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injections that gave him almost perpetual energy and good spirits.That’s when the name
“Dr. Feelgood” came up; his real identity was still not known, but he was supposed to be
supplying Eddie with the chemicals.

The rumors became documented stories and led to investigations, and as I remember
now, Eddie admitted that he had come to rely on this “friend” who happily supplied him—
and a number of other entertainers and folks in show biz—with all the “uppers” they
wanted. And of course, in short order, most became dependent on them and the
“doctor” who supplied them.

    The entertainment business, as I certainly
    discovered, is high pressure, almost
    constantly. It encourages crazy hours and
    an ever-readiness to perform. Being tired is
    no excuse, and something that lifts the
    energy level is welcome.

But after the initial apparent benefit comes the dependency. And then the usual search
for more potent stimulants, including “downers” to help you come down, to sleep after
days of being “high.” It’s a terrible trap, a spiral that may seem up, but one that will
eventually crash and burn.

And so it has been with too many legendary performers like Jimi Hendrix, Janis Joplin,
Jim Morrison, rockers and actors and people in “the biz.” Elvis Presley had his “Dr.
Feelgood.” And lately, so did Michael Jackson.

Michael was hypersensitive, always active and creating, and he had trouble sleeping. So
he came to depend intimately on this “man with the bag,” the one who could give him
stimulants when he was dog-tired, and stronger medications to help him sleep. It now
appears that the still-young man, acclaimed to be the greatest entertainer in history,
died from too much potent anesthesia provided by his “Dr. Feelgood.”

This is tragic, and though understandable, unforgivable.

And now our country, or at least a large portion of
it, looks to another “Dr. Feelgood” in much the
same ways as did the tragic entertainers.

In this case, we know the man’s name—Dr. Obama.
Well, he’s not really a doctor, and it’s not expected
that he knows much of anything about medicine or
the practice of it. He hasn’t been accused of
practicing medicine without a license; he has,
though, been accused of practicing government
with little or no experience.

He arrived when the country was, and still is, experiencing a terrific malaise, a financial
and moral sickness that afflicts most countries once in a while—almost like the flu. Our
symptoms include headaches of war, the ulcerous pain of economic distress, the fever of
political discontent, and general disorientation and discontent.

Quite unexpectedly, a practitioner appeared, almost like an old time Hadacol or snake oil
salesman, saying “I’ve got the answer to what ails you! I can alter your diet, I can offer
you stimulus, I can take away your headaches and stomach pains. Just take these
“change” pills. They’ll make you feel good.”

Like any good salesman, he made his “remedy” sound so hopeful and
reasonable that the public clamored for it. Hardly anybody asked to see his
license and inquire what real experience he had as a doctor. Or really, what
experience of any kind. And he became the national “Dr. Feelgood.”

And barely into his new role, he announced he was going to prescribe a revolutionary
new approach to curing what ails us. He and his little team were going to take over our
whole medical and insurance system, and turn it into something 85 percent Americans
say they don’t want and don’t need. We’ve been saying, “Doctor, slow down! We’re not
that sick; we like our healthcare pretty much the way it is. Sure, there are some things
out of whack here and there, but we can fix those without major, exhaustive, terribly
expensive surgery!”

But Dr. Feelgood said, “I’m the doctor. I know what’s best for you. You’ll take what I
prescribe for you and like it. Open your mouths and swallow it! You can’t even read or
understand the prescription, but my friend the pharmacist can, and I intend to get this
done. So put your head back and open your mouth. In just a year or two, you’ll feel
sooooo good. . . “

He went on, “Yes, it will be expensive, very, very expensive. This kind of care comes with
a huge price tag. But don’t worry; your children and grandchildren will get the real bill.
You’ll just make incremental payments as long as you live, and you’ll get to keep taking
the medicine I prescribe till you die — and you’ll take comfort in the knowledge you’re
also paying for millions of others to have me as their doctor, too. Feel good about that.
You’re being compassionate for your fellow man.”

    "DR. FEELGOOD OR...?"
    Dr. Feelgood laid out his diagnosis and prescription to
    both houses of Congress and much of the nation a
    couple days ago. He made it sound good, and absolutely
    essential if the patient is going to survive. He used the
    word “I” a lot, suddenly sounding like Hugo Chavez,
    declaring he's going to administer this remedy. He
    obviously doesn’t feel the patient has anything to say
    about his own condition.

    Right at the start of his address, he proclaimed, “I can
    stand here with confidence and say that we have pulled
    this economy back from the brink.” For brevity’s sake,
    perhaps, he neglected to add that this has involved
    saddling his patient with trillions in debt that may never
    be paid off, with projected trillions more to come.

Now I’m really concerned. Is this president a Dr. Feelgood—or a Dr. Kevorkian?
The Guest eColumn
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courtesy of
Pat Boone,
pop music icon,
best-selling author,
actor, speaker and
inductee into the
inaugural class of the
Hit Parade
Hall of Fame

During the early years of
his golden career, Pat
sold more records in the
'50's than any other
artist except Elvis

As one of the top
recording artists of the
Rock and Roll era, he
sold more than 45
million records and
charted 60 songs in the
Top Forty, with 18 hitting
the Top Ten. His
Platinum recording
"Love Letters in the
Sand" stayed on the
charts for 34
consecutive weeks.

Pat also starred in 15
films, including
to the Center of the
, State Fair, and
April Love.

Currently, Boone hosts
two weekly radio
The Pat
Boone Show
(one of the
most listened to and
recognizable radio
shows in the country)
Then and Now, from
Music of Your Life
Radio Network. Each
week Pat Boone is
heard worldwide on over
315 radio stations.

For almost 20 years,
has proudly held the
honor of spokesperson,
chairman and host of
the Easter Seal
Society Telethon.

Through the years, Pat
Boone has given voice
to the best things about
America, religious liberty
and freedom.
                     ...Obama Is No Doctor!

Back when my singing career and I were young, I heard
about my friend Eddie Fisher and his friend, a man they
called “Dr. Feelgood.”

Eddie was singing well, still very popular, and though
married to Debbie Reynolds, was rumored to be seeing
Elizabeth Taylor. There were also rumors about his
involvement with, and possible addiction to, pills and
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