No soup for you!!

People used to keep tar and feathers handy for use with politicians who got ideas like this:

Three legislators want to make it illegal for restaurants to serve obese customers in Mississippi.

House Bill No. 282, which was introduced this month, says: Any food establishment to which this section applies shall not be allowed to serve food to any person who is obese, based on criteria prescribed by the State Department of Health after consultation with the Mississippi Council on Obesity Prevention and Management established under Section 41-101-1 or its successor. The State Department of Health shall prepare written materials that describe and explain the criteria for determining whether a person is obese, and shall provide those materials to all food establishments to which this section applies. A food establishment shall be entitled to rely on the criteria for obesity in those written materials when determining whether or not it is allowed to serve food to any person.

The proposal would allow health inspectors to yank the permit from any restaurant that "repeatedly" feeds extremely overweight customers.

"Nanny State" doesn't even come close to describing where we're headed. I fully expect a renewed Elementary emphasis on the Presidential Physical Fitness program (which nearly ensured a lifelong hatred of exercise for me), coupled with public school blood tests for cholesterol levels, etc, etc. After all, if the government's going to take over health care, as appears likely, then it's going to be in the national interest to know exactly what you eat, how much you eat, and whether or not you are a patriotic gym rat or some kind of traitorous sluggard. What good looking servants of the New Order we'll all be...

First, they came for the Twinkies, and I didn't speak up, because I like M&Ms. Then they came for fried chicken, and I didn't speak up, because I prefer grilled. But when they came for the buffet, there was no one left to speak for me...

Transparency in blogging: lest someone hurl a charge of being a hyperimaginative couch potato at me, you should know my job requires a certain level of physical fitness, and my BMI--an overrated tool in my book--is a comfortable 23. Dang Peanut M&Ms...