I was reminded this morning of some thoughts I had last night about a post I wanted to write on Liberals’ pretending to care while I was reading this at Cold Fury;
The harmful effects of our national safety obsession ripple outward into society. One in six children in America is obese, and many of them will face a lifetime of chronic illness. According to the Center for Disease Control, this problem would basically cure itself if children engaged in the informal outdoor activities that used to be normal. But how do we lure children off the sofa? One key attraction is risk.
Read the whole thing and you’ll see where I’m going.
Yesterday, two incidents happened to trigger this line of thought. First, our resident troll urged me to stop smoking…of course, he’s unsure if I even smoke or not since I’ve never said I do, but for some reason he felt the need to save me from myself. How noble…and insincere. The second incident happened on my long nightly bike ride. As I zoomed past a guy about my age walking his two homosexual-looking tiny, useless terriers, he felt the need to shout out “Get a helmet!”
Now, the thing in common with Richard Wheeler and the old queer with the queerer dogs is that neither of them know me, that my death or injury wouldn’t really affect their lives to any measurable degree, but they both felt the need to give me unsolicited advice to quench their own sense of self-satisfaction. It made them feel better to think they were doing me some good – not for my sake, but for their own sakes. And that’s what Liberals do…they make themselves feel better by imposing on other people’s lives. (Never mind that their own lives are in irreparable turmoil)
Just like in Los Angeles where they’ve forbidden new fast-food joints from opening in poor neighborhoods to prevent obesity among the poor. Will it affect obesity even a little bit? Nope. But the Liberals feel as if they’ve done something. Banning transfats in cities is just as useless…but the Liberals can sleep at night knowing they’ve done something – they’ve done something useless, but they’ve done something. What have you done? Nothing? Well, I did something!
When I was stationed at a remote post in Germany, I’d take a bus about 150 miles to get to a MacDonalds and have two fish fillet sandwiches (the Germans called them FischMacs) and then get on the bus and go back. I’m pretty sure there are fast food joints closer than 150 miles to poor neighborhoods in LA. The only way to cure our obesity epidemic is with education.
But the Left would rather regulate our lives and make things difficult for us. The government has crept so deeply into our daily lives, that virtually nothing is left unregulated.
And it’s up to me to decide whether or not I wear a helmet when I ride my bicycle. They’re uncomfortable and block my view while I’m riding. And no one makes one that fits my enormous head. I have to perch the useless thing on my crown like a clown hat. I rode a bicycle for years without one when I was a kid, and I won’t start now.
A few years back, I crashed on my bike and fractured my arm and my leg. The first thing my doctor and everyone else who heard about it said was “Were you wearing a helmet?” A helmet wouldn’t have prevented my fractured arm or leg, but it made them all feel good to chastise me for not wearing a helmet.
Besides, all of you guys look like this when you’re wearing a helmet.
Jonn,
You obviously bike more than I ever did. From this pic of him, is the Obamessiah’s rear tire flat or at least a little soft?
More importantly is anyone else thinking of Steve Urkel ?
No problem, that’s a bike, not a car.
May I also suggest looking at “Mean Martin Manning” by Scott Stein (http://www.encpress.com/MMM.html) whihc features some wonderfully cutting descriptions of the progagonists’ encounter with the caring-and-sharing fascists.
I remember many years ago, when I did smoke (I quit 6 years ago), I stepped outside to have a smoke and walked way across the parking lot so I wouldn’t bother the non-smokers. This women walked way out of her way to snarl at me that “smoking is disgusting!”. I’m pretty sure she was a liberal as this happened on a college campus and in her own (legend in her own) mind, she felt that she had the moral authority to be rude and preach to me. Let’s not forget the the biggest fascist of them all, Adolf Hitler, was also a smoking Nazi. 🙂
Actually Jonn, the reason we ask people who wreck their bikes if they were wearing a helmet isn’t for self gratification. It gives us an idea of what injuries the patient may have besides the arm and leg fractures that I’m guessing were pretty obvious. It’s a standard question for that mechinisim of injury. I could care less if you wear one or not… “I ain’t yo mama”, nor do I want to be. Be warned, if you come into my ER as a patient and I am the Triage Nurse I will also ask you if you’re allergic to anything, if you were wearing a seat belt (if involved in an MVC) and yes… if you smoke. Again… personally, I don’t care. These are standard questions we ask patients to get all the “clues” to what may be wrong with them. (I WILL tell a kid he/she should wear a helmet, but an adult? Hey it’s a free country.) I do sympathize with your irritation as I ride a motorcycle and have heard endless comments from my fellow ER workers about “Donor Cycles”.
I get on my kids’ asses all the time. When they are adults, don’t wear helmets and get killed, I can blame the lack of helmet instead of their stupidity!! 🙂 I agree, Jonn. We are all adults entitled to make mistakes, so leave me to it!!
Don’t you just love it when people feel the need to legislate their own set of values upon people? Here’s a thought: MAYBE PEOPLE IN L.A. WANT TO EAT FAST FOOD… The libs never let common sense stand in the way of a good ban.
You should also wear clean undergarments and a condom, just in case.
Jonn, you’ve posted pictures of yourself smoking on this site before. Perhaps that’s where Mr. Wheeler got the idea?
Just sayin’
Jonn wrote: Like everything else you post on this site, that’s a lie. Please point me to one picture of me smoking. Anywhere on the internet – even in my shoebox under my bed.