WASHINGTON, D.C. -- To the beach, and I leave Washington in
The weather here is, for the first time this summer, mercifully
clement: temperature in the middle 80s, humidity low. Washington this past
week has been unusually comfortable, and so I am off to the beach where I am
told it is hot, muggy and familiarly unbearable to a Washingtonian.
Another reason for leaving town is that all the politicians have
departed. When the politicians are gone, Washington loses its chief source
of amusement and most of its sources of white-collar crime, even an
occasional violent criminal.
By the way, did you note that the only member of Congress to
oppose the expulsion of convicted felon James Traficant was the Hon. Gary
Condit, he of the missing Chandra Levy enigma? Both men will not be
returning to our nation's capital this fall. They will be missed.
But to return to my subject, I am heading for the beach. What
marvels will I witness there? From what I have seen in earlier
peregrinations this summer, I will see many very corpulent Americanos.
Frankly, fat people do not trouble me. I prefer them to the
skinny, angular Americans -- many of which look like terminal cases. There
are myths about body types. Redheads are supposedly choleric. Tubby persons
are supposedly merry. Most of us recognize that these stereotypes are often
inaccurate. There are fat people who are irritable and gloomy. But have you
ever met a cheerful skinny person? If they were to laugh, their bones would
rattle. I think we can conclude that skinny people are grim, and that the
self-righteously skinny are the sworn enemies of the rotund. I side with the
rotund, and will greet them genially at the beach -- assuming they are
After all, the rotund are about to become targets of America's
health Gestapo. Not content with rendering life miserable for tobacco
smokers and only slightly less miserable for oenologists and moderate
drinkers, the health Gestapo's agents are opening a new theater of
This time, they are training their blunderbusses on fast food
restaurants, and candy and soft drink machines. They are focusing their
solicitude on those whom they say are overweight. Their assumption is that
those who tip the scales a few pounds on the heavy side are overweight
because of their diets. Well, perhaps, but what business is it of ours? The
sophistry that the health Gestapo lays down on us is that fat people burden
Medicare and Medicaid with inordinately pricey medical bills. I call this a
sophistry because the overweight also have lower life expectancies.
Consequently, they are less of a burden on the healthcare system than the
rest of us.
Of course, the health Gestapo's main complaint is not against
the fat but against the Giant Corporations that feed them. The "food
industry," two Ivy League medical busybodies write in The Washington Post,
"spends an estimated $10 billion to influence the eating behavior of
children." So these two food snoops and their allies among the so-called
consumerists are inveighing against the "food industry," and fast-food
corporations in particular. A New York lawyer has just filed a class-action
lawsuit against McDonald's, Burger King, Wendy's and KFC, claiming his
client became obese and ill because of the delicious products of these
Anyone the least familiar with the products of America's food
producers knows that these companies are very health-conscious and
responsive to America's hungry consumers. Their production lines produce
caffeine-free drinks, low-fat delicacies, the sodium-free, the sugar-free --
you name it. If it is healthy and tasteless, Americans can buy it.
My guess is that fat people are fat because they want to be fat.
Unlike the skinny, the fat are nicely cushioned. Whenever they sit or lie
down, it is probably like easing oneself into a plush sofa or chair. Some of
the fat whom I shall see at the beach might actually be aesthetes familiar
with the fleshy painting of Raphael and other Renaissance voluptuaries, and
eager to imitate their works of art with their very own bodies.
So here is a toast to fat people, perspiring in the sunshine,
guzzling whatever consumer product they desire. I look forward to seeing
them at the beach, and I shall only ask that they keep their boom boxes at a
moderate volume and not roll over on me.