Fighting The Opioid Epidemic, Trump Style, bigly

THE NUMBER USED TO BE one hundred forty two. Now, it is something like a hundred and seventy five. The number of people who die each day from a painkiller overdose. Without question, it can go much higher. The American public seems to have embraced the term "opioid", for some reason, maybe because people think it sounds cool, intelligent, or whatever, but the term "painkiller" is actually much better, much more descriptive, much more to the point about what is actually going on, for it describes the intended result of the pills without any cute terminology getting in the way. Sex years ago when I injured my hamstring while running I was given a prescription for hydrocodone, which must be a bit different from hydrocodone. There are more painkillers under the sun than Doan's has pills, as they used to say. I was amazed at how easily I got the prescription; a little complaining about my hammy did the trick. I Immediately noticed how powerful, and pleasant the pills were. I soon realized that if I didn't quit taking them very soon, I never would, so I did. I don't plan to use them again, knock on wood. Modern medicine is a double edged sword, mostly beneficial, and thank the dear lord for it. But a hundred and seventy five folks per day is a bit much, to say the least, rather like the number of deaths in vehicular crashes, or World War Two casualties. Hell, we only lost about two hundred a week in Viet Nam, at the height of the war. so, what's a hundred seventy five times three sixty five? do the math, its a boatload. during his campaign for president Trump took enough time out from slandering everyone in sight to make an offhand remark to the effect that if elected, he would have an answer for the painkiller killing epidemic that would be really, really marvelous, totally terrific, beautiful, and would make American win again, make America great again. then, after taking office, after spending eight months bashing everybody on twitter and trying to get the government out of the business of saving the environment, and other such weird activities, he finally declared the painkiller problem to be a national emergency, and once again promised that, leave it to him, and he would make the problem go away, in a really beautiful and, believe me, totally terrific way, bigly. What every medical professional understands is that the country needs a nation wide chain of drug treatment centers, rehab facilities, free of charge if necessary to anyone addicted to painkillers, and thus in dire peril of losing his or her life. In other words, a massive, Manhattan project kind of effort. big money, big effort, with working together to save nearly two hundred lives a day. Well, the president has gotten us started, with his really, really terrific talk, majorly, and bigly. started in the direction of making America great, and drug free, again, believe me. What more could we ask for from our tweeter in chief?