Self-appointed national food critic and U.S.
Surgeon General David Satcher has declared war on the fat people
of America. He likens the "epidemic" of obesity to the official
scourge of tobacco related illnesses. General Satcher is
demanding policy changes for schools and industry in order to
force a slimming down of Americans before we all balloon up and
die. I await the national hysteria surrounding proper nutrition
not unlike the current hysteria that surrounds the issue of
tobacco use. Will fat people be made to stand outside in the
rain eating their Twinkies? Will there be fat free zones in
restaurants so that "good people" won't be tempted to eat "bad
people" food? How about public service commercials showing
"normal" sized people struggling to carry huge caskets to
awaiting flatbed trucks?
Since meals prepared at schools are
government controlled, they will be the easiest to force into
the correct diet. Soon, the government will subsidize soy and
tax sugar, imposing economic incentives to produce the correct
kinds of food for a grateful consumer. If you are skinny, with a
high metabolic rate, someone who can eat anything and not gain
weight, your M&Ms will be sacrificed for the sake of the
thinning collective.
No doubt about it, Americans are getting fat.
I'm getting fat myself. I can no longer eat three cheeseburgers
and fries without paying a price. I agree that the government
has every right to point out that I should eat less and better.
Then, after I've been properly warned, I should be allowed to
decide whether or not to have that extra piece of pie. If I want
to hire Omar the Tentmaker to sew my shirts then that's my
business. Where the government and me are going to part ways is
when they pass laws to change behavior and use force to see to
it that I eat what is officially condoned by the food Nazis.
That's when the bunt cake hits the pan.
To see if you're officially obese, multiply
your weight by 703 and divide that number by your height in
inches squared. If your number is more than 30, then you are
officially a pig and a potential enemy of the state. Mine came
out 36.6. Time to start stockpiling cupcakes and carbines. They
will get my snacks and my gun when they wade through the candy
wrappers and pry my cold dead yet sticky finger off the trigger.
I want to go on record as being opposed to
Doctor Satcher's war on fat and fat people. If it turns out
anything like the war on drugs, we can count on an increase in
anorexia, bulimia, binge eating, and black market Frito pies.
Airplanes will swarm across our border smuggling tacos from the
south, or cheese and beer from the north. How long before
General Satcher makes the connection among beer, sports and
caloric intake? The television remote control will be officially
labeled an enabling device and confiscated. Civil War can't be
far behind. One of the big plans is to increase Physical
Education in schools. When I was in school my obesity index
number wasn't 36.6 ... it was 19. I spent 2 years suffering
through marching band so I could give PE a miss during my Junior
and Senior years. When I was 6' 6" and weighed 165 lbs. the last
thing I needed was a low fat diet and exercise. It took Doctor
Satcher about 20 seconds to make this a race issue claiming that
fast food corporations are targeting the inner city. He sounds
like a Democrat. The NRA -- the National Restaurant Association
-- has gone on record opposing Doctor Satcher's demands and
denied they were purposely targeting the minority community for
fast-food restaurants. They support equal opportunity gorging.
It seems to me that the government exceeds
its constitutional authority when it seeks to control what
people eat. What will be the overall result? People will live
longer. Hey that sounds good doesn't it? Living longer and
feeling better? More and more people. What happens when 90
percent of the people live into their 90s? The first thing that
will happen is that Social Security will collapse and people
will begin to outlive their private retirement savings. Think
about octogenarians panhandling on the street corners. Granny
and Gramps holding up their signs: "Will reminisce for Depends."