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Pill popper nation

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BILL MAHER is the host of HBO's "Real Time with Bill Maher."

IF I HAD every problem the TV ads say I do -- breathing, lifting, walking, sitting, sleeping and my toes rotting off -- I’d welcome death. Al Qaeda? Bring it on. Nerve gas? Please, I’ve got seasonal allergies.

It seems as if every time I turn on the TV these days, I see some ad for some drug I never heard of to treat some disease I never heard of. You don’t have a stomachache because you ate the chili-cheese fries at Johnny Rockets, you have irritable bowl syndrome, or IBS, or, as I call it, BS.

Which would also apply to the dreaded “social anxiety disorder,” or, as we used to call it, shyness. And we treated it with an old home recipe -- Scotch and water -- because it’s not a disorder at all. It’s normal to be anxious when you walk into a room full of strangers. Especially if they’re lacrosse players.

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Your wife doesn’t get turned on? It couldn’t be because you’re a snowman-shaped sausage casing so full of beer you sweat hops. It’s because she has “female sexual dysfunction.” Short of breath? Well, you could lose 100 pounds, or you could take this pill.

And before they came up with “restless leg syndrome,” did it even exist? Did you ever hear someone say, “Sorry I couldn’t make the party, Bill, the old restless leg was acting up.” Next time you have an uncontrollable urge to move your feet, maybe you should move your feet. Your feet are trying to tell you the same thing your dog is trying to tell you when he’s been cooped up inside the house all day: “I want to go for a walk!” But be careful, there’s a Tasmanian devil living under your toenail.

The problem is, the profits are so enormous for magic pills that drug companies invent the pill first and then conjure up something it can treat.

Right now, the Food and Drug Administration is considering a petition from the drug lobby to get rid of the warnings in drug ads. The Coalition for Healthcare Communication -- which sounds a lot nicer than “the Pushers Union” -- says that alerting people to side effects “over warns” consumers. So forget all that mumbo-jumbo. Who are you going to trust, a lot of small print or a talking bee? Come on, take this pill. It’ll make a football go through a tire swing. Side effects? You bleed from your pores, then explode and die. And/or dry mouth.

Just in the last two years, the drugs that have made the headlines under the category “Prescription Medicines That Hurt People” have included Vioxx and Ambien. And yet it was marijuana last week that was declared by the FDA to have no known medical value. Actually, what marijuana has is no known lobbying value.

And yes, back in 1999, when we still believed in science, the National Academy of Sciences’ Institute of Medicine said what millions who simply have gotten relief already know: that pot is useful in treating pain, nausea and AIDS-related weight loss, and that lab rats exposed to it were more likely to forget the maze and just kick it old school.

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But the FDA, you see, protects us from marijuana. Is there anything more laughable than the thought that the FDA is protecting anything but the profit margins of pharmaceutical companies? And the bribery doesn’t stop with the FDA and Congress. Doctors get whisked off to exotic locales for weekend “seminars,” all paid for, of course, by drug companies, and suddenly Monday morning everyone needs OxyContin -- which in reality is a powerful, morphine-like narcotic meant to be used only by those in severe physical pain and, of course, celebrities.

“Ask your doctor if it’s right for you” has become, “Tell your doctor to shut up and fork over the pills.”

Drug companies are pushers, and Congress and the FDA are the cop on the beat who’s been paid off to look the other way. New drugs used to have to go through a rigorous process of testing. Now they just give it to Courtney Love, and if she lives, it’s approved.

By the way, that FDA report about marijuana having no medical value was issued, on purpose I’m sure, on April 20 -- 4/20. That joke only makes sense to stoners. So Mom and Dad, if your kid just laughed, you might need to search his room.

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