A Walk for Hearts

A Walk for Hearts


Tomorrow is the annual “Heart Walk.” I’ll join Amy’s team along with many other local people of all ages trekking around the campus at CSUB.

What a great cause. The local branch of the American Heart Association is the sponsor.

The Heart Walk is the American Heart Association’s premiere event for raising funds to save lives from this country’s No. 1 and No. 5 killers – heart disease and stroke. Designed to promote physical activity and heart-healthy living, the Heart Walk creates an environment that’s fun and rewarding for the entire family.

Heart disease affects every family I know.

A few years ago a fun New Year’s Eve party turned into a nightmare.

The wonderful Bakersfield Heart Hospital called Amy “the miracle girl.”
I agree…still happy for every day we have together.

For those who haven’t seen this short video we made, check it out. We were lucky. Not everyone is.








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Future Lyrical Nobels

We people in the music bizz love the selection of Bob Dylan for the Literature Nobel this year. His writing is exquisite and blending the words to music makes it doubly excellent.

Dylan’s work started in the ‘60s amid turbulent times and social unrest. Lots of songwriters are excited that maybe their songs might win a Nobel prize some day.

Let me help the committee with some suggestions.

If the meaning of these words spins your head around, I understand. We use to use the expression…heavy, man, heavy. Yes, these are heavy meaning words.

Nobel committee, for your consideration.

I’ll first look at other writers in the early Dylan era.
Wouldn’t want to overlook the possibility of a genius lyric slipping away.

Here is a song written and performed in 1970 by Ray Davies and the Kinks.


Forty Six years ago the country was not considering which restroom a transsexual person should use.
Yet, Ray Davies made us think. This was their huge hit,
I met her in a club down in North Soho
where you drink champagne and it tastes just like cherry cola
c-o-l-a cola.
She walked up to me and she asked me to dance.

I asked her name and in a dark brown voice she said,
“lola” l-o-l-a lola, lo lo lo lola
Well, I’m not the world’s most physical guy,
but when she squeezed me tight she nearly broke my spine
oh my lola, lo lo lo lola
Well, iIm not dumb but I can’t understand
why she walks like a woman and talks like a man
oh my lola, lo lo lo lola, lo lo lo lola
Well, we drank champagne and danced all night,
under electric candlelight, she picked me up and sat me on her knee, she said, “little boy won’t you come home with me?”
Well, I’m not the world’s most passionate guy,
but when I looked in her eyes, I almost fell for my lola,
lo lo lo lola, lo lo lo lola
I pushed her away. I walked to the door.
I fell to the floor. I got down on my knees.
I looked at her, and she at me.
Well that’s the way that I want it to stay.
I always want it to be that way for my
lola. lo lo lo lola.
Girls will be boys, and boys will be girls.
It’s a mixed up, muddled up, shook up world,
except for lola. lo lo lo lola. lo lo lo lola.
Well I left home just a week before,
and I never ever kissed a woman before,
lola smiled and took me by the hand,
she said, “little boy, gonna make you a man.”
Well I’m not the world’s most masculine man,
but I know what I am and that I’m a man,
so is lola. lo lo lo lola. lo lo lo lola.


Okay, wipe away the tears from those “heavy” lyrics and check out the lyrics from a group called “Train.”


It’s called “50 Ways To Say Goodbye.” (not to be confused with “50 ways to leave your lover, by Paul Simon)

50 Ways To Say Goodbye

My heart is paralyzed
My head was oversized
I’ll take the high road like I should
You said it’s meant to be
That it’s not you, it’s me
You’re leaving now for my own good

That’s cool, but if my friends ask where you are I’m gonna say
She went down in an airplane
Fried getting suntanned
Fell in a cement mixer full of quicksand

Help me, help me, I’m no good at goodbyes!
She met a shark under water
Fell and no one caught her

I returned everything I ever bought her
Help me, help me, I’m all out of lies
And ways to say you died

My pride still feels the sting
You were my everything

Some day I’ll find a love like yours (a love like yours)
She’ll think I’m Superman
Not super minivan

How could you leave on Yom Kippur?

That’s cool, but if my friends ask where you are I’m gonna say

She was caught in a mudslide
Eaten by a lion

Got run over by a crappy purple Scion
Help me, help me, I’m no good at goodbyes!
She dried up in the desert
Drowned in a hot tub
Danced to death at an east side night club
Help me, help me, I’m all out of lies
And ways to say you died

I wanna live a thousand lives with you
I wanna be the one you’re dying to love…
But you don’t want to

That’s cool, but if my friends ask where you are I’m gonna say
That’s cool, but if my friends ask where you are I’m gonna say

She went down in an airplane
Fried getting suntanned
Fell in a cement mixer full of quicksand
Help me, help me, I’m no good at goodbyes!
She met a shark under water
Fell and no one caught her
I returned everything I ever bought her
Help me, help me, I’m all out of lies
And ways to say you died

She was caught in a mudslide
Eaten by a lion
Got run over by a crappy purple Scion
Help me, help me, I’m no good at goodbyes!
She dried up in the desert
Drowned in a hot tub
Danced to death at an east side night club
Help me, help me, I’m all out of lies
And ways to say you died


I’m sorry if you’re all teary-eyed now. I didn’t want to start your week off with so much tenderness. One more. Please. You’ll love these incredible lyrics.

From the group, Killers, comes the song
All These Things That I’ve Done (Yes it is copyrighted and patent protected so don’t get ideas you might take credit and try to win the Nobel Lit award)


When there’s nowhere else to run
Is there room for one more son
One more son
If you can hold on
If you can hold on, hold on
I want to stand up, I want to let go
You know, you know, no you don’t, you don’t
I want to shine on in the hearts of men
I want a meaning from the back of my broken hand

Another head aches, another heart breaks
I am so much older than I can take
And my affection, well it comes and goes
I need direction to perfection, no no no no

Help me out
Yeah, you know you got to help me out
Yeah, oh don’t you put me on the backburner
You know you got to help me out

And when there’s nowhere else to run
Is there room for one more son
These changes ain’t changing me
The cold-hearted boy I used to be

Yeah, you know you got to help me out
Yeah, oh don’t you put me on the backburner
You know you got to help me out
You’re gonna bring yourself down
Yeah, you’re gonna bring yourself down
Yeah, you’re gonna bring yourself down

I got soul, but I’m not a soldier
I got soul, but I’m not a soldier
I got soul, but I’m not a soldier
I got soul, but I’m not a soldier
I got soul, but I’m not a soldier
I got soul, but I’m not a soldier
I got soul, but I’m not a soldier
I got soul, but I’m not a soldier
I got soul, but I’m not a soldier
I got soul, but I’m not a soldier

Yeah, you know you got to help me out
Yeah, oh don’t you put me on the backburner
You know you got to help me out
You’re gonna bring yourself down
You’re gonna bring yourself down
Yeah, oh don’t you put me on the backburner
You’re gonna bring yourself down
Yeah, you’re gonna bring yourself down

Over and again, last call for sin
While everyone’s lost, the battle is won
With all these things that I’ve done
All these things that I’ve done
(Time, truth, hearts)
If you can hold on
If you can hold on


Now your good week is guaranteed.

Enjoy it!

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Proposition Me!

Hey big boy!
How about it?
May I proposition you?
Like seventeen times?


Yeah, this man is getting propositioned SEVENTEEN times. That’s how many propositions on my ballot. That’s how many decisions I have to make.
That doesn’t count the dozens of live people to choose for elected office.

How about some help?
I know my friends in my birth-state of Indiana have ONE proposition this year. They have had SIX propositions to decide in the last TWENTY FIVE years. This year the one proposition in Indiana is to make it the 20th state to pass a constitutional amendment making Indiana a “Right To Hunt and Fish” state. Oh boy. How exciting.

We idjits in California like to elect representatives who don’t want to pass laws that might make them lose their jobs, so they let the electorate make all the laws through propositional government. Believe me, it’s much easier just deciding if we want to be a right to fish and hunt state.

Maybe my friends can help me make some decisions on my SEVENTEEN propositions on this year’s ballot. There are a few I just can’t make decisions about.

Of course I could read my Voter Registration Guide.

My Voter Registration Guide, sent out to all registered voters, has Two Hundred and Twenty Three pages. That’s not a typo. I’m serious.

My first novel, Barstow Blues, (shameless plug) has One Hundred Ninety Six pages.
My second novel, CKS, (another shameless plug) has One Hundred Eighty pages.
Get my point?  It’s easier to ask for my friends help. So help me.

Proposition 60:
Requires performers in adult films to use condoms during filming of sexual intercourse.

I know, that’s a tough one.

There’s even more regulations in this proposition. It would require producers to pay for vaccinations, testing and medical examinations related to sexually transmitted infections. It would also require producers to obtain (that means BUY) state health licenses and post the new condom requirements at film sites.

Now the real tickler (excuse the double entendre) in this proposed regulation is the cost. Someone calculated enforcement of this new law would exceed ONE MILLION DOLLARS. That sends up a negative flag for me. I pay enough taxes.

However it also raises the possibility of added jobs for retired senior citizens. You know, the condom investigators. Hmmmm. I have some free time available. Hmmmm. I’m going to have to weigh the pros and cons of that proposition some more.


Proposition 64: Marijuana Legalization

I never thought I’d live to see the day that politicians in Sacramento are supporting a legal pot law. Our Lieutenant Governor helped write the proposition. I think they are jealous of the extra tax dollars that Colorado is collecting. New sources of revenue. Something new to tax.

I say, be careful on the tax thing. Washington State is taxing the legal market out of business. I have friends in that great state that have gone back to buying their weed from their old street dealers. Cheaper!

Do I personally think that adults should have the right to use marijuana? Hell Yes!
I have felt that way for fifty years.

HOWEVER, there’s always a however with me. I’m a firm believer in Science. Science with a capital S. Every notable study of our brains points to ONE TRUTH about our brains. Our frontal cortex is not completely formed until the age of 24 or 25. Think about that. Our DECISION making area of our brains needs more time to develop before it should be entrusted with adult beverages and hallucinogens.

Why do you think the majority of car crashes involve drivers under the age of twenty five? Bad decisions. Add legalized alcohol and pot to the equation and it’s deadly.
Do you know any potheads that started the daily use of marijuana when they were young?
I do. That’s all I’ll say on that issue.

HOWEVER, here’s the other side. We have this built-in American idea that TWENTY ONE is the age of adulthood for alcohol and drug use. We bring up silly arguments about guys old enough to go to war ought to be old enough to drink and smoke pot. I’m not sure what one has to do with the other, but that’s my dilemma, not yours.

The bottom line. This marijuana legalization can be a good thing if they don’t tax it out of business. The drug cartels will be hurt in a big way. The weed will be safer to use, not sprayed with rat poison, herbicides and growth stimulators. Good medical-weed shops already sell good weed. But, there are entirely too many bad unregulated medical-weed shops.

So, I’ll probably join the majority of Californians voting YES, but I have my howevers that concern me.


Just vote!

And Indiana, be proud! You are about to become a “Right to Fish and Hunt” state. Yippee!

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Two For

If you’d like to read this as a restaurant review, feel free to do that.

Lately I’ve been in a hurry. I haven’t had time to fry a couple eggs and throw some sausage in the microwave.  I realize I have a scheduling problem and I’m working on that.

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But that’s not my big sin.

My big sin is I’ve used the “2 for” both at Burger King and McDonald’s. I love it when I see them warring over simple little breakfast sandwiches.

Burger King is still stupid about breakfast food. They haven’t seen the light. People like eggs and meat any time of the day and night. When McDonalds finally figured that out and started serving breakfast “any time” their sales shot up 4% chain-wide.  Burger King still dictates that we can’t have our eggs and meat after 10:30. Screw them.

Quite honestly I hate both of those establishments. The smell of McDonalds French Fries makes me gag. I have only been inside McDonalds to use their men’s room. And then only in an extreme emergency. Their men’s room always smells worse than their fries.

There is a Burger King a few blocks from my house.

McDonalds is a mile away, but on my way to my morning college class.

You see where this story is going. Running late to class, stopping at one of those places I don’t admire or frequent.

A few weeks ago the war started. As I passed by the Burger King, their billboard sign stated, “Croissan-wich, two for $4.”  On reading that it logged in my head for future reference because I hadn’t eaten breakfast and the billboard tattooed their sign on one of my shrinking brain neurons.

Two days later I pulled in the drive-through. The deal was two for four and the deal was on the Sausage, Egg and Cheese Croissan-wich (what a stupid name) or the Bacon, Egg and Cheese. The regular menu price of one was $2.99. I bought one of each. Two for Four dollars. Large black coffee to burn them down fast.

The two so called “Croissan-wich” sat rather heavy in my stomach. I remembered eating a McDonald’s Sausage McMuffin years before and another shrinking taste-memory neuron told me McDonald’s is better.

The next day I had to pass McDonald’s on my morning drive.

Their Billboard screamed, “Egg McMuffin, 2 for $3.50.”  NO, NO, NO, it can’t be happening. A breakfast sandwich war. Regular price is the same as Burger King, $2.99.
I had to make the taste test so I was in their drive-through the next morning. Bought the Two For and a large black coffee to burn it down fast.

My official comments on putting two of these in an empty stomach.

Don’t do it. Don’t do this to your stomach. If you’re normally hungry in the morning, as you should be, get up early enough to throw fresh eggs in the skillet and microwave some meat of your choice. Better yet, grab some fresh fruit.
If you don’t have time, grab a rock out of the driveway and wash that down with hot bitter coffee. And you’ll save four bucks. Your stomach will thank you.

I do believe the McDonalds is a better tasting product than Burger King. Don’t eat either.

By the way, the war is over. They are now back to regular pricing.



This is for people who have read this silly shit this far and are looking for more minutes of their life to waste.
About the McDonald’s Breakfast Menu:

My high school friend owned four McDonalds’ back in the ‘70s. I played in his Rock and Roll Band in the ‘50s when I was sixteen. He moved fifty miles away when he had a chance to buy a McDonald’s franchise. What a smart move.

He stopped by my music store in the early ‘70s to chat one day. He said that the home office of McDonald’s had awarded him a huge cash bonus for his suggestion about serving Breakfast. At his urging they did a market survey about serving breakfast.
Sure enough in 1972, McDonalds introduced the Egg McMuffin.

I think the Egg McMuffin was probably responsible for so much human depression in 1972. Popular songs use to forecast the mood of the people.
(Now so much anymore, because popular songs are viewed instead of listened.)

The top four songs of 1972 were :

The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face (Roberta Flack)
Alone Again, Naturally (Gilbert O’Sullivan)
American Pie (The Day The Music Died) (Don McLean)
Without You (Harry Nilssen)

Go ahead. Buy and Egg McMuffin and play those four songs in a row.

When you stop crying, write to me. I know a good shrink.

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Game Shows Show Game

We Americans love our Game Shows. Every night millions of Americans plan their dinner hour and their entire evening around “Jeopardy.”  I would bet 80% of those watching can’t spell the name of the show. Nothing against their brains, it’s just a stupid word and impossible to spell.

Anyway, we love our game shows. We always have since TV was invented. But those game show got off to a bad start back in the ‘50s. In fact by the end of the ‘50s, on this day in 1959 the US Congress, always looking for ratings themselves, took up the possibility that those famous game shows might be rigged. Oh, the horror!

It was difficult enough just to get a game show on television. It took a Supreme Court ruling (FCC vs ABC) in 1954 to establish that game shows were not a form of gambling. After that we were in a virtual avalanche of game shows.

What happened was the television execs knew that more and more people would tune in if somebody was winning more and more dollars.  It’s no different today. We tune in to see the “play-offs.” We have to know the winners of dance shows, quiz shows, talent shows and of course sports shows. (go cubbies)

So, back in 1959 who do you suppose was the first contestant to appear before the congressional committee and say, “Yes I was coached and given the correct answers so I would win?”  Believe it or not it was PATTY DUKE. Yes, our beloved actress who three years later would win an Academy Award for playing Helen Keller.

The big game show in the mid-‘50s was “The $64,000 Question.”  Please don’t think, “Why would anybody tune in to see somebody win $64,000?” Not that big of a deal.
HA! I say HA!  Today, 60 years of inflation later, that amount of money is over $500,000. That’s why.

So, the network execs had to come up with a way to get viewers to watch their game show. Patty Duke appeared in a rip-off to the $64,000 Question called the $64,000 Challenge. You can’t make that crap up. They gave her the answers and it worked. People tuned in and were amazed at how smart our future Helen Keller was.

The big scandal happened after that. The two $64,000 shows were in the Top Ten watched shows. The other game show called “Twenty One” was doing horrible. It was a stupid show with stupid contestants. In fact the people that went on the show couldn’t seem to answer the simplest of questions. The main sponsor, “Geritol,” said they wanted out.

(A SIDE NOTE:  At that time Geritol was an “old people’s” supplement. It was an energy booster for OLD PEOPLE. Now, if you Google it, you’ll see that girls are saying they get pregnant easier when they take Geritol. I think I’m losing my mind)


Something had to be done to salvage Twenty One.

They came up with an idea. The latest big winner (who won fair and square) of  ”Twenty One” was a fellow named Herb Stempel. An everyday looking guy, except very smart.


People loved Herb Stempel. He was the “Ken Jennings” of his time. He boosted the show’s ratings, but still not catching up to the two “Sixty Four” quiz shows.

The producers of “Twenty One” found another hero. His name was Charles Van Doren. He was an English teacher at Columbia University. His family name had produced multiple Pulitzer Prize winning authors. It was a highly respected name. If you were going to produce a movie and you needed a guy who looked like a “Genius English Professor” you would cast Charles Van Doren. The producers knew they could sell him to the public.

After Charles won the top prize, they decided to have a match made in heaven.
Van Doren vs Stempel.
The All-American Boy vs The All-American Nerd.

Can you believe the big show down ended in a TIE!
The second show down (now the ratings were climbing fast) ended in a TIE!
The Third show down ended in a TIE!

Now the whole damn country was watching the final match. NUMBER FOUR!

This entire scenario had been rigged with each contestant given the answers ahead of time. They just didn’t know who was going to be crowned the Champion from week to week. They also coached the choreography (grimacing, squinting, painful faces, etc)

The final big question was asked “Which Movie Won The Academy Award of 1956?”
Herb Stempel was coached to answer “On The Waterfront.” That was the 1954 winner.
The correct answer, given by Van Doren, was “Marty.”


Charles Van Doren was the new American Hero. He was on the cover of “Time.”
He starred in a segment of NBC’s “Today Show.”


But poor old Herb Stempel was fuming. He thought he could have been America’s newest HERO. What made him even madder was the fact that the movie “Marty” was his favorite movie. Of course he would never blow an easy question like that.
He felt they made him look stupid.

He squealed. He told the truth about being given the answers.
He told the truth about the whole show being rigged.

After the entire scandal broke, all quiz shows were cancelled and President Dwight Eisenhower came on the boob tube and said, “It was a terrible thing to do to the American people.”

After Charles Van Doren admitted to Congress that he had been given the answers, he was fired from the “Today Show,” fired from his Professor’s job at Columbia and stayed in solitude until 2008. He wrote a piece about the scandal in “The New Yorker” that year.

Quiz shows stayed off of television for almost ten years.

I grew up with the radio quiz shows “Queen for a Day,” “Beat The Band,” “Break The Bank,” “Quiz Kids,” Truth or Consequences,” and “Double or Nothing.”
I was in high school when all those shows and other quiz shows went to television. UGH!

I must say those ten silent years of NO QUIZ SHOWS were wonderful.

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I Love My Boss

I do love my boss. I have had many bosses over the years and disliked a few of them. Then there were some I respected, but still didn’t like. I only liked a couple.
Today I can say I love my boss.

A strange word, boss, and I had to do a lot of googling to come with valid originations of the word.

It seems the word came from the Dutch word, baas, meaning “a master.” A Dutch ship’s captain was called “baas.”

So, Boss and Master actually have the same meaning.

The only reason we dropped the usage of “master” for our work boss was because it was closely used to distinguish slave labor instead of free labor. Ugh.

Obviously we can also see the other close usages of “master” like Maestro (conductor) and the English took the French word “maistre” and used it as “master” for teachers, directors and academia titles.

Bosses come with different temperaments.

Bosses can be very unforgiving.

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Bosses can be domineering.

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Bosses can be efficient and cool.

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My bosses throughout my life were an odd group. No matter their management style, their true personality always rose to the top, or bottom.

An example: I had a boss who was the Sales Manager of a large Manufacturing/Wholesale company who planned a big sales contest. Since we sales reps only met twice a year at the home office, this was a six month contest for sales of a specific divisional product. The winner was to receive a limo for the night taking him and his product manager on the town for drinks and dinner at a top-rated restaurant in St. Louis. We were a male sales force of around two dozen representatives. Two of us, let’s call the winners Bill and Dan, tied. Cool! Bill and Dan and their product manager were to get the night on the town.

This wasn’t exactly how it went down. Our sales manager, who used the Donald J. brand of orange tanning lotion, wanted to take part in this company-paid adventure. So the limo, with the four guys (Bill, Dan, Product Manager and Sales Manager) made a stop at an apartment complex and the Sales Manager left us in the limo for a few minutes and went into the apartment complex. Out he came with a beautiful blonde on his arm (one of his current flames) and she entered the limo with we puzzled “winners.” We then proceeded to the current “hot” dance club in St. Louis where we three “winners” ate a horrible meal and spent hours watching our Sales Manager dance, smooch, and try to impress the new flame. We left the club early, thankfully, and he dropped us off at our hotel and he, his lady and the limo drove off into the St. Louis night.

This was one of the bosses in my life I didn’t like, respect or pay much attention to anything he said. Gratefully, neither did the owner of the company and the winter-tanned sales boss was gone after a short stay.

Let me tell you about my current boss.

He listens to me. He has empathy for my feelings. He believes in me. He thinks I work too hard and should cut back a bit. He thinks I’m underpaid and constantly bitches about it to the heavens. My boss only wants the best for me.

I have to admit, he’s the best boss I’ve ever had.

A recent example: If you look at the top of my blog title, you’ll see the words, Mon & Fri. This means I’m supposed to write a blog every Monday and Friday. Last Friday, I didn’t feel like it. I wasn’t sick. I wanted to do something else. So, honestly, I called in sick. I told my boss I wasn’t up to writing my Friday blog. He said, “No Problem.”

That’s a boss I believe in. I’d do anything for my boss.

I can’t wait til “National Bosses Day.” It’s just two weeks away.
I have this beautiful gift all picked out for him.

I hope you feel that way about your boss.

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We Beat Estonia. Yea!

We Beat Estonia. Yea!

Where in the hell is Estonia! Don’t matter. We beat them. And believe it or not, we also beat New Zealand. Yea!

This thing where we beat the hell out of Estonia is in the newest Lancet study. What is Lancet? It’s a weekly peer-reviewed Medical Journal founded in London in 1823. The Lancet is one of the oldest and one of the best known medical journals in the world.

The Lancet studies many things having to do with medicine, living, dying and getting well. They publish case reports, medical findings, editorials, correspondence, book reviews and studies.

Their latest study is what I’m discussing today. This may be the most comprehensive study of human health, disease, poverty, water sanitation, vaccine inoculations, response to natural disasters, HIV…and on and on.

This study combines TEN YEARS of research on thirty three different topics, like the ones above, all compiled to show the countries with the best living standards and health.

When you see the results,which doesn’t show the USA as #1, I’m sure there will be skepticism, disbelief, crying foul, rigged system and other notes of anguished critics. After all, if someone even suggests that we aren’t the Number One in everything, then that person is probably a commie-pinko who should move if they don’t drink the kool-aid.


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So we should ask WHO did this terrible survey which didn’t find us Numero Uno?

Just one thousand eight hundred and seventy researchers from one hundred and twenty four countries. I’ll spell it out. 1870 scientists from 124 countries (yes we were one of the countries with many of the scientists) compiled the data from 33 different data points collected over a TEN YEAR STUDY.

I’m sure there is at least one individual who will say it is a Chinese hoax. I believe he also said that about Climate Change. Oh, well, you can be rich and still be a moron (or claim to be rich, how would we know?)

So read it and weep.
Here are the healthiest and highest living standards ranked by country.

Don’t worry, we beat Estonia.

Performance of countries based on measures of 33 factors
including diseases, suicide rates, road injuries, smoking,
water qualities, war…and more.

1   Iceland                   16  Denmark
2   Singapore               17  Cyprus
3   Sweden                  18  Belgium
4   Andorra                  19  Switzerland
5   United Kingdom    20  Italy
6   Finland                   21  Brunei
7   Spain                      22  Portugal
8   Netherlands            23  Israel
9   Canada                   24  France
10 Australia                 25  Slovenia
11 Norway                  26  Greece
12 Luxembourg           27  Japan
13 Ireland                    28 United States
14 Malta                      29 Estonia
15 Germany                30 New Zealand



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