The Guardians of my nations health just declared obesity to be a disease. This is, as the New York TIMES puts it… a move that could induce physicians to pay more attention to the condition and spur more insurers to pay for treatments. A speaker for the AMA said this…
“The suggestion that obesity is not a disease but rather a consequence of a chosen lifestyle exemplified by overeating and/or inactivity is equivalent to suggesting that lung cancer is not a disease because it was brought about by individual choice to smoke cigarettes,”
Right… And, of course, we all can see the beauty of that analogy. Obesity and lung cancer, because both “diseases” go away when you stop engaging in the activity that causes them, rightfully belong in the same category.
So here I am again. Alive and well in crazy land.
One-third of the people in America are obese. Another third of the people in America are just fat, or, shall we just call them underachievers? I don’t know. The sun isn’t even really up yet and already my head hurts from trying to make some kind of sense out of what I hear and see around me.
I know that is my mistake. I’m a repeat offender when it comes to that. I keep trying to make sense of things when I know it’s silly. Last week a person came into my office and told me that President Obama is trying to get the Congress to make him President for life. I asked this person where he heard that and he said… “It was on the news.”
Stupid, fat, REALLY fucking fat… that seems pretty much to wrap up most of the categories, but, not all. Sure there are some people out there that could be called “normal”, but, what does that mean in a world where normal is so rare. How can it be normal if it’s that rare? Ouch!
I have to blame myself for not seeing this “Fat being a Disease” business coming. There have been “hints” of what was about to happen all around me for years. Here are some examples of [HANDICAP] License Plates. Take a good look at the handicap logo. I bet you thought it was some representation of an unfortunate person in a wheelchair.
Well, it wasn’t! It wasn’t that at all! It was a picture of a person with an ass SO FUCKING BIG that, not only could they not park in any parking space more than a few feet from the fast food emporium they were headed for… they were too fat to even go to work and earn their own keep. Too fat, and that’s that.
The way things are going here in “America the Exceptional” I’m pretty sure we will see more license plates designed to designate just what kind of fucked up citizen… Excuse me… “diseased person” is behind the wheel.
This one will designate that the driver is a sufferer of “Shit for Brains” syndrome. They won’t be able to work either, but, the logo will warn us that they will also be too stupid to use turn signals or remember that the passing lane is for passing. As time goes on and more and more ways in which people are fucked up are rightfully recognized as “diseases” we can expect to see license plates specifically designating the drivers particular affliction in detail. Little logos up in the corner, or off to the side, will clue you in. Below are but two examples.
It’s a brave new world out there readers and it is going to take a special kind of bravery on your part to navigate your way through it. Gone are the days of my youth when bullies ruled the school yards and gym teachers always made the fat kid climb the rope over and over again as the other kids laughed. What am I saying? The kids are so fat today that the very idea of any of them climbing a rope in gym class is out of the question. FUCKING GYM CLASS IS OUT OF THE QUESTION!
Hey, what are you going to do friends? As a species we have pretty much shot our load. We are left to live in the mess we created. We can sit around and piss & moan about how bad things are, or, we can try to enjoy ourselves with the tools at our disposal. I have memories. I have memories of times and places where things were not fucked up entirely. I remember a time of standards and expectations when the crap that passes for normal today could never happen. A time when we all paid a little bit more attention to how we were perceived by others because not to resulted in negative attention.
Hold on! What am I saying? Those were HORRIBLE days! We actually used to be so cruel as to openly LAUGH at fat kids and adults. We shunned assholes and fucking bastards in an attempt to drive them from among us.
We were so ignorant then. We knew so little about psychology and the damage we were doing.
Who wants to go to the beach?