Wednesday, Fort Wayne, Indiana

Dr. Gunnar Ollsen is a senior research fellow at the Teletherapy Institute in Fowler Indiana. He was born in Holland and emigrated to the U.S. as a teenager. He became addicted to television, typically devoting over one hundred hours each week to watching. Sent by his parents to counseling, he then developed a reaction formation and became committed to spreading the idea that television is destroying American civilization. He now devotes his life to the science of Teletherapy - the study of hidden meanings in television programs. He sent this note to me:

Dr. Will,

Lately I have been asked to define what it means to be normal. So, based on my extensive study of television I believe I am more than qualified to answer. Here are some ideas:

The fundamental characteristic of understanding your family’s dysfunction is how aware you are of what is considered normal. To begin, take this test:

Normal Family: While sitting around the dinner table, they discuss a news story about a crime in their community
Abnormal Family: While sitting around the dinner table, they discuss bail issues for their family member who was involved in a crime in their community

Normal Family: The parents are consistently and actively involved in school activities
Abnormal Family: The parents are consistently and actively suing the local schools

Normal Family: At a concert, family members scan and appreciate the skill of all the participating musicians
Abnormal Family: At a concert, at least one member of the family becomes erotically transfixed by the nail polish of the Oboe player

Normal Family: Over the years, the family has accumulated a wide variety of memories and stories about family vacations
Abnormal Family: Over the years have accumulated a wide variety of memories and stories about family vacations which include at least eleven instances of members vomiting alcohol in a public place

Normal Family: Drops money into the collection plate at church on Sunday
Abnormal Family: Makes change from the collection plate at church on Sunday

Normal Family: Punishes their child for their misbehavior at school
Abnormal Family: Sues the school for punishing their child

Normal Family: Spends time training their new dog to be friendly to visitors
Abnormal Family: Spends time training their new dog to attack

One reliable method for determining whether you are normal or abnormal is to use an example of your art work. By analyzing how you draw another individual, the scientists can ascertain your mental health. Try this exercise:

On a clean sheet of paper, and using a crisply sharpened pencil with thick lead, draw a stick figure picture of your father, your mother, and your oldest sister (if you do not have a sister, imagine you did and draw her). Do not use the real life individuals as models, or even photographs. Draw from memory and your own unconscious. Draw rapidly and without thinking. Don’t try to trick or out-think the scientists. It never works and they can tell when you have tried to cheat. This will reflect badly on your score.

Do not edit or revise the picture. But immediately send it to the staff at the Nick-at-Nite Personality Institute in Jonesborough, Tennessee. The results will be mailed to you within 7-10 weeks. Good luck!

Thursday, Lafayette, Indiana

Vern Woodley is a fifth generation bee keeper from Sacramento, California. He was in therapy with Dr. Will after his family business went belly up when his hives failed and he was blamed. He now teaches apiology (that’s the study of bees) at a community college and privately breeds a strain of aggressive attack bees in his yard.

Hey Dr. Will,

I read with interest the awarding of the Nobel Peace Prize to Al Gore for his work on alerting the world about the Global Warming crisis. And while I admire him for sounding the alarm, I must say that anyone in the agriculture business did not need the Vice President to tell them something was going on with the weather. The farmers, ranchers and bee keepers have known for a long time that something was happening.

The signs of climate change are everywhere, from the drowning polar bears to our clammy clothing. For the first time ever, my bees are continually flying into napkins and I suspect that it’s because they are perspiring! And my neighbor’s cows have lost 40% of their body weight because of the heat. And, get this, on a recent Alaskan cruise my sister Ella claims she only needed a light sweater. Say whaa!??

Well, what are we going to do about this? Surely more than just give out awards. No, action must be taken immediately. Here’s my five point plan to beat back the killer effects of Global Warming:

1. Prison for lawn waterers
2. Mandatory worldwide curtains for every window to keep indoor temperatures stable
3. Electroshock therapy for anyone driving a Hummer
4. Two minute timers on all sink faucets in the world
5. Swarms of attack bees let loose on polluters

I believe if we followed these simple steps we would slow the warming process enough to give our scientists time to solve the problem by designing a global dome or some other practical device to shield us from nature. If you are not convinced about these measures, maybe you have some idea s of your own. If so, well spit it out!

- My cousin Larry, a farmer in Maine, was able to successfully grow a rubber tree

- This year my tomatoes average three pounds apiece

- I often see butterflies in my yard in January

- Virtually every shirt I own has holes in the armpits

- It took six weeks for the paint on my house to dry

- My fingernails now grow at twice the rate as before

- My dogs sleep an average of 18 hours a day

- For the past two years my underarm deodorant is no longer effective

- When I walk through my living room the rug makes a squishing sound

- When I shower I usually have to scrub moss off my skin

Thursday, Minneapolis, Minnesota

Dr. Gunnar Ollsen is a senior research fellow at the Teletherapy Institute in Fowler Indiana. He was born in Holland and emigrated to the U.S. as a teenager. He became addicted to television, typically devoting over one hundred hours each week to watching. Sent by his parents to counseling, he then developed a reaction formation and became committed to spreading the idea that television is destroying American civilization. He now devotes his life to the science of teletherapy - the study of hidden meanings in television programs. He responded to a recent entry to this journal:

Dr. Will,

I saw your entry on the disease of codependence. And of course you are wrong. For one thing you completely ignored the impact of television as a principle cause of this terrible ailment. In fact, codependence is a psychological illness that is triggered by inappropriate television viewing. The numbing effect of mindless, uncritical television watching can reinforce unconscious impulses which lead to codependent behavior.

The reason is that television often creates images of idealized lifestyles. These images include vivid depictions of people who have better personalities than you, are more physically attractive than you, wealthier than you, and happier than you. This can induce self loathing in some people.

Look at the individuals on Bay Watch. Now look at yourself in the mirror and consider your own life. Let’s be honest, yours pales in comparison. You are not as beautiful, endowed, or blessed as they are in any way and, this is key, you have no hope of ever achieving these assets in this life. Ever.

For some people, this thought becomes so depressing that it compels them to punish themselves. It raises thoughts of personal unworthiness. It engenders the idea that you are worthless refuse fit only to serve those around you in a self emptying manner.

This feeling is of unworthiness is the sum and substance of Codependence. You become a servant to everyone around you. Their needs are important, yours are not. This is the twisted thinking of the codependent. And what is terrifying is that some studies estimate that the incidence of Codependence in America is 80% of the adult population according to my research. And no wonder, there is a television in every home and Bay Watch is the “most widely viewed program in the world.” (Spoken by David Hasselhoff to Benny Hill, February, 1991)

If care-taking is an essential ingredient of codependency, does this mean that Alice, the Brady’s housekeeper, is codependent? Not necessarily. What about the Nanny? Not likely. Codependency is taking care of others in order to feel good about ourselves; it is caretaking in an unhealthy way. With this in mind, it is probable that Mrs. Baxter is more codependent than her maid, Hazel. A codependent is in a psychological prison. The role one plays in society does not always indicate the illness. Sometimes it is easy to spot a codependent.

Even a child with limited intellect and poor grades would say that Olive Oyl was in the advanced stages of the disease. Everyone knows Col. Henry Blake’s Codependence was quite progressed. Other famous Television codependents include Mary Richards, Barnaby Jones, Lassie, the Skipper, and Oscar Madison. So efore you start lapping your gums with your inane psychobabble, Doctor, stop and think. It’s Television! Tevelvision! Television!

God bless and have a great viewing day!

Gunnar

Teletherapy’s Eight Signs of Codependency

1. A persistent sense of humiliation while watching television

2. Feelings of rage toward Marsha Brady

3. Strong suspicion that many of the jokes on Friends are targeted at you and your ilk

4. Experiencing odor memory of an unpleasant early trauma while viewing Mr. Ed

5. Deep desire to personally intervene while watching Mary Tyler Moore

6. Nausea during the Incredible Hulk

7. Powerful, lingering connection to the characters on Cheers

8. You have been in a close personal relationship with at least four people who were later sent to prison (The criminal activity most the television related)

Tuesday, Lafayette, Indiana
Special Guest: Sean Boyd

(For the original post go to the archives and look up May 8th)

Sean Boyd was Dr. Will’s patient for two years as part of a court ordered agreement to be treated for anger management. He was a Catholic priest for six years but left as a result of a fist fight with his Bishop over Bingo receipts. He now owns a pub in Wheaton, Illinois called “The Irish Brogue.” He has devoted his spare time to a newsletter for ex-priests and nuns called “The Lost Frock.”
Dr. Will,

I noticed your post over the weekend about that Irish whack job, Sinead O’Connor. I vividly recall that incident when she desecrated the photo of the Holy Father. That was a shocking scandal to be sure. In fact, I hustled down to the NBC studios that very night and was prepared to confront Sinead and pop her one for all her insults. And that goes for anyone who was with her. But unfortunately I got a speeding ticket on the Wet Side Highway and never made it. She was lucky that night I’ll tell you!

What is it with these spoiled singers and their antics onstage? Here’s my theory. When someone becomes a celebrity they are suddenly surrounded by a bunch of suck ups who cater to their every whim, They have agents, assistants and other helpers who spend their time making sure that the precious cargo that is their boss is never inconvenienced or put in a situation of discomfort. From schlepping their personal belongings to demanding that everyone encountering the star is deferential to their whims and needs the star is shielded from typical human suffering.

In other words, the celebrity never has to feel upset. So as a result they feel that what they say is significant and what they feel must be acknowledged.

So Sinead and her ilk are so indulged that they feel they can say or do anything. Whoever doesn’t like it can just blow it out their nose. Here’s what I think should be done with the Sinead O’Connors of the world. A good thrashing. But not by me, of course, I have NEVER - and I mean NEVER popped a woman or a boy. And anyone who says otherwise…well, I will pop them one good.
A lot of so called regular people are now acting as if they are a celebrity or should be treated like one. These people need to be popped if you ask me.

I call these the ten indicators that you are spoiled celebrity:

1. You never carry luggage

2. You never sit in the front passenger seat of an automobile

3. You are able to use the phrase “my people”

4. You have never cooked a meal

5. You never do laundry

6. Each morning your wardrobe is selected by others

7. You shoelaces are usually tied by someone else

8. If a group’s attention is focused on someone else, you immediately leave

9. You hide your face from paparazzi that you had personally arranged to be present

10. Your annual payment to a plastic surgeon exceeds the annual salary of the average American

Thursday, Boston, Massachusetts

Madame Petite - She’s a Medium: She sees what you cannot see!

Madame Petite was a client of Dr. Will’s for 13 years following the disappearance of her sister Lucy. During treatment she claims to have discovered her psychic abilities. She used these powers to find her missing sister who was suffering traumatic amnesia and living in a small village in Madison, Wisconsin. She reunited with Lucy and they live together in a mobile home in the town of Crawfordsville, Indiana. This is her report on matters transcendent:

Greetings from Voices of The Other Side Dr. Will

I was not yet aware of the passing of the legendary mime Marcel Marceau this past week. But sure enough the great man contacted me in a vision last night. Of course it took me a while to realize it was really him because he spoke in a loud, high pitched voice. He told me to get up and go to the full length mirror in my bedroom. And there he was in the mirror wearing a big floppy hat. He was clearly distraught. I asked what was burdening him and he began to tell me:

First of all, no sooner do I enter the great Kingdom when the greeting angel makes a face at me and says, ‘Oh, it’s you.’ I said ‘Excuse me?’ He said, ‘All right, I’ll be blunt, I don’ like mimes!’ But before I could react to his comment, a lightening bolt evaporated him right in front of me! And a loud voice thundered, ‘Sorry about that, Marcel.’ Then the voice muttered, ‘man, you crack me up!’

I was shown around the place which is, of course fantastic. At one point I caught a glimpse of my reflection and realized to my consternation that I was in white face! I asked my guide about it and he chuckled, ‘well, that demand came from the highest authority, if you get my drift.’ I asked why and was told, ‘look, it’s well known up here that there is great exasperation with all the yapping that goes on down there. And it’s jawing without a purpose. It’s like talking to hear myself talk. There’s little regard for listening. I’ve actually seen SB…er, that’s how we refer to the Supreme Being here…yell out ‘Oy Vey! Put a sock in it!’ In fact, when Chris Farley showed up SB had him do his Matt Foley bit and howled laughing when Chris bellowed, ‘I wish you would just shut your big YAPPER!’

I have already met some amazing individuals. Went to a Pavarotti concert and the great tenor has really slimmed down. Between numbers he introduced me to the crown and they cheered when I was acknowledged. At the intermission there was another unique welcome that I know you would especially enjoy. Turns out Alice Ghostley and Marion Lorne were brought up on stage and joyously hugged each other to wild applause. I had no idea who they were until Marcel reminded me that they played Esmerelda and bumbling Aunt Clara on the show Bewitched. Turns out that this show was hugely popular with many of the original Apostles! When Ghostley arrived last week it is said that St. Matthew himself burst into tears of joy! Go figure.

Well, that’s all from here. Except that at the end of his appearance Marcel added ominously, “stay tuned for an unexpected passage!” Oh oh!

My advice, Dr. Will, stay inside!

Amy tried her hand at the analyis of Scoobie Doo. She does an outstanding job!

First of all, each of the characters represents a different “type” of person we might find in our daily lives. In fact, we might be able to relate to one of them personally:

Daphne, the bright and pretty. Freddie appears to favor, or rather “protect” her and she often defers to the others. She represents the quintessential female of the time.

Thelma, the brainy tomboy, is independant and takes charge. She isn’t threatening to the others and works for the common good of the group.

Freddie, the studly sleuth, is the friendly pleaser. He rallys the group to solve the mystery while hoping he’ll score with Daphne eventually (there’s always a guy like this in the workplace).

Shaggy is the baby steps risk-taker. He makes his moves with his alter-ego (Scooby) at his heels. “I’ll do it if you do it.” He gets into tight situations, yet comes out scared, but unharmed. Scooby is Shaggy’s “other personality,” and not really a true dog at all. So, that’s it for the “life” reasons we watched the show. There’s a little of all of them in and or around all of us.

As for the death part, we humans love to be safely scared. Maybe it’s in the genes the same way we need to alter our reality in other ways. The shows gave us just enough of a fear rush to deliver the “drug.” The plots always safely side-stepped reality enough that we could immerse ourselves in the fear without nightmares of something REALLY happening. We were safely delivered back to our couches with the villian’s words, “and I would have gotten away with it, too, if it weren’t for you meddling kids.” Ahhh, safe and sound until we needed the next fix, knowing we could defeat fear and death in about 30 minutes (including commercials).

Monday, Boston, Massachusetts

Dr. Jurgen White was a fellow graduate student with Dr. Will at Columbia and was expelled for burning down a science building during a protest. White completed his studies in Venezuela where he specialized in classic American television. He is, according to his own description, “the world’s premiere classic television analyst.”

Visually impaired and pale skinned after being splashed with ammonia by his disgruntled housekeeper Vicki, White is the author of several pamphlets and monographs detailing his theories about the future life of many classic television characters. His works include “The Flamboyant Pathology of The Brady Bunch” and "Theories on the Future Life of George Costanza.” He sent me the following note:

Dr. Will,

I thought you might be interested in distributing my latest research into the great classic The Andy Griffith Show. In particular, by using sophisticated computer models, I have developed a working theory on the future of Gomer’s cousin, Goober Pyle. I thoroughly believe this theory!

In a joint research project funded jointly by the Jurgen White Television Institute and Burger King, an extensive study was conducted to determine what is called the “life probability” of television characters. Using the exacting insight of Teletherapy, the scientists were able to look into the future and project, with startling accuracy, the future fate of every character that ever appeared on television. Below is one of the famous characters with the results of their LPB (Life Probability Analysis), including their MLS (Mid Life Snapshot)

Goober Pyle

Life Probability Analysis: Although he was certainly intellectually limited, perhaps even mildly retarded, Goober had sufficient social skills to function independently. His work as a mechanic was risky, however, due to the high probability that he would misdiagnose and blunder with some frequency. Add to this his constricted communication skills, shoddy personal hygiene, and discomfort with confrontation, and Goober is quite vulnerable to a work-related crisis. Along with his cousin Gomer, it was likely that before too long, he would become involved in a serious altercation involving an irate customer.

Mid Life Snapshot: Goober eventually marries a depressed and irritable woman eleven years his junior, and they have two children who both experience multiple faile dmarriages and become meth addicts. After several incidents involving his questionable mechanical skills, his auto repair business decreases to a bare minimum. The oil shortage in the 1970’s, however, creates more profit in fuel sales. Goober becomes a franchise for a major national oil chain, installs the first self- serve pumps in Mayberry, and opens three more locations. He becomes wealthy. But in 1984, he and Gomer are severely injured when a tanker truck explodes at their station due to their mechanical error. Now walking with a severe limp, and, as a result of extensive plastic surgery, Goober is unrecognizable to viewers.

Thursday, Purdue University, West Lafayette, Indiana

Sean Boyd was Dr. Will’s patient for two years as part of a court ordered agreement to be treated for anger management. He was a Catholic priest for six years but left as a result of a fist fight with his Bishop over Bingo receipts. He now owns a pub in Wheaton, Illinois called “The Irish Brogue.” He has devoted his spare time to a newsletter for ex-priests and nuns called “The Lost Frock.”

Dr. Will,

As you now I have spent the past twenty years of my life dedicated to having Mr. Johnny Appleseed canonized as a saint. I am happy to announce that we are making some headway. I had a great conversation in my pub with Father Jim Collison a parish priest from Fort Wayne Indiana - which as you know is where Johnny (I should say, "Saint Johnny") is buried.

He tells me his cousin Whitney actually works in the Vatican and knows the folks who work in the canonization department (part of his job is getting them coffee and cannolis every morning). What luck! He has promised to personally intervene on behalf of our efforts to finally recognize the great fertilizer himself. I should be hearing something soon.

On another front, I was contacted through my website by a man in Louisville Kentucky who believes he is a descendent of Appleseed. His claim is based on the behavior of his son, Willy, who has for some unknown reason taken up the habit of walking around his community planting apple seeds on people’s lawns. The father claims Willy had never heard of Johnny Appleseed but one day put a cooking pot on top of his head and began roaming around the neighborhood with a trowel. Now, while it’s possible that little Willy has gone around the bend, who knows? This could be Johnny reaching out across time and space to nudge us along with the canonization process.

In any case, it’s amazing to me that it is taking this long. I mean here is Mother Teresa speeding along in the process and Appleseed can’t get arrested! And think about what he accomplished. Here it was, just after the turn of the nineteenth century and Johnny sets out from Boston and walks! to Indiana carrying bags of seeds. (Yes, you read that right - he walked!) And as he went around the country he planted seeds and talked to animals. I mean, isn’t this the exact same approach Francis of Assisi used?

Everyone who met him remarked at how kind he was and gentle with animals. He even took a caring interest in insects. Right there! Let me tell you that if you have a warm emotional reaction to mosquitoes and horse flies, you’re guaranteed to be in the heavenly Kingdom as far as I’m concerned! According to someone who knew him well, Appleseed was camping in the woods and noticed that mosquitoes were flying into his fire and being burned. “Good,” you say!? Not Johnny! He put out the fire and said “why should I have a comfortable fire if it results in killing God’s creatures?” Whoa!

There are many stories about Johnny Johnny Appleseed’s generosity. He gave away his clothing and dressed in rags and he never wore shoes, no matter what the weather. It is a miracle he lived to be nearly 70 years old. He is buried in Fort Wayne, Indiana.

Here are Johnny Appleseed’s Saintly credentials:

Monday, Cincinnati, Ohio

Hey Dr. Will

Once again you appeared in a dream I had this week. In the dream I was shopping at Super Target and as I turned down the linen aisle there you were, wearing a smock and a paper hat, stocking the shelves! I said hello and you looked up in shock. You practically shouted at me, “What!? Like I can get by on a therapist’s salary?” I reached down and struck you on the head with a bag of potatoes and you whimpered like a child. I have no idea what this means but I woke up feeling very powerful.

Now on to matters transcendent. I have had significant experiences this past week. Here are some of these items:

- The big news from the Other Side this week is, of course the arrival into the Kingdom of opera superstar Luciano Pavarotti. He contacted me the next day. I was having a quiet moment at a local Starbucks and enjoying reading a Capote’s In Cold Blood when suddenly I felt a strong presence. It was accompanied by a powerful aroma that I realized was biscotti cookies. I closed my eyes and went into a trance and heard the distinctive voice of the great Tenor himself.

Here is some of what he told me:

Madame, prepare to write some notes. I have only been here a few days and already there have been some disconcerting experiences:

First of all, to my great horror, as I was welcomed into the eternal Kingdom there was music playing. And, get this, it was a Teenie Bopper band from the 1960’s called The Archies! The greeting angel was swaying and smiling to the music and I asked what they were playing he said, “Oh, that’s their big hit, Sugar, Sugar.” I asked why they were chosen to play and was told that the “welcoming gig is rotated among all the musicians here. You happened to arrive during what we call the year of Bubble Gum music.” I immediately threw up!

Of course I asked to be taken to meet my hero, the legendary Enrico Caruso. I was whisked into his presence where to my amazement he was immersed in a game of bocce with a group of Italian truck drivers. I asked about his heavenly performances, assuming he was still actively using his great gift. He waved his hand away in disgust and said, “Nah! For me it’s now all about bocce,” as he turned to roll again. “But why?” I asked, horrified. “As you will soon learn, the great one is - are you ready - tone deaf!” Again I tossed my lunch.

The final straw was when I learned that during the orientation I was assigned to be sharing a class with another new arrival, a woman named Leona Helmsley. She is a vile cretin from New York who is undergoing a radical reeducation to correct her earthly values. Apparently she was a reprehensible individual who was known as the “Queen of Mean” for her abominable treatment of others. At the first orientation session, St. Francis of Assisi walked right up to her and ordered a flock of robins and cardinals to peck her mercilessly. Bloodied and subdued, Francis recalled the birds who landed all over him as he turned and left the room. It made me queasy and I had to excuse myself to run outside and be sick.

In fairness I must also say that there are amazing and positive things here. The food is beyond your imagination. I am eating like a stranded man rescued from an island. And to my delight there are no physical consequences to gorging oneself.

And finally I must say that although a lot of the music we hear around us is unbearably treacly and like nails on a slate, there are a few pockets of musical artists that gather together. I am enjoying my new companionship with John Lennon (who admitted he cannot abide listening to Yoko’s voice), Evis Presley and Jimi Hendrix. The first thing they asked me was to hit my famous High C note. When I let it rip they cheered and clapped. We are now all fast friends.

I will come to you again and keep you posted on new developments. I have to run now, I just saw Don Ho and I think he is stalking me.

That was the end of Pavarotti’s communication with me. I was then shaken awake by the manager of Starbucks who said I was moaning aloud and disturbing the other customers. I gathered my things and left. I knew he would not understand if I told him about my amazing experience.

Have a good week and I will be reporting again with news from the Other Side!

Madame Petite - I’m a Medium!

Tuesday, Providence, Rhode Island

Dr. Gunnar Ollsen was born in Holland and emigrated to the U.S. as a teenager. He soon became addicted to television, typically devoting over one hundred hours each week to watching. Sent by his parents to counseling, he then developed a reaction formation and became committed to spreading the idea that television is destroying American civilization. He now devotes his life to, in his words, “killing television before it kills us!” He sent the following:

Dr. Will,

Here is an article I recently submitted to the New York Times. So far no response but I hereby give you permission to print it.

Despite what you may think, I have a balanced view about television. But I believe we are in dreamland when it comes to its dangers. Like any household equipment, television can be a valued convenience or an instrument of death. Of all the household appliances, I believe that only the refrigerator has killed more people. It is ruining millions of children each year and parents must be on guard for the early signs of television related problems. And there are many emotional, social, and psychological illnesses unique to television viewers.

For starters, here is a list of five television related maladies that I have personally identified. I am appalled that these have never been defined or described in the self help literature.

Television Separation Stare: When unable to be near a television, the victim is so anxious, that they become transfixed by any object whose shape resembles a television. In extreme cases, victims have been known to sit motionless in front of a microwave oven and even the dark opening of a dog house.

Cartoon Phonics Disorder: Over-identification with animated characters with speech impediments creates chronic phonetic difficulty.

Ryan Screen Fungus: This rare condition whereby the victim watches TV immediately after invigorating physical activity and while still perspiring. Such prolonged viewing in damp clothing triggers a skin fungus. It was named after Michael Ryan whose television induced fungus was so severe his skin had a permanent green hue.

Cable Wire Phobia: A condition of extreme fear that the cable system will malfunction and cut the victim off from viewing. A related condition is known as SDAC (“Satellite Dish Aiming Compulsion”) which describes a compulsion to constantly realign a satellite dish for better reception. These conditions often require hospitalization during thunderstorms.

Goodson-Toddson Reactive Narcalepsy: Over-dependency on the action of game shows creating a tendency to nod off during any perceived lapse of excitement.

And the list goes on! I have personally identified over two dozen psychological disorders directly related t television viewing. I believe America is circling the drain and it is television that is flushing us all away.

Think about it!