Saturday, July 30, 2011

WE ARE ALL SUPPOSED TO BE ON ANTI DEPRESANTS

Watching the news to see if Congress has figured out what to do. Trying to decide what to do about speaking Mandarin in case I have to. Those dip thongs are a bitch. Instead what I am hearing about is a Royal Wedding. She is 13th in line to the throne. OH NO. Kate apparently got the silly hat memo.

Then they covered the anniversary of Son of Sam's first killing. I KNOW. Let's not ever mention serial killers again, OK? Seems silly to talk about them. Remember the names of their victims? No. Remember their names. Oh yeah. Dahmer, Manson, Berkowitz, Speck, Bundy, Gacy. Unfortunately, the list could go on and on. Put Berkowitz on the news to tell the world he found Jesus and he's sorry. I think we should let him keep that between him and The Lord.

But that is not the reason for this post. We are all supposed to be on anti depressants. Really. I just figured in out. That's why the world is so screwed up. The Pharmcos aren't making enough money. Heard a commercial that started out talking about back pain and that pain in your knees and joints. The solution according to the commercial. An anti depressant. WHAT? I realize depression comes with it's share of physical pain but back pain, knee pain equals anti depressant? Hmmm. I cut my finger, better double up on those anti depressants. The next drug that was advertised was Viagra. "If you get an erection lasting 4 hour...your lady needs to be on anti depressants".

Here's the point. Chemical support is great for those who need it. Great for WHEN you need it. Brain chemicals are not supposed to solve every freaking ailment. My theory. Pharmcos are afraid of legal marijuana. Medical marijuana. "Dude, I'm bummed". "Let's smoke a bowl". "I feel better". See, pharmcos won't like that. They want the action. They want the money and the worst side effect is munchies.

Those lists they currently rattle off freak me out.

"Discontinue use and see your doctor if you: go blind, have a stroke, heart attack, can't breathe, feel the urge to kill, you skin starts to bubble and peel off, you suddenly find your mother-in-law attractive, your face begins to melt, a third nipple begins growing on your chest, drooling never ceases and/or you haven't gone to the bathroom since the first Bust administration".

Then Reddy Kilowatt appeared over my head. I GOT IT! The pharmcos are behind the government being boobs. The plan, (evil scientists rubbing their hands together for effect), is to make everyone in America crazy, put them on psychotropics, control them, lull us into lock step and then....I don't know, all I can figure is they get rich and we take drugs.

Just like high school.

Peace,
Lillybell

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