We have the stuck in the sixties hippy type, who in unyielding idealistic fashion and form, still feels of a fully persuaded heart, that by merely flashing the peace sign, in itself, can save and reform the world! While most others flash another sign more often, conveying their answer to all!

Mind Your Business!

Has anyone noticed how this admonition basted in profound, once exercised orally often in years passed, now gets no air time?

Now I have always believed that each of us, one and all, had enough litter of variety in our own backyard, therefore alerting us to the fact that we should bend our attention to the garbage in our own backyard, before venturing to stick our long protruding and intrusive Pinocchio tpye nose over our neighbors fence, in order to serve as administrator of their garbage fest!

Yes, garbage inspectors of the worst type remain amany among us this day in time, yes, self appointed arrangers of others thoughts minds and lives! When indeed did man first fall into this lofty post of heart, body and health inspector I wonder! I mean who indeed was the first Palooka to state, I'm so damned perfect, I think I'll just get everyone else in the world straightened out as well!

I mean hello, does arrogant pompous and obnoxious ring a bell? I mean really, who hatched these Baboon type buffoons anyway? No offense to the baboon intended I assure you.

What type and sort of double deceived individual, wakes up in the morning one fine day, and decides a mantle of perfect judgment has fallen upon his back? Furthermore indeed how do these, so disturbing and pesky alike among us, propagate and grow in such mass numbers so quickly?

My God, there's DR Ruth, DR this, and Doctor that! Experts on this, and experts on that! There are motivational speakers to address every thought, stance or burp ever experienced by mankind!

There's channelers, mediums, ghost-busters, demon getters, geez, I mean where does it all end? We have the pill pushing Doctors and industry intent on peddling their myriad and vast array of prescription drugs, that cure all indeed, from manic to depression to thyroid verses inflammation, from downers to uppers, these have changed little in time.

Yes, all remain authorities on all facets of life, living, dying and awakening once more! there remains a bottled cure for everyone and everything! Yet, still so much unhappiness, disease, and what not still riding in such prevalence.

How can we have so many sick, with yes, so many cures?
How can we have so many sad with so may inspiring guys around like Big Tony, with a very big head I might add! Literally, speaking of cranial structure. Sorry, didn't meant to digress, being caught up with Mr. Robbins head size, but while were at it, he as well has this unseemly habit of creating white stuff in the corner of his mouth when speaking, that really affects my ability to concentrate on what he's pitching with such animation, gesticulation accompanied, with fervor as well.

Good grief there is more self help books out than one can shake a stick at! I need my websters in order to merely peruse the topic selection

We have the plastic surgeons, promising new life due to nips, tucks and penal implants too! We have the many and diverse arena of the head benders and mind-probers, all offering their flavor and brand of success, through hypnosis, or finding the inner child, or understanding, and getting to know, the twenty personalities you possess! Geesh!

We have the educators that tell us through education all becomes well, we have the industrial and capitalist types that claim, all one needs in order to find true happiness is money!

We have the camps of natural medicine, and herbal treatments offering divine health and added and extended longevity as a result. We have the modern day Jack Lalanes, who show us that through proper exercise and vitamins, we too can pull yachts in the water with a bit in our teeth whilst swimming! We have the advocates and hearty pundits of the vegetarian and vegan diets, suggesting dramatic results when sought after with commitment and zeal.

We have the stuck in the sixties hippy type, who in unyielding idealistic fashion and form, still feels of a fully persuaded heart, that by merely flashing the peace sign, in itself, can save and reform the world! While most others flash another sign more often, conveying their answer to all!

Well, I being a man stapled and bedrocked in simplicity to be sure, must just gasp and say, what ever am I to do?

Few however, I have noticed among these, do seldom offer their soul solutions for free! Yes, big Tony looks like a great guy does he not? Do you really think however, that if you ran into him at the airport that he'd greet you with a big smile if you asked him for some free tips on living? I trow not.

Yes, good Samaritans one and all, peddling their varied bottled potions for a price.
Then we have the arena of weight loss! Everything from this strange little man with fuzzy hair and indecent shorts, to drugs, surgery and faith to take hold in remedy. Hmm, but few offer for free!

I recently noticed a very respected and well know end time prophecy news letter, released by yes, prominent preacher indeed, know worldwide to be sure, now this caring man called of God, is so interested in us knowing the biblical line up to the last days and events, that he in his deep concern conveyed, birthed in brotherly love, shall share his heads-up findings, with all, for a price that is!
Hmm, I scratch my head in wonderment, why these, find it so hard to understand why many side step such do-gooders indeed!

No, we were not bothered in the fifties by such a daily barrage of self-help programs instituted by these good Samaritans steeped in magnanimous, as exhibited by the price tags they require in exchange for healing and cures. And I must add that folk seemed a tad saner than they remain today amidst all of these good healing agents and stuff!

Speaking just for me, I think all these folks ought'a just mind their own damn business, and get busy in their on back yard of refuse in abundance, perhaps a little venture into the arena of motives and sincerity might be perused as well on the expedition of self. In closing, personally, if I were big Tony R., Yes, Mr. seminar speaker renowned, instead of investing in more yachts and mansions, I think I'd perhaps check into some plastic surgery, to see if I couldn't get that cranial disproportion rearranged and under control! He might also check into seeing a top-notch spit analyst, to see why that white globby stuff forms in the corners of his mouth when he speaks, I'm quite sure they have such spittle specialists, designed just for the worthy candidate, that can afford the fare, and finds himself not a fan of such reoccurring glob.

But......then again, I reckon I should just keep my elongated neck draped over on my own side of the fence, for I do see a couple of very minor things that MIGHT warrant some attention.

But hell, lets just face the truth, it merely remains much more fun to critique you, rather than me!
Peace,
Rodney Evan Bohen