A lone researcher has dared to speak up against the obesity health insanity outbreak, one of several sweeping the western world as medical professionals attempt to shift blame for rocketing healthcare costs onto their customers.
As BMI flies in the face of basic geometry, being calculated by dividing weight by the square of height, this would naturally shift much more of the population into higher BMI values - so spuriously classifying them as "overweight" or "obese".
Human bodies not being two-dimensional, we ought to be seeing the cube of a physical dimension in there - not a square. Various more sensible systems have been suggested, but the medical profession doesn't care for them: perhaps because it wouldn't have quite such an effective stick to beat people with, and might have to actually make sick people better rather than blaming them for eating too much.
And yet we still have media fools proposing a BMI tax, and not a week goes by without some unfounded BMI-based headline.
The virtuous drunken lardo shuffles off this mortal coil, towards the end of working life or shortly after. His or her worldly goods, home etc pass on to someone younger who probably needs them more - to raise some kids, pay some taxes, contribute to society in general.
By contrast, the parasitical teetotal skinny lives on for decades, occupying a probably badly-needed residence and quite likely costing society more than he or she ever paid in. Then the skinny dies, again expensively, of Alzheimer's or some other disease of thin sober people. The only difference is that society had to house, feed and pay them for a much longer period.
So please, let's have no more of this idiocy. Don't let these lazy medical priests turn us against each other. Even the teetotal non-smoking thinnies reading this must be well aware that they'll come for you next, for eating the wrong kind of mung beans or having too many babies or something.
People: eat some chocolate, have a beer (maybe not both at once, yuck) and if you fall ill tell the colossally overpaid doctor to bloody sort it out rather than moaning about how you've given him an overly taxing job.
“Un libro permanece, está en su anaquel para que lo confrontemos y ratifiquemos o denunciemos sus afirmaciones. El diario pasa. Tienen una vida efímera. Pronto se transforma en mantel o en envoltorio, pero en el espíritu desprevenido del lector va dejando un sedimento cotidiano en que se asientan, forzosamente las opiniones. Las creencias que el diario difunde son irrebatibles, porque el testimonio desparece”
Raúl Scalabrini Ortiz, Política Británica en el Río de la Plata
