Originally Posted by
aboutime
jim. PETE is funny. Here I am almost 70, and I've managed to survive, eat what I want, when, and where I want....ALL WITHOUT UNCLE STUPID telling me...Until Now?
HOW INSUFFERABLE IS THAT?
Shucks. I have a 96 year old Mother-in-law, born in Ireland, who survived the London Blitz of Hitler, and she's always been a great cook. She has never worried about how UNCLE STUPID would tell her what to eat, or how to cook it. And YES...before she reached this age today. She often went to MacDonalds like most everybody else. GO FIGURE?
I eat whatever I want. I'm almost 60. Can still see my belt buckle and my toes. I decided a long time ago if I drop dead, oh well. I'm not going to live in fear of it. I'm going to enjoy the time I have and I damned sure don't need a bunch of politicians telling me how to do it.
You got a fat kid? You're the parent, not the government. Fix it. Everyone's always wanting someone else to do their work for them. How about trying don't stuff food in their mouths every time they cry just to shut them up? Then sit around wondering why they eat like hogs. No sale here.
“When bad men combine, the good must associate; else they will fall, one by one, an unpitied sacrifice in a contemptible struggle.” Edumnd Burke