A government think tank (now there's an oxymoron) here in the UK has announced that we'll all weigh 800 lbs by the year 2050 or some such, and that we're all going to die of obesity. As opposed to dying of C. Difficile. Or MRSA. Or apoplexy at stupid government bullsh!t. Anyway, they've decided that it's not the fault of the poor lardarses after all. It's social and economic. It's not their fault they shovel styrofoam trays of processed sh!t down their gullets. We need to educate these people, and provide support (which means cash) to help them change their lives. Now, anyone who needs to be told that fresh vegetables and a nice piece of steak is better for you than a couple of Big Macs, a kebab and eleventy two pints of lager is beyond saving. And that a bit of regular exercise is better than sitting on the couch stuffing Doritos into your gaping maw should be pretty obvious. I appreciate that there are (very few) exceptions but, by and large, if you're a lardarse it's your own bloody fault. End rant.
The next blogarithm will be a happy one, I promise.