From Nightline: “TONIGHT'S SUBJECT: A sniper is terrorizing the Washington area. Six people are dead, two wounded. No one knows where, or when, he or she will strike again. This is terrorism in the most literal sense: people are scared and don't know quite what to do.”
Amazing sign of our times that things are so crazy with bush and his mysterious new war on Iraq and all the other terror going on around the world that this lone sniper stalking innocent people seems like such a minor news story comparatively. Right out of a movie and a lot of people don’t even know it's happening. But what's more is the fact that someone is still capable of doing this right here in our nations capital and we can’t catch him. Crazy.
Getting ready to go on a spiritual sabbatical next week. Agents called from Atlanta about setting up dates for upcoming tour for the east coast. Band is excited. Still sick with a cold. went to the doctor’s office—a new doctor due to new insurance—a regular md doctor. Hadn't been to one in a long time. I couldn’t believe it. not only did he not know anything about health. He didn't even look healthy. He was fat, had psoriasis, bloated. Walked with kind of a limp. Had a donut in his mouth while he spoke. It was as funny as it was traumatizing. A whole room full of helpless sheep in the waiting room who were his patients. Little did they know. Because they are so used to it. they don’t know any better.
He told me it didn't look like a bacterial infection and then prescribed an anti-biotic anyway. I told him his practice reminded me of the quackery you read about in Time and Newsweek. He got real scared. I told him to close his door because I was about to yell and I didn't want his staff to hear. He closed the door. And I yelled. Then we talked for a while. I told him my DHT levels were regularly high and we should test for it. He asked me what that was. It was sad. He just didn't know much. All he knew was to prescribe pills. Scary. I told him I needed to see an ENT specialist for my throat to see why I am losing my voice. He said, well if you aren't going to take anti-biotics then what good is he going to do for you? I replied, ‘are you trying to say that's all a throat doctor is going to be able to do for me or anyone else? Prescribe some fucking pills for someone who is losing their voice?!’ he says, “well that and prescribe other medicine like steroids…” I was like, ‘so that's what it comes down to now for you guys is just prescribing drugs? You don’t do anything else?” he just stared at me. had no idea what I was getting at. And of course not. I looked at the way his big stomach protruded out of his body. He didn’t have a clue about health.
