chicken is not diet food.
Now that I am not obese and have taken steps to remove the trash from my body, I also watch my intake of fried food. When I get some fries, I want to fully enjoy them because I only get to eat them about once a week without causing grave harm to my body. Same goes for the burger, so they had both better be good.
My friend Roy is an outstanding food writer, and I respect his choice of having let himself go. He let himself go in a bad, bad, bad way. I saw his before picture and was astonished to see a nice looking young man with defined abs taken circa 1982. You could never recognize him today unless you personally witnessed his downhill spiral into exceedingly poor health. Watching him eat and write about food is like watching a wino pour a gallon of ripple into his body. Not a pretty sight. His written descriptions of restaurants are about the best I have seen coming out of Orange County. He has a way with words that is folksy, polite, and well informed. So when I read his review for Fronk's Restaurant in Bellflower, it was just a matter of time before I cashed in my hamburger and fry chips for dinner at this so called holy grail of burgers.
Have you ever walked into M&M Soul Food and looked around only to realize that you were the only honky in the restaurant? How about when you go into Yunnan Gardens and you the only round eye? It has happened to me many times before. This was the first place I have dined at where I looked around and realized that me and my wife were the only people in there who were not morbidly obese. All my fellow diners tipped the scales at over two hundred pounds.
Now on to the food. The burger had an 1/8 of an inch of char on the bottom of it. My jalapeno bacon cheeseburger was nasty. I could not finish my half. It was like the beans of a clown. Burned on the bottom and raw in the center. Nice burger sauce. It would have been nice if I did not see the guy sitting next to me eating this mayo based sauce with a spoon before my food arrived. I almost vomited when I saw him do that. I really almost did. The bacon was burned to a crisp and just amounted to a few scattered bits on top of the tasteless lump of melted jack cheese. The beer battered corn on the cob was something I just let my wife take care of. The french fries were good but the 1lb portion obscene and way too large to finish. Did someone order the bacon cheeseburger nachos? Did someone order the stroke?
A huge platter of fried vegetables graced nearly every table. Fred Flintstone sized racks of ribs waited to be devoured by the morbidly obese clientele. Watching these people who already suffer from diabetes stuffing their faces with this shit is like watching a junkie shoot up. Fronk ought to be charged a special tax and the people that eat there regularly should be mandated to visit Harbor UCLA Medical Center dialysis unit for a few hours a month. Next time I want a burger, I am going to eat a fucking Double Double. At least it won't cost fucking $10.95 and I don't have to look at big, fat whales eating giant plates of beer battered tilapia, raw Angus beef slathered in mayo. This place is shameful.
Now that I am not obese and have taken steps to remove the trash from my body, I also watch my intake of fried food. When I get some fries, I want to fully enjoy them because I only get to eat them about once a week without causing grave harm to my body. Same goes for the burger, so they had both better be good.
My friend Roy is an outstanding food writer, and I respect his choice of having let himself go. He let himself go in a bad, bad, bad way. I saw his before picture and was astonished to see a nice looking young man with defined abs taken circa 1982. You could never recognize him today unless you personally witnessed his downhill spiral into exceedingly poor health. Watching him eat and write about food is like watching a wino pour a gallon of ripple into his body. Not a pretty sight. His written descriptions of restaurants are about the best I have seen coming out of Orange County. He has a way with words that is folksy, polite, and well informed. So when I read his review for Fronk's Restaurant in Bellflower, it was just a matter of time before I cashed in my hamburger and fry chips for dinner at this so called holy grail of burgers.
Have you ever walked into M&M Soul Food and looked around only to realize that you were the only honky in the restaurant? How about when you go into Yunnan Gardens and you the only round eye? It has happened to me many times before. This was the first place I have dined at where I looked around and realized that me and my wife were the only people in there who were not morbidly obese. All my fellow diners tipped the scales at over two hundred pounds.
Now on to the food. The burger had an 1/8 of an inch of char on the bottom of it. My jalapeno bacon cheeseburger was nasty. I could not finish my half. It was like the beans of a clown. Burned on the bottom and raw in the center. Nice burger sauce. It would have been nice if I did not see the guy sitting next to me eating this mayo based sauce with a spoon before my food arrived. I almost vomited when I saw him do that. I really almost did. The bacon was burned to a crisp and just amounted to a few scattered bits on top of the tasteless lump of melted jack cheese. The beer battered corn on the cob was something I just let my wife take care of. The french fries were good but the 1lb portion obscene and way too large to finish. Did someone order the bacon cheeseburger nachos? Did someone order the stroke?
A huge platter of fried vegetables graced nearly every table. Fred Flintstone sized racks of ribs waited to be devoured by the morbidly obese clientele. Watching these people who already suffer from diabetes stuffing their faces with this shit is like watching a junkie shoot up. Fronk ought to be charged a special tax and the people that eat there regularly should be mandated to visit Harbor UCLA Medical Center dialysis unit for a few hours a month. Next time I want a burger, I am going to eat a fucking Double Double. At least it won't cost fucking $10.95 and I don't have to look at big, fat whales eating giant plates of beer battered tilapia, raw Angus beef slathered in mayo. This place is shameful.
Thursday, December 5, 2013
Obama Speak With Forked Tongue
Obama's so called "Pivot to Asia", in a few words, cements the institution of the successive boogeyman in American Culture, having gone from the Russians to the Muslims and now focusing its propaganda machine and its lame ass military on our newest enemy, the Chinese. What a moronic idea, unless you are looking at it from the perspective of the military industrial complex and that sociopath posing as a weak ass, lame duck, President.
Why, with the exception of arms sales and subcontractor boondoggles would we invite battle with China or goad Japan, Vietnam, and the Philippines into doing so as a proxy? If China gives battle, we are totally fucked. Carrier Groups are a thing of the past, and of course after they destroy our C3, move on to the carrier groups, and soon little, including Los Angeles would not be off limits. That is considering that it remains conventional.
Instead of looking for a fight like an aging bully at an Aerosmith concert, the Obama Administration and its group of co-conspirators should focus on the near future when marginalized, triple cheeseburger eating, WASP, Americans inevitably are going to become significantly more violent and significantly fatter.
I voted for this guy because John McCain seemed like a shittier choice at the time. I was lured by the words of the forked tongued reptile Obama who indicated that he was inclined to end Military Industrial Adventurism. But thank you Mr. Townsend. Indeed the new boss was the same as the old boss and perhaps much worse.
Why, with the exception of arms sales and subcontractor boondoggles would we invite battle with China or goad Japan, Vietnam, and the Philippines into doing so as a proxy? If China gives battle, we are totally fucked. Carrier Groups are a thing of the past, and of course after they destroy our C3, move on to the carrier groups, and soon little, including Los Angeles would not be off limits. That is considering that it remains conventional.
Instead of looking for a fight like an aging bully at an Aerosmith concert, the Obama Administration and its group of co-conspirators should focus on the near future when marginalized, triple cheeseburger eating, WASP, Americans inevitably are going to become significantly more violent and significantly fatter.
I voted for this guy because John McCain seemed like a shittier choice at the time. I was lured by the words of the forked tongued reptile Obama who indicated that he was inclined to end Military Industrial Adventurism. But thank you Mr. Townsend. Indeed the new boss was the same as the old boss and perhaps much worse.
Saturday, November 30, 2013
Kill The King
Even the good kings were bad. Monarchy represents the very worst of reactionary politics. Smash them, I say. Begin with the House of Saud. Listen to Rainbow's Kill the King at full blast and absorb the words of Ronnie James Dio. Happy Saturday, folks.
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