In a better late than never scenario…I learned that Lady GaGa wore
a meat dress to some Hollyweird event. And since technology now
gifts us with TMI (too much information), I got to see a picture of
it, before placing my order for breakfast. What a way to start your
day!

Needless to say, the joint didn’t have anything strong enough to
wash that image away and my pocket flask was empty. (It’s been empty
since the mid eighties, when I did a perfect job replacing a woman’s
hip, except for the fact that it pointed the wrong way…or
something like that… Just kidding!)

That didn’t really happen, but the singer, did appear in a meat
dress and now she wants the Charlie Sheen Suite at the Plaza,
complete with actress/porn star/escort/hooker/take your pic.

The whole enchilada got me thinking about a meat tuxedo, the kind of
outfit you would wear for a visit to a vegan restaurant, or a
meeting of raw food enthusiasts. If Lady Gaga could pull it off, why
not me? I would have to solicit some donations, because my research
tells me that that the “meat dress” cost around 100K to pull off
(design fees and all.)

Sort of a shame that you couldn’t at least BBQ some of it, but who
knows where a GaGa has been.

Then, I thought about getting myself some of that “stimulus” money,
of which there are billions, still sitting in warehouses around the
country. I even wrote a letter to the Democrats offering to “shovel”
it into my car. Think about it, I begged, at least you’ll have 1
shovel ready job you can tell your constituents about, before they
vote you out of office. Or, they could put the money on Pelosi’s
private plane and fly me the money, before she loses her
priviledges. (What a shame!)

In a parenthetical, possibly apocryphal story, Pelosi was stopped by
police in southern California last week and told the officer she
didn’t think they wrote tickets for pretty women. As he wrote her
up, he said, “You’re right, we don’t.”

I’m wondering what cut of meat would make a good cummerbund? Perhaps
I should call Ralph Lauren. He seems like a manly man. Hopefully,
he’s up to the challenge. Or, maybe I should call Vito Scarfaccia,
my old butcher in New York. But it all depends on the government,
which means nothing is going to happen. The meat tuxedo may just go
the way of the mansierre and the coffee table book about coffee
tables.

One of the Dr. Bill family reports that she has lost 18 pounds by
following my fat loss program and taking my Powerhouse Omega
Formula. She also reports higher energy levels and feeling a little
lighter on her feet:

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It won’t happen for you, unless you get started.

I’ll be back tomorrow with more.

With my best wishes for your optimum health,

Dr. Bill

It’s Wednesday and the Charlie Sheen story just keeps getting bigger
and bigger. It has all the right elements: a good looking, rich guy,
a famous New York hotel, hookers, nekkid folks, booze, drugs, cops,
hospitals, psychiatrists and a private flight back to La La Land,
where Charlie goes back to work, like nothing happened at all.

Today, Charlie said the whole incident was overblown and he may have
a point.

The “President’s” son was in New York with ex-wife Denise (nice abs)
Richards and his two daughters from that short lived marriage, to
celebrate something or other, exactly what I can’t put my finger on,
and since that was relatively normal, nobody really cares.

There was something about going to a Broadway play and so on and
such forth. After putting the kids to bed, Charlie decided to do
what he does best, which is get together with hookers and hooch
(both of which were probably supplied by someone at the hotel). Now,
I don’t have proof positive about that, but I know New York.

Somewhere in the middle of hookers, hooch and nekkidness, Charlie
lost his wallet and supposedly went ballistic, smashing furniture,
scaring the hooker (who called police from the bathroom…) and
voila…a story is born, which we’re still reading about, long after
Charlie has gone back to work on the sitcom that pays him $1.8
million dollars an episode. (Which is nice work, if you can get it.)

But somehow…when you think about it…the story doesn’t make much
sense.

1) It is not a crime to be nekkid in your luxury suite at the Plaza
Hotel.

2) It is not a crime to be drinking hooch nekkid in your luxury
suite.

3) Technically…it is a crime to have a hooker nekkid in your
luxury suite, but when was the last time anybody was prosecuted for
that? (New York even let off it’s ex-Governor, Elliot Spitzer…now
on CNN…where all liberal politicians do their penance.)

4) In footage of the supposedly damaged luxury suite, I saw an
overturned chair and a broken vase, along with rumpled bed sheets.
How that adds up to $7,000 is beyond me. (Maybe they were quoting
the room rate.)

5) Charlie was taken to see a psychiatrist at… 3 AM? (Who just
happened to be… right around the corner?)

6) Who provided all the information to the press?

Wanna guess?

The Plaza Hotel, which has had it’s name all over television,
newspapers and radio for days…for FREE! They got the very best
publicity $7,000 could bring (a real bargain!) and they can probably
keep the story going for a few more days.

As for Charlie, he’s just doing what comes natural to him, which is
drinking, doing drugs, losing his wallet and breaking a little
furniture. He’s also run cars into California’s canyons and pays a
lot of alimony and child support. And incidentally, he also has the
largest collection of real sports memorabilia in the world. Hands
down.

So it was just another day in the life of the “President’s” youngest
son.

Back to work.

And add another million viewers to his television show.

Memo to Lindsay Lohan: Get Charlie’s agent!

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I’ll be back tomorrow with more.

With my best wishes for your optimum health,

Dr. Bill

Many years ago, on a George Carlin HBO Special, he did a routine on
“Anorexia,” which I found very funny. I’m talking about anorexia
nervosa, which along with bulimia, is an eating disorder.

Carlin’s take on anorexia was that it was a “wealthy white woman’s
disease,” or what he called a “look at me” disease. He stated that
no one who was poor had ever heard of the disease and also that it
was very rare, outside the United States. He thought that the
disease was confined to snotty white teenage girls, who didn’t have
anything better to do than throw up, look in the mirror and worry
about how they looked.

Last week on the news, I saw a new trend, called drunkorexia, which
combines eating very little, throwing up and drinking alcohol, again
involving the same social group. I had actually heard about this
before, from friends who had daughters in college. One guy related a
story his daughter told him about some of her friends, who had read
the book Skinny Bitch, and who were actively trying to imitate the
example.

One of the girls would only eat lettuce. Another would only eat a
small plate of cheese nachos. Another ate only ice cream bars. But
they would drink alcohol by the bucket and they threw up all the
time, like it was a regular body function. They were all obsessed
with their size and one went into a full blown panic because she had
grown to a size 2. It wasn’t the least bit unusual to find them
asleep on the toilet, in bars.

All these kids had gone to private schools and their parents had
plenty of money. All of them were considered to be very bright. So
why the crazy behavior? And what would our dearly departed friend
make of it?

Carlin would probably say it was nothing a good caning couldn’t fix,
or maybe a trip to a place where food wasn’t so abundant. Or cars,
credit cards and clubs. Say, maybe, sub Saharan Africa, where it
takes a while to learn to coexist with flies. And millions of other
bugs.

What I can tell you is that combining different forms of addiction
is a double death wish. Anybody who participates in this form of
behavior needs medical attention and strong medical attention. A
woman I know struggled with bulimia for 15 years, before getting the
upper hand. She finally saw the light when she was told by a doctor
in the hospital to put her affairs in order, because she would be
dead by Sunday. His entire visit took less than two minutes and he
didn’t hand hold, ask for explanations, or want to know about her
previous therapies. His parting shot was that he only had time for
patients that wanted to live and that if she made it past Sunday,
she could schedule an appointment.

A huge majority of people afflicted with eating disorders have
omega-3 fatty acid deficiencies. If your body isn’t getting the
right nutrients, it’s headed to Malfunction Junction, where anything
can…and does happen.

Get yourself on the path to optimum health and start by taking my
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I’ll be back tomorrow with more.

With my best wishes for your optimum health,

Dr. Bill

I haven’t listened to National Public Radio in over two decades and
maybe it’s longer than that. My first reason is that they are a
bunch of self-righteous leftists and my second reason is that they
get public money to keep them afloat. I don’t think any media group
should get money from the government and that the marketplace should
decide which companies live and which should die.

If it weren’t for public money (that’s tax money from you and me),
National Public Radio would have died a long time ago. They would
have died, because the public knows full well who to believe on the
issues and votes with its pocketbook, or wallet. You don’t have to
look any further than the late Air America, a leftist radio outlet
that went bankrupt several times, before even billionaire leftists,
like George Soros, pulled the plug.

Now NPR has fired liberal journalist Juan Williams, because he told
the truth about he feels. (And believe me, he isn’t alone.) Williams
previously wrote and wrote well, for the Washington Post. And for
quite a while, he has been a FOX NEWS contributor, where nobody
cares if you are liberal, or conservative; it’s about what you bring
to the table. Williams also contributed to NPR.

NPR purportedly fired Williams because he expressed the opinion that
Muslims, dressed in Muslim garb on airplanes, make him nervous. I
would go so far as to say this belief is probably shared by an
enormous percentage of the American public (including a high
percentage of liberals, who won’t admit it). Williams also went on
to say that Americans should NOT discriminate against Muslims, in
general, in spite of the fact that virtually all terrorism today is
carried out by…radical Muslims. This is what makes him a liberal.
But what we now know, is that being a liberal is just not good
enough for National Public Radio.

No…to stay in the fold at NPR, you have to hold exactly the same
preposterous, unworkable and non compos mentos ideas as the rest of
the organization and the lamebrained, vacuous people who contribute
foundation money to it. In short, you have to hold to the same
unsound philosophy as everyone affiliated with the organization.

The CEO of NPR actually suggested that William’s view ought to be
held between him and his psychiatrist, or publicist. I beg to differ
and think she ought to be fired, along with anyone else who
participated in the firing of Williams.

I don’t agree with 80% of what Juan Williams has to say and maybe
it’s higher than that. But I think he’s an honest reporter, a very
decent man and we need to hear his point of view, even if we don’t
agree with it. This much I can tell you: if an African-American
reporter, who is a liberal by trade, has a problem with Muslims in
full regalia on planes and publicly acknowledges how he feels about
the subject, we have a bigger problem than any liberal is willing to
admit.

But there is a very dark undercurrent, running through this issue.
Liberals only value free speech when it’s them that’s doing the
talking. From President Obama, on down, any opinion other than their
own is not worth listening to. The President blames the election on
“Fear.” “The electorate is afraid and when it’s afraid, it can’t
think clearly.”

In other words, anybody in their right mind would vote for him
(early and often, like in the old Chicago way).

What needs to happen is this: NPR executives should be forced to
spend days at a remote cabin with Garrison Keillor, the infamously
petty and cranky host of Prarie Home Companion. Five days with
Keillor, and I’ll bet they’d be willing to give up everything they
owned, just to get away.

Now if they were fish oil folks, they would realize just how stupid
they look for firing a guy, for telling the truth. But as Jack
Nicholson said, “You can’t handle the truth!”

No, they can’t. But when you’re firing on all cylinders, as fish oil
folks are, you just have another laugh at their expense:

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Don’t worry about Juan. FOX NEWS just gave him a brand new contract
and added responsibility.

There is some justice in the world.

I’ll be back tomorrow with more.

With my best wishes for your optimum health,

Dr. Bill

While reading the news at a health web site, I stumbled upon an
article that made me start to twitch, which is never a good thing.
This one had to do with Halloween and the writer was trying to
initiate a boycott of Halloween, because she felt that giving kids
candy by the handful was a bad health practice and we should stop
it, by boycotting Halloween.

Now, as someone who preaches the virtues of health almost daily, I
feel the writer has a point. We all know that, as a society, we eat
too much sugar. (On average, we consume 166 pounds of sugar a year
…each.) That’s a lot of sweet, sticky goo, which does nothing good
for your health. But boycotting Halloween is not going to change
anyone’s health.

Here’s my theory, based on my own behavior and from stories others
have told me. When I was a kid, we had simple costumes and we went
door to door, collecting as much candy as humanly possible. For 24
to 48 hours, we gorged on sugar, until our teeth hurt. Then, we
could hardly look at candy, until Easter, when we got more, without
having to walk around and lug the stuff. We would chug down a lot of
chocolate and then, pretty much forget about candy, until the next
Halloween.

My mother used to keep candy in a big glass bowl, right out in the
open and we wouldn’t touch it the rest of the year. We had too many
things to do outside to be worried about sitting around sucking up
candy.

If this writer’s kids are in the house eating candy, she needs to
find them something to do. And hopefully that would involve exercise
and a lot of moving around. But kids today aren’t in bad health
because they eat candy. They’re in bad health because they don’t get
sunshine, or do any exercise, and they eat a total junk diet, not
just candy.

Have you ever noticed that schools no longer have playground
equipment? That is, if you see school kids outside, they are just
standing around doing nothing? That’s because the schools are
politically correct. They don’t want kids to compete, which is the
natural order of things. The playground equipment is gone, because
the school district’s attorney’s don’t want the school to get sued,
because Johnny might fall and break his arm. There is no dodgeball,
because someone’s feelings might get hurt.

We now have a couple of generations of wimps on the loose and we
wonder why their health is poor. Well…the writer and her ilk need
to look in the mirror. What are they going to screw up next?

The late George Carlin summed it up best, when he said the best
thing adults could do for children is to let them grow up, without
much interference. Stop wiping their face off every five minutes and
put the hand sanitizer back on the grocery store shelf. And for
God’s sake, stop these silly campaigns, like the anti-bullying
thing, going on now.

When my younger brother came home crying about a bully, I took him
back to fight the bully. It ended in some minor cuts, scratches and
a draw. When I was confronted by a bully, as a freshman in high
school, I swung first and the bully took one in the nose, which bled
all over his clothes. Nobody ever laid a hand on me again.

If we really want to teach kids something, let’s teach them how to
take care of themselves and not worry about Halloween candy. Let’s
teach them how to use monkey bars and how to climb a rope. Let’s
have them burn so many calories, they don’t have to worry about a
few pieces of candy.

As Sharon Angle said to Harry Reid, “Man up!”

Yeh…that’s the ticket.

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I’ll be back tomorrow with more.

With my best wishes for your optimum health,

Dr. Bill