My dog Molly has eaten poop in the past. My past dog Maggie used to throw her frozen poo into the air in the winter time, which looked hilariously like flying poo because her white fur blended into the snow. It's true that what tastes good is not always good for us. Some governments deem it necessary to act as an 'owner' and remove some food choices from their population's diet. New York has made a ban on restaurants serving food that contains trans fats for the same purpose. I understand why this may be necessary in some instances, but there is a great deal of money involved in the food industry. I enjoy the morality of this decision to ban an ingredient instead of a particular restaurant. Very democratic. And it ensures a less political or money dirtied decision.
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I want to live in new york so bad I'd work in one of those greasy restaurants, would you like some chub with that? mmmm good, election is coming up, ready
The next step in censorship of the common man, not of his voice but the limiting of choice... one of last pieces of freedom we have left. at the same time as I see your point I also see the reasoning behind these food bans, in a few short years baby boomer's will be retired contributing nothing to society in the way of taxes with an increase in heart disease the health system will strain to aid it's aging population. If the government imposes restrictions on the undisciplined masses this could help alleviate any potential injury to the health care system... I think that Dennis Leary sums it up best in this quote 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 kind of guy likes to sit in a greasy spoon and wonder - "Gee, should I have the T-bone steak or the jumbo rack of barbecued ribs with the side order of gravy fries?" I WANT high cholesterol. I wanna eat bacon and butter and BUCKETS of cheese, okay? I want to smoke a Cuban cigar the size of Cincinnati in the non-smoking section. I want to run through the streets naked with green Jell-o all over my body reading Playboy magazine. Why? Because I suddenly might feel the need to, okay, pal? I've SEEN the future. Do you know what it is? It's a 47-year-old virgin sitting around in his beige pajamas, drinking a banana-broccoli shake, singing "I'm an Oscar Meyer Wiener".
Well it looks as though I have less will power then I had thought as I have posted blog entries(too much time on ones hands and boredom are a lethal combination, in a non-life threatening sort of way)
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