Views + News from Small Town Colorado

Ever wonder how your life would change if you:
• Got the hell out of the city?

• Traded skyscrapers for just freakin' sky?
• Gave up Lithium?

I just did. Roam with me in small town Colorado where no cow is sacred, the heartland has a brain and nobody's afraid to let the buffalo chips fly.

Ask away,
Buffalo Phil


Friday, April 1, 2011

Farmer Bob Falls To Mad Cow Men Disease

Q. While Washington fiddles around, millions of people can't afford to go see a doctor. What's your solution to the healthcare crisis? -- Sick and tired in the Tetons

BPA. Good question. I have no idea. I can tell you that out here in the heartland, nobody's immune to bad awful sickness and many hard-working folks can't afford insurance.  Sad thing. Especially for folks suffering from life-altering diseases they don't even know they have.

One that's spread, invisible like, from the City to even off-the-grid places is a nasty mental disorder I call Mad Cow Men Disease. Caused by extreme exposure to media, MCMD re-configures the brain to create the false sense that one is a marketing genius. 

Nowadays, just about everybody thinks they come up with the next big idea and how to advertise it. You know what I'm talking about. How else would anybody in their right mind come up with the Slanket?

The disease doesn't care who you are or where you live. Proof: Farmer Bob's DIY hay selling signs on County Road 63. He's so far gone, he doesn't realize he ripped off the Got Milk campaign. Thinks it was all his idea. Doesn't even know he needs medical help, so he'll never seek it. If we can spread more diseases folks don't know they have, maybe that'd solve the healthcare crisis.

Hope that answers your question.