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NO, THANK YOU<\/p>\n
If the only prayer you ever say in your entire life
\nIs \u201cNo thank you,\u201d it will be enough.
\nLynn Ruth and Meister Eckhart<\/p>\n
No one likes to take responsibility for their own destiny and the American people are a prime example.\u00a0 They have blamed the car manufacturers for our automobile fatalities, the cigarette manufacturers for lung cancer and now they are blaming dessert creators for our obesity.\u00a0 It turns out that unsuspecting consumers are not at fault for increasing their circumference faster than the speed of light.\u00a0 Nor is it their doing that they no longer fit in a revolving door.\u00a0 The blame is now on those profit-mongering villains who make delectable biscuits, marvelous confections and delicious drinks to quench our thirst. Indeed, these greedy monsters are deliberately adding a ton of sugar to all the goods we adore for the sole purpose of making diabetes our national disease.<\/p>\n
The latest scientific studies confirm their corruption.\u00a0 Sugar is toxic and unscrupulous manufacturers like Sara Lee (yummy cheesecake) or Krispy Kreme Doughnuts have deliberately stuffed their products with this poisonous substance that has been proven to kill us even faster than fatty beef will clog our arteries.<\/p>\n
In less informed times, these bakers were our heroes.\u00a0 We longed for their recipes, gobbled up their products and reveled in the sugar high we got to finish our meal.\u00a0 We reached blindly for them in the mid-afternoon to pep us up when the \u201cthreesies\u201d hit.\u00a0 Now, thanks to those experts who conduct scientific studies that destroy our confidence in our own preferences, we all know better.\u00a0 We have been the innocent pushovers of a diabolical plot to put money in the pockets of the obscenely rich manufacturers of cookies, cakes and pies even as we collapse in droves from insulin failure.<\/p>\n
The baking industry and the soft drink tycoons are scandalized at the accusations the scientific community has made to smudge their good name and destroy their public image. After all, they say, all they did was create a product that people enjoyed eating. \u201cDon\u2019t talk to me about nutrition,\u201d one reportedly said. \u201cTalk to me about taste, and if this stuff tastes better, don\u2019t run around trying to sell stuff that doesn\u2019t taste good.\u201d<\/p>\n
I cannot help but remember my sister who turned to hypnotism to help her when she topped 400 pounds.\u00a0 \u201cMy right hand was hypnotized so it would not touch the refrigerator,\u201d she said.\u00a0 \u201cSo I learned to open it with my left.\u201d<\/p>\n
Now, I know perfectly well that it has become politically incorrect to blame the consumer for what he consumes but I cannot help but remember my dear old mother (who wasn\u2019t dear ALL the time but sadly almost always right) when she said.\u00a0 \u201cIf you don\u2019t want it, just say, \u2018no thank you.\u2019\u201d<\/p>\n
I would love to see a scientific study that figures out why the obese among us are incapable of pushing away that second piece of pie, or turning their noses up and their fifth glass of soda pop.\u00a0 I suspect that if we could create a no thank you <\/em>serum to inject into ourselves before dinner, we would save a fortune in diabetic remedies, fat farms and gastric by-passes.\u00a0 Isn\u2019t funny, how simple solutions seem to escape us?<\/p>\n In the dark ages when I was a child, Gwendolyn Turner and I took my chubby sister to an ice cream parlor and, because we only had thirty-five cents between us, we ordered a chocolate soda with three straws.\u00a0 My sister, who was the shortest, grabbed her straw and began drinking.\u00a0 Gwendolyn and I kept bumping heads trying to get to our straws and before we managed to solve this spatial challenge my sister had finished the soda.\u00a0 Moral: If you want something bad enough, there is always a way to avoid sharing it.<\/p>\n My mother\u2019s family was very poor and ate potatoes almost every night.\u00a0 Every once in a while, my grandma managed to bake a cake for her 4 daughters and her son, Charlie.\u00a0 She would cut it into portions, put it on the table and as soon as all four little girls look rapturously at their dessert, my Uncle Charlie would point to the ceiling and shout \u201cLOOK!!!\u201d\u00a0 When his sisters looked down again at their plates, their cake had disappeared.\u00a0 Moral: Brothers cannot be trusted any more that the manufacturers of sugar-filled products; scheming monsters every one of them.<\/p>\n \n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" NO, THANK YOU If the only prayer you ever say in your entire life Is \u201cNo thank you,\u201d it will be enough. Lynn Ruth and Meister Eckhart No one…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":6,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"yasr_overall_rating":0,"yasr_post_is_review":"","yasr_auto_insert_disabled":"","yasr_review_type":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[837],"tags":[],"class_list":{"0":"post-15481","1":"post","2":"type-post","3":"status-publish","4":"format-standard","6":"category-joe-cillo"},"yasr_visitor_votes":{"stars_attributes":{"read_only":true,"span_bottom":"