I just can’t take it anymore. Last night I was watching the Colts-Pats game, which was every bit as good as billed. The game that is; the bit with Costas, Collinsworth and Overbite was nothing short of ridiculous. Doing the broadcast and halftime with the studio lights out to “save the planet”. Please. Why didn’t they have the referees running up and down the sidelines with flashlights and candles to show that they were serious?
Let’s keep going; they banned smoking in every indoor public place. OK, we understood that. Then they banned smoking in many outdoor public places. We grumbled, but eventually abided by that. Now they want to ban smoking in your own home, all the while refusing to outright make tobacco illegal because the government makes too much money from its sale.
You know what, I want those two 80 year-old sisters living down the hall to stop cooking kilbasa and cabbage, how about that? That stuff makes me ill.
Moving on, they are making strides, albeit in baby steps, to ban foods that they deem unhealthy. No cupcakes are to be brought to school. Soda machines and snack machines, verbotten. New York City’s ban on transfats, whatever the hell they are. Now there’s this, which comes to us from the U.K., but which will doubtlessly make its way here.
Fat Santa Sets A Bad Example. OK…now we have to have a skinny Santa Claus? The Tooth Fairy may be in jeopardy if anyone is inclined to point out that the name could be offensive to homosexuals, but a skinny Santa?
For all of the people who lament the loss of freedom under the “fascist regime” of the Bush Administration, consider this; while it may be true that Bush’s people may have overheard that conversation in which you declared your penchant for wearing women’s underwear, here’s a news flash. They don’t care.
No, the real threat to our civil liberties is the day when the health fascists decide what we eat, drink, and how much will be allowed. It will be the day that they can drag you out of your own home because you are behaving in a fashion contrary to the best interests of…you. It will be the day that you can receive a fine for not wearing a jacket on a chilly day.
I’m not the least bit concerned about the Commander in Chief. I’m terrified of the Surgeon General.
-Woody
