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Just how mentally retarded do these people think we as humans are? If you don't know when wolfing down that whopper that it's loaded with fat and calories, then you deserve to be weeded out of society via natural selection (ie early heart attack).

Well, besides all else there's no evidence that fat and calories are bad for you. Calories are nutrition. Without them, you die. Fat is highly nutritious, an essential part of the human diet. A burger is meat, bread, salad. Which of these things is toxic?

If you force feed yourself, yes you'll get unnaturally fat. But the overwhelming evidence is that the body regulates its own fat storage and diet has little to do with it. Permanently starving yourself will keep you thin, but there's no evidence that that is good for you either.

Ever noticed the number of grossly corpulent vegetarians and other sundry moonbats? Take a look at the tits-out brigade in the "censored" post below. I doubt they're big fans of Evil Fast Food Corporations. Hardly sylph-like, are they?

The fat scare is just another way to attack corporations; evil corporations that sell products the masses want, that is. It's all a conspiracy, you see. They use their evil mind control rays to hypnotise us into believing that burgers are tasty and nutloaf tastes like squirrel shit, so they need to be destroyed.

This is the first step towards every tasty food being sold in a packet which is entirely plain except for the words IF YOU EAT THIS YOU WILL DIE HORRIBLY on it. They're planning pictures of lung cancer sufferers on ciggie packets here in the EUSSR now. No doubt to be followed by full colour pics of diseased colons on any food that tastes nice.

They use their evil mind control rays to hypnotise us into believing that burgers are tasty and nutloaf tastes like squirrel shit, so they need to be destroyed.

LOL! Thanks, Ian, I needed that!

Thanks Pam :)

Based on the current quality of education: soon to be overheard at McD's "Mom, what's a calorie?" Mom won't know and neither will anyone working there...which is where I step in and inform them "the higher the number, the better it tastes."

**disclamer** I wouldn't be caught dead at a McDonalds. Quarter Pounder? That would be fine if we were talking about the weight of the cheese.

Gee, kids are too fat? What do they expect when they've banned DODGE BALL, TAG, KILL THE MAN WITH THE BALL, etc. :/

I dont imagine they allow kids to play Ring-a-Levio One-Two-Three anymore.

Man that was a fun game!!!

As a pescatarian with a good diet I know that the only way to convince a person to eat well is to get them to make up their own mind. That is something that you can educate people about, but can't legislate.

They should be forced to post how much STRESS and ANXIETY thse "health" announcments cause, I hear that that's bad for you too.

Why dont they just put all the fat kids on a treadmill to generate FAT POWER! Of course these kids will need to be fitted with masks to capture excess CO2.

ohdang!

i could reallllllllllllllly use a double bacon cheeseburger right about now...

>>KILL THE MAN WITH THE BALL

Don't you mean (yes, this is what it was called, for those of you who have had your head stuffed up your arse for 30 years) Smear the Queer? And no, it has nothing to do with sexual orientation (really, it doesn't).

As for the Vegi-Nazi's and their legion of barking moonbats, f&ck 'em. They can have my Whopped when they pry it from my cold dead fingers.

>>KILL THE MAN WITH THE BALL

Don't you mean (yes, this is what it was called, for those of you who have had your head stuffed up your arse for 30 years) Smear the Queer? And no, it has nothing to do with sexual orientation (really, it doesn't).

As for the Vegi-Nazi's and their legion of barking moonbats, f&ck 'em. They can have my Whopped when they pry it from my cold dead fingers.

Err...that should be Whopper..

Hubby told me he used to play Smear the Queer all the time when he was a kid. Basically it's a game where the kid who catches the ball is chased down by all the other kids and piled on when they catch him. Ah the good old days...

pam - my husband was speaking of this game the other night at our 15 year old daughter's birthday party - but, he didn't want to be p.i. - that and i gave him the evil eye when he mentioned it quietly to me...