You know what? I was going to have a nice healthy lunch.  Salad, maybe some fruit.  Not. Now.

Oh. Hey. Did anyone mention all those new requirements for displaying nutritional info everyfreakingwhere in the Historic HCR Biil? No? Bueller?

Look, I would not be horribly opposed to this if it weren't for the fact that I know damn fucking well this isn't about giving me, the consumer, information from which to make my own choices.  Why do I say that?  Oh. I don't know.  How about this?  "Margo Wootan, director of nutrition policy at the Center for Science in the Public Interest, said it is one step in the fight against obesity."

One step.  That means you plan more.  Ms. Wootan, let me reiterate my oft repeated statement - if the government cannot tell me whether or not I can put a dick in my mouth, the government cannot tell me whether or not I can put a donut in it.

What part of it's my body and my life and my choices and my consequences do you people not comprehend?  Oh.  Wait.  All of it.

You know, when I said I wanted someone to take care of me, I meant it in the Sugar Daddy/Momma sense, not a Paternalistic Government. 

Fuck.  That.  Shit.  I'm going to go shovel a bacon & blue burger down my throat.

Oh.  Did I mention recently that I have low cholesterol?  Perfect blood sugars?  Peachy keen liver functions?  Just thought I'd throw that out there since I keep being told I'm going to be ded from fat any second.

Y'all want to make be fat a political statement?  Fine.  By.  Me.

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