February 1, 2014
disease, Matt Walsh, obesity, personal reaponsibility
I used to get so angry when my family referred to my late brother’s alcohol and drug abuse as a “disease!” They would tell me how he was “sick,” and how I should have felt sympathy for him.
I did not.
Calling him “sick” diminished the very real fight of every cancer survivor and the plight of diabetics, people who contracted cholera, polio, meningitis, plague, and every other actual disease!
Sure, he got sick from his alcohol and drug abuse. He had liver issues, blood problems, edema, etc. Yes, he was sick. But make no mistake – alcoholism and drug abuse in and of themselves are not sicknesses. They are CHOICES. And those choices result in sometimes tragic consequences. But they are, in fact, choices. And I refuse to feel sorry for grown human beings who choose to abuse their bodies and then demand we give them sympathy and money to counter the illnesses that result from said choices!
No. Just no.
That’s why Matt Walsh’s blog entry on obesity hit home for me as well. As someone who has a hard time losing weight and must work her ass off to do so, this entry is particularly relevant.
Bottom line: stop treating choices as illnesses, stop acting like victims, and get up off your ass and do something about it.
Originally posted on The Matt Walsh Blog:
According to a new study, it does more harm than good to label obesity a “disease.” Shockingly, the study finds, when you tell people that they are victims and that they have no control over their physical condition, you ultimately discourage them from attempting to improve themselves.
So when the American Medical Association suddenly decided to throw science out the window and declare that body fat is a disease like cancer or malaria, they knowingly and purposefully stoked the feelings of helplessness that many of us already struggle with on a daily basis.
They also enriched themselves by ensuring that government health insurance plans would cover obesity treatments and diet pills, but I’m sure that was totally not a factor in their decision.
Beyond the findings of this survey, there are many other problems with calling obesity a disease. Here’s one: it isn’t true.
Obesity is not a disease.
Of course it isn’t.
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June 26, 2013
If you don’t, I’ll cut you.
February 15, 2013
America, homeland security, illegal aliens, immigration, law enforcement, Republicans, Stray Thoughts
border security, illegal aliens, Immigration
A couple weeks back, I laid out my vision on the immigration issue. No amnesty, border security, one set of rules for everyone. Pretty straightforward stuff, even mostly endorsing a plan put forward by a Republican Liberty Caucus national board member.
Sadly, RLC National has gone ahead and released a plan that panders to Hispanics and apologists for illegals, with a supporting op-ed in the Examiner by RLC National Chairman Dave Nalle. I should point out that this is likely the only significant national issue where I disagree with Dave; however, this issue is very significant. I will urge the RLCVA state board to oppose this plan.
Amnesty now will be like the 1986 amnesty times ten, and there still won’t be any border security. We’ve seen this movie before. Washington will spend more energy coming up with a hundred excuses why they can’t secure the border than it would take to actually do so. No amnesty. If you’re illegal, go home and go to the back of the line, whether you entered illegally or overstayed a visa. No whining, no excuses.
December 31, 2012
blood clot, concussion, Hillary Clinton, hospital
I don’t agree with Hillary Clinton on practically anything, but that doesn’t mean I’m callous. I do wish her a speedy recovery. A blood clot is nothing to mess with or joke about.
And honestly, I’m in no mood to deal with conspiracy theory assholes who claim this is nothing but a plot to prevent her from testifying about Benghazi. So if you’re here to do that, go away.
Get well soon, Madame Secretary.
September 11, 2012
It always amazes me how people go about their lives on this day without a thought to the thousands who died needlessly from the 9-11-2001 terrorist attacks.
I’ve always tried to make September 11 as happy a day as possible for my son, whose fourth birthday was marred by the terrorists, but it’s always in the back of my mind. It’s always lurking, scraping at my psyche – that on this day we were irrevocably changed.
I still can’t look at the images of that day and not get torn up inside. I rushed home and held my kids. I tried to call friends in New York City, who I knew worked nearby, to see if they were OK. I frantically called fellow Soldiers at the Pentagon to make sure no one was injured.
And yet, through all that panic, there was this little bright light – a little redheaded boy, who made my life complete from the moment I first held him in my arms on September 11, 1997.
I have many reasons for never forgetting this date – some of them joyous, and some of them tragic.
And I will be forever grateful for my son, who was born on this day – a day that became a symbol of fear, horror and tears for so many…
…and a day of hope for me.
Happy birthday, Redhead!