Last week, in the LA Times, I read a piece about the FDA banning trans-fats. How ridiculous! Freedom to clog your arteries was one of the principles on which our Founding Fathers established this great nation…
Well if it wasn’t it should have been.
No glitches in this thought process. Shouldn’t we all be free to choose from an assortment of packaged, fat-laden food-oids, especially if we live in a neighborhood where we are free to have no fresh fruits and vegetables cluttering our mini-mart shelves?
While I’m ranting about the principles of this great nation, wassup with stop signs? Another breach of my individual rights. After all, if there is no one around (at least no one that I see) shouldn’t I save my brakes and my time? The government can come into my bedroom, but not into my car or my chip bag.
And while my focus in on the road, how about signaling when I change lanes? How inconvenient! Isn’t the person behind me supposed to watching out for my lane drifting? Sometimes, I just make last minute decisions. I’m a spontaneous type.
Speed limits are another annoying restriction. What if I’m late? Have the people who make these rules never driven though Montana or Nevada? The 101 through between Ventura and LA. What’s the difference? I have a right to total my own car.
And this whole mandatory health care thingy! Please. I’d like to speak up for all those young people who eat healthfully, ride their bikes, get enough sleep, practice safe sex, live in safe neighborhoods, have their yearly check-ups, don’t smoke and always have someone with them who knows the Heimlich maneuver. They’re feeling just fine without the added expense. Why in the world would a healthy person need health insurance? What are the chances of getting cancer, being burned or shot, having an allergic reaction or contracting diabetes? Practically nil.
We all know that emergencies happen to old guys and women who can’t walk fast enough through intersections. Anyway, those entitled seniors have Medicare. But don’t get me started on that.
That’s what emergency rooms are for – the clumsy, health-rejecters who have unusually bad luck. We all know you can just walk or crawl into an ER bleeding to death and those cute young doctors and nurses will take care you without even asking for penny.
Someone else pays their salaries. Whatever.
Let me tell you, I was young once and I didn’t like people telling me what to do either. I still don’t.
So save your money. Forget this preventative stuff. It’s your body, your car, and maybe even your road. You pay taxes, don’t you? And aren’t they always too much. The FDA needs to take a lesson from the NRA and get out of people’s lives.
One last rant –Tattoos. Now that’s freedom! And they look sexy.
Take the money you would have spent on health insurance and have a prominent area of your body, let’s say your chest, emblazoned with one of those large NO circles. On your neck, arms or back you can clarify.
· No medical care for me – even in emergencies
· No healthful additives in my junk food
· No mandatory stopping or signaling
· No speed limits
NO KIDDING!
Mary-Jo Murphy
· No medical care for me – even in emergencies
· No healthful additives in my junk food
· No mandatory stopping or signaling
· No speed limits
NO KIDDING!
Mary-Jo Murphy