The progressive playbook goes like this: create a national emergency and then fix it through government intervention.
In my lifetime the left has brought us:
1. Global Overpopulation — Solution: abortion and higher taxes for couples who choose to have more than one child.
2. Global Freezing — Solution: higher taxes that fund Byzantine environmental regulations via international agencies.
3. Global Warming — Same solution as #2.
4. Global Climate Change — Same solutions as #2 and #3.
5. Obesity is the latest threat to global nirvana. Thus Michael Bloomberg’s proposal to ban the Big Gulp.
Salt. Sugar. Transfats. Processed food. French fries. And Americans eat way too much starch. The list of bad foods is endless. And in truth, Seraphic Secret does not ingest any of this stuff—I dream about pizza—because we don’t want to be overweight, get diabetes and drop dead one fine day on Pico Boulevard.
But that’s my choice, my freedom to live my life as I wish.
Because more freedom is the answer, not more regulations.
The left wants less freedom. They know what’s best for the lumpen proletariat and aggressively harness every Ivy League think tank and dopey Hollywood celebrity to support the latest and most fashionable progressive jihad.
But it all boils down to control and higher taxes. Every single time.
The left want to build high-speed rail because a car means freedom to the individual citizen.But the left don’t see or care about individuals. They imagine a collective. Never mind that no one uses high speed rail, that high-speed rails cost the earth, never make a profit, in short high speed rail is just crony capitalism, a way for politicians to pay off unions and ta-da, get reelected.
Have you ever noticed that Socialists just love to shove people in box cars? It’s in their DNA. And not to beat an idea to death but the Nazis were the National Socialist Party and they really liked and made maximum use of trains.
Of course, Obamacare is a natural extension of the leftist impulse to control every aspect of a citizen’s life. When the federal government controls your body they own you. In order to continue breathing you must pay ever higher health costs, ever higher taxes, and keep voting for the party that rations your oxygen. The system is rigged so eventually you will have no alternative but to keep feeding the slot machine that is called universal health care.
Of course, the political class who imposed national health care will never submit to the multiple indignities of an inefficient system run by resentful and uncaring bureaucrats. Those people will still go to their private physicians and, as in the Soviet Union, they will have their own private hospitals.
Look, if government controls health care it is inevitable that government will tell you what you can and cannot eat.
What’s next? How about banning cholent? Makes sense, afterall cholent is heart attack food. What about cheese cake on Shavuos? Do you really need ten thousand calories of pure fat in order to enjoy the holiday? And gee, let’s not forget latkes on Chanukah, which is thermonuclear french fries.
The road to slavery is paved with soothing liberal platitudes.
The Big Gulp ban comes at the same time that my state, California, has banned plastic bags from grocery stores.
Now when I go to Ralph’s, Pico Glatt Mart, or Meir’s Fruit Stand (best Persian melons in L.A!) I’m going to have to put up with bags on the check-out conveyor that have been who-knows-where and carry G-d- knows-what germs that will, inevitably, infect fruit and vegetables and spread new and novel illnesses. Besides being just totally gross.
If I want a plastic bag I’ll have to pay 10 cents.
That’s a tax.
In North Korea, a visitor will never see a citizen in a wheel chair. There are no autistic children. Babies with disabilities are murdered at birth or banned from public view.
This is the logical culmination of big government solving problems.
And of course, there are no fat people in North Korea.
Famine, in which 3.5 million people perished, took care of that.
Bloomberg should be honest and just ban fat people. That’s the end game here.