This morning I went out to my hotel’s common room to read in its comfortable chairs. The large space also serves as the breakfast room.
Of the approximately 40 adults I counted, most were fat. Not ‘plump’, but fat. The rest were just overweight, except for one guy who was very skinny. I suspect he was a meth user (based on tattoos, dress and other mannerisms).
So, including the meth guy, I figured… yep, all of them are going to be pretty expensive for the “free” health care I was forced to fund in 2010.
Since most of them likely aren’t spending their own tax dollars on their health care, they are spending my money to cover their biscuit and gravy induced diabetes. And I can’t say I’m too happy with their choice for my money. Nope. Not at all! Not personally. And not as a nation.
If you want to force me to pay for nuclear plants so we can have cheap electricity… heck I might even chip in more than you ask. But putting a gun to my head and forcing me to cover your pastry and Frosted Flakes habit… doesn’t that seem wrong even to you?
If you inherited diabetes, or had an accident, hey, …I’m happy to help. But paying for your Type 2 diabetes caused by a pancreas blown by a syrup and cola induced perpetual sugar load hardly seems “charity”. It’s theft.
As an aside, I asked myself, “What would happen if the hotel put out good food to eat?”. Sadly I knew the answer… A lot of chunky folks griping. Sigh.