Dear World-
I believe there are pivotal moments in the history of things. This is one of them. PMS is one of the oldest diseases known to man kind, and we have all suffered long enough. Families and friends in every land, from every culture and race are torn apart by the ones they love every 30 days or so. Today, in the year of our lord 2013 this can be the beginning of the long ,hard, bumpy road to change. Sign the petition and lets countdown the end to PMS forever. http://www.thepetitionsite.com/882/135/552/to-end-pms/
Imagine a world void of violent outbursts in the frozen food section of your super market. Clean curse free car rides to grandmas house. Peaceful pleasant vacations. Small disagreements over movie night stay just that, small, inconsequential disagreements. Full scale wars over ice cream flavor or whether or not to make popcorn are avoided. Dinners full of laughter and love, not littered with sniffles and tears. These thoughts bring me too weep uncontrollably. They are beautiful, but alas live only dreams. Until now.
It is critical to get some scientists up in here to change this vicious cycle of bleeding. Scientists with white lab coats, clip boards and stethoscopes. Scientists who do scientific things. Scientists, but most likely interns, and a few community college graduates. Of course the best researchers are pilfered off too AIDS and Cancer research. That's where the money is. But this is where the heart is. The broken, fractured hearts of children, husbands, girlfriends, and wives. The many who live on the front lines of PMS cramping and bloatedness. Where the pain killers don't work long enough. Where the tears never run dry and the voldka is never too far from ones lips.
Many believe that Adam and Eve were being influenced by the devil when they ate the forbidden fruit. They have there views, I have mine. Most likely, Eve was having premenstrual cramping and Adam was forced to do, what he had to do. Similar instances of coercion happen all over the world, every single minute, every single day. Children wake wondering where there lovely mommy has gone. Husbands, wives and girlfriends wondering what in God's name is this forked tongue devil that now stands in the place of there loved one. Many times, these episodes are mistaken for demonic possession or misdiagnosed by psychiatrists as bi-polar syndrome. These misdiagnosis's, skew the global statistics, and keep the fearful quite. Well I am here to invoke Twisted Sister's most reverent lyrics, "We are not going to take it, anymore."
Belief is the ability to believe. Believe is to think about believing. I believe in the belief that PMS's days of effecting our lives is about to be numbered. That our Christmas mornings, our summer parties, and our most intimate moments are about to be unleashed from the chains of wild mood swings. Where the love we share together will be there, consistently, day after day,hour after hour, minute after minute, second after second. Join us to end PMS once and for all. Sign the petition. Thank you.
Regards,
Jim
jimboswelt@jimboswelt
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