Friday, February 25, 2005

Get your hands off my pretzels!
If CPSI wants to limit salt intake, I'd be happy to take a hot-glue gun to their mouths and slap high-sodium foods from their hands. I could probably arrange some kind of intervention, too. But, damn it, the amount of salt in my diet is nobody's business but mine (well, maybe my wife).

Why is this so hard for food-nannies to understand. I've had enough nutrition classes in my life to know what does and does not constitute healthy eating. I don't need some federal regulator, or busy-body "public interest" group, forcing me to eat in some way. To quote Denis Leary from Demolition Man:
I'm the enemy, 'cause I like to think, I like to read. I'm into freedom of speech, and freedom of choice. I'm the kinda guy that likes to sit in a greasy spoon and wonder, "Gee, should I have the T-bone steak or the jumbo rack of barbecue ribs with the side-order of gravy fries?" I want high cholesterol! I wanna eat bacon, and butter, and buckets of cheese, okay?! I wanna smoke a Cuban cigar the size of Cincinnati in the non-smoking section! I wanna run naked through the street, with green Jell-O all over my body, reading Playboy magazine. Why? Because I suddenly may feel the need to, okay, pal?
Yeah! Except for, maybe, that Jello-O thing.


Blogger David said...

Hah! Brilliant. Dennis Leary: defender of freedom.

10:07 AM  
Blogger Jesse said...

Amen, Dennis Leary. What is this world comming to?

2:44 PM  

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