(Via the Drudge Report)
It’s amazing, actually. We’ve heard for years how smoking is an addiction (I’ve read that quitting smoking is roughly as hard as quitting heroin). We’ve seen alcoholism go from something seen as a character weakness to a diagnosed disease, and in some medical circles, advocacy for treating smoking the same. We’ve found that a host of factors, ranging from poor lifestyle choices to genetics, can lead to being overweight.
So someone like me, diagnosed with
hypothyroidism and having a hard time keeping my weight in check, will join with those cursed with a genetic predisposition, those unfortunate addicted souls who can’t kick that monkey off their backs and all we’ll all go out on the ice floe together. But at least we can take comfort from being joined by those who simply have no self control and decided that a diet of junk food was a good idea.
Hell, maybe while we’re all standing out there in the cold, waiting to freeze to death, we can all join hands and sing our praises to this wonderful new world, one where the race is to the bottom, rather than to the top.
With apologies to Martin Niemöller:
When they came for the smokers, I didn’t speak out, because I was not a smoker.
When they came for the overweight, Ididn’t speak out, because I was not overweight.
When they came for those with coronary disease, Ididn’t speak out, because my heart was healthy.
When they came for the mentally ill, Ididn’t speak out, because I was sound of mind.
But one day, they came for those with asthma. No one said anything–because there was no one left.