But, of course, as he DOES point out, if one is optimistic, longevity is increased, you live longer and have more fun doing it.
So the question becomes: How does one be so flippin' optimistic all the time? Petting ol' dalmation Sammy Cincos lying next to me works for the moment, but what about when I go out and get the morning paper off the driveway and the first thing I see is the fifth soldier to die in the past couple of days from little old local Ft. Bliss has succumbed to Bush folly. Aged 39, he leaves a wife and fifth grade daughter.
And if I could maintain my optimism through news like that, can I preserve it through Bush's state of the insane union speech tomorrow night, telling us why he's repeating the same dismally unsuccessful behavior, expecting a different outcome?
DON'T WORRY, BE HAPPY!