Hardly a morning dawns that I don’t look toward the sunrise coming over the Sierra and give a gracious gracias to the unseen Goddess that I don’t live in what has become of the once-great United States of America.
It’s a nation sadly engulfed in silliness, therapies, irrationality, historical ignorance, organic grub, radicalism, red ink and self-obsessed people.
Now hear this: The Centers for Disease Control has declared that up to 20 percent of American youth may be mentally ill.
The most common problems are anxiety and depression. Perhaps for not getting an invitation to the prom. America spends, or so it is reported, about $247 billion yearly to diagnose and treat these “illnesses.”
More emotionally stable societies (like the one I blessedly live in) would see this alleged insanity as hormones and . . . kids growing up.
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(Art by Kevin Rooke.)