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Many of you followed up on my comments on the recent election asking me what I thought of us being begged to vote “for the lesser of two evils.” What, are you mind readers? I’d already written a draft on that exact thing. I will edit and post it asap.

Tomorrow is Thanksgiving. Some of you wrote asking me advice about diet, that you needed to lose weight. Of course, I get plenty of emails asking for health and exercise advice. But I had to laugh when some of you asked me what I would suggest you eat tomorrow! Advise you about how to restrain your eating tomorrow, only one day before you go to Grandma’s for T-day, where she cooks everything with extra TLC (i.e., more sugar and butter and the stuff that is definitely not good for you)?

My advise is to eat as much as you can — I mean eat IT ALL. Eat till it starts seeping out the pores of your skin. Eat like 10 Pigs at a trough and there’s a demon in your head telling you that all the food in the World will be gone tomorrow. Eat till you get physically ill. And after you get sick, throw up — go eat more. Skip the turkey, pass right over all of the good stuff — go straight for the dessert table and eat every diabetes-engendering pie, cookie, and cake that is spread before you. Make sure you drink tons of fluids. This will bloat you and bring on nausea quicker. Whole milk is best. Once you’ve lost your appetite for being sick, force yourself to go out and run sprints, say 40 yards at least, if you can do 100 yarders, go for it, all the better. Run till you drop. Get up. Go again. Drop again. Go again till you drop again. I mean drop. Face down. Flat and out. Have one of your relatives watch so they can call 911 when you’ve pancaked.

This is my advice. If I was joking here about being ‘seriously’ asked at the last minute, I’d let you in on the joke. But I was not. More than a handful of people wrote and ask just as I’m telling you. When you take your health so unseriously, don’t expect others to make it serious for you. I just don’t know what else to tell you to have you get it that good health doesn’t start on its own. No one can buy it for you as a Christmas gift. You can’t get back what aspects of health you damage forever. I know they say: “When you love something set it free. If it comes back it was yours. if not, it never was.” Believe me, scrap this sentimentality when it comes to your health. Hold on to it and don’t listen when it growls that you are just too jealous to relax and give it some space. That’s the problem now. Too much space — your ass is taking up too much. It used to be when someone said, “Move your ass!” it meant let’s get going, speed it up a bit. Now, it really means: move THE ass. “Move your ass, so I can get around it.”

If your health has truly gone all to hell and you just keep stepping to the side letting it, the only way to whack your self-discipline back into taking orders again might be to make yourself sick near death about what you’ve become. Look, if you are overweight — do not eat. Discipline demands. It’s that simple.

You ever hear this phrase: “cold turkey?” Sure you have. Many people think it has to do with quitting “cold” smoking or drugs, etc. Wrong. A regular, very out-of-shape guy decided one Thanksgiving morning he’d had enough. So, somewhere, somehow, he summoned up the small bit of discipline he had within himself and didn’t eat anything that day and from that point on stayed on a healthy, consistent diet and exercise program and turned his whole life around. Still today, he goes “cold turkey” on T-day to honor the self-discipline he called into action on that one Thanksgiving years ago. Hey, ok, not so creative, but work with me here…I’m trying to help.

Here are couple great Thanksgiving sites. Print a couple stories out and read them with the family, especially your kids or nephews, nieces, grandkids, etc. American history stories are the best. All you fathers out there. Step up in your life. Be the leader. Show that you deserve that seat at the head of the table. It meant something at one time. Make it so again. Quit fantasizing about it — do it. When the family sits down to the table, tell them to sit back and relax for a minute, that you have a powerful, inspiring story to tell. One of great, magnificent importance. Make it tradition — right now. This Thanksgiving. Don’t put it off anymore. Bury your mind into the story and forget about your delivery. Believe me. Providence will take over and as the years go by, the storytelling you do will be THE highlight of every Thanksgiving from here on out, this year forward.

http://www.history.com/minisites/thanksgiving

http://www.thanksgiving.org/2us.html

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Hello warriors. Going to dive right in.

It was election day a couple of weeks ago. Each one of us “We the people,” who was qualified got to exercise the power in our right to vote. Beaming with patriotic pride, government representative disdain, and Presidential embarrassment, what we truly got to choose is how much longer, and by which debilitating, slow-death method, our Republic suffers before it completely has not one vestige of a Republic any more at all, and soon thereafter exhales it last, proud, dying breath.

Plain and simple: Our American system of government is corrupt. The two major parties are. So are all the politicians. And, as if that isn’t wretched enough, we’ve recently discovered yet again that in politics it is not just that “power corrupts,” as the old saying goes, it also seems to “pervert.”

At the Federal level there are 100 senators and 435 House seats. Not one has any integrity. Those that have been there have all violated their oaths; those who are new, soon will. None abide by any “original” American principles; rare it is if anyone new comes in knowing one at all. Every single one of our elected representatives has sold OUR country out — including, sad to say, even George.

Perhaps we should cure this infestation problem we have, here, using our illegal immigration problem the sewer rats we’ve elected don’t have the cajonies to fix anyway. In exchange for a somewhat expedited immigration process for those best quality illegal Hispanics, I say, we have them, once the congress and senate returns and gets sworn in and begins snuggling in the luxurious accommodation for which “We the People” pay, weld iron bars and gates over every threshold of escape and turn the once venerable and sacred buildings, long rotting from within due to the conceit, lying and thievery, into maximum security prisons. The best Hispanics work fast and it seems like more than a fair trade to me.

In the last three years of activist involvement and astute attention to political happenings, I’ve come to the conclusion that when someone says, “I want to run for political office,” I have just heard a human being admit they have the trustworthiness, conscience and integrity of a recidivous criminal. They have none. And each successive election season we disregard their Freudian-slip of a forewarning, they will return with even less. The results are 100% accurate. Right there on the spot we should take them at their word and have them arrested and indicted — and if there is any visible sign of perversion too, we should just hang ‘em. What kind of sign? I dunno, say, anything like a combover.

And if by some anachronistic, odd chance there would ever happen to be a decent well-mannered, principled and upright individual who one day comes along and tells the American people, with the deepest, most genuine sincerity they have ever heard, it is his calling to serve the public through politics, then the singular distinguishing words to come out of his mouth, before anything else, to keep him from the same rapid imprisonment, need to be, “I want to go to Washington to gut government,” not “I want to go to Washington to fix government.” “Fix government” means you intend to use it and expand it and screw the people. We don’t need anymore criminals in DC. What we need are more real, politically-incorrect, bareknuckled, bureaucratic-bashing, government-smearing, traditional Americans who think and act like this:

“I have little interest in streamlining government or in making it more efficient, for I mean to reduce its size. I do not undertake to promote welfare, for I propose to extend freedom. My aim is not to pass laws, but to repeal them. It is not to inaugurate new programs, but to cancel old ones that do violence to the Constitution or that have failed their purpose, or that impose on the people an unwarranted financial burden. I will not attempt to discover whether legislation is “needed'’ before I have first determined whether it is constitutionally permissible. And if I should later be attacked for neglecting my constituents “interests,'’ I shall reply that I was informed that their main interest is liberty and that in that cause I am doing the very best I can.” Barry Goldwater.