The Internet is a Great Benefit to Retired People. Years ago, Men would Retire from Work and Die Quickly... Due to Boredom... Lack of Things to Fill up their time...

It's Possible that the Internet will actually extent the lifespan of Retired People... It keeps the Mind Occupied... Chatting with Friends on Facebook... Writing an Autobiography... Uploading Music Videos and Art... Writing Opinion Articles for a Blog. It appears that about a hundred people a day read my words of wisdom. Even if my words are NOT particularly Wise. It keeps my mind active thinking up what to say... Learning Stuff... Watching Music Videos on Youtube... Looking at Photographs taken by people I know... I especially enjoy Videos of the Children in my Family... 

I remember that My Father used to Watch the News on TV and It would make him angry... So he would yell at the TV... NOT as satisfying as WRITING an opinion article and publishing it on Google's Blogger, Facebook, Tumblr, Ello, Mastodon, Minds and Wordpress... People read My Words and Comment... 

I tried sitting on the back porch and observing the trees... and the creek... It's not that great... 

Just watching TV all day allows Other People to Determine What is Available to Watch... and what IDEAS are Poured into My Brain... They are in business to sell advertising and so they simply show whatever the most number of people with disposable income want to watch... For Example: On my dish we have about ten movie channels and they repeat the top 100 movies again and again... Men in Black, Harry Potter, Ghostbusters and Total Recall are shown about once a week...

However there are a few networks that provide different content. Free Speech TV, Link TV, CSPAN and PBS all have no advertisements and NO CORPORATE MASTERS. 

Great TV News/Talk Program: "The David Pakman Show." - Insightful introspection of News and Callers Questions.

https://davidpakman.com/ 

Why let Trump Pour Poison In Your Brain?
STOP READING TWITTER!
It's Been Infected with Lies and Propaganda.

I remember some interesting people I met in the Mental Hospital. Especially the Realtor Woman who lost a Fortune in 2009 due to Bush's Banking Disaster.

Her friends and family also lost their life savings because they invested in Real Estate and then the market melted down... They blamed her for their misfortunes... They had her committed to the Mental Hospital. When we first met she was wearing a Chico State Alumni Shirt and TRANSLUCENT pants... with purple underwear visible. Very Sexy. I also am a Chico State Alumni and Heterosexual... So I Introduced myself. I Listened to her sad tale and told her that she was falsely accused. It was not HER FAULT that the Capitalist System Self Destructed... It was the fault of Executives in the Bank of America and other Wall Street Masters of the Universe... She was one of those classic Sorority Women that make Chico Famous. A Very Beautiful White Person.

There was a teenager that constantly laughed... He insisted that we play loud rap music constantly... When I was in conference with my Psychiatrist I took the boom box away from him and locked the door... because it was MY TIME.

There was an older Black man that insisted we all watch basketball games on the TV in the group room. While we all had a right to select what channel we watched, he was so insistent that we watch basketball that the rest of us gave up... and let him have his was... because otherwise he would get very angry...

And then there was a patient that was a Nurse on the Outside who constantly gave other people free advice... unless the Doctors gave her Heavy Medications that made her sleep all day.  The free advice was really annoying...

The Doctors gave me LITHIUM which made all emotions extremely amplified. If I wasn't crazy before I went in They CERTAINLY gave me Chemicals designed to Drive Me Crazy.

Read More At: http://gvan42.blogspot.com/2018/03/growing-up-in-los-gatos-california-in.html

I'm getting to like Scientology... They have a new TV Channel and it seems to make sense...

The WingDings say: Legalize Marijuana

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