Champ vs Chump
Michael vs. Michael (Fitness vs. Food)
France, Japan, Britain, Australia: this list catalogs countries with athletes participating in the Summer Olympics. But it also represents governments with officials who are increasingly viewing individual diets as a matter of public health. [snip]
But the athletes sent by each country to the world’s stage exemplify a different point entirely.
Consider Michael Phelps. Eating a diet loaded with so-called “junk” foods (white bread, fried eggs, and pasta by the pound), the famous Olympic champion downs an astonishing 12 thousand calories each day. However, at 6’4” and 195 lbs, Phelps is far from obese or unhealthy. [snip]
Food cops, like Michael Jacobson from the Center for Science in the Public Interest, pay little more than lip service to these couch-potato habits that have become the norm in recent years. Instead, Jacobson and other “obesity” experts single out “junk food” as the culprit behind our burgeoning behinds.
Lets compare the two Michaels to see just what they do, and how they do it. Then we can force feed the nannies Twinkies until they explode.
August 17, 2008 at 6:51 pm | Trackback
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Probably a candidate for President’s Council on Physical Fitness in an Obama administration. He reminds me of those spinsters in the ’50’s who frowned when you brought a Hershey Bar with your lunch. Before they became teachers, they cooked turnips and cauliflower entrees for for the CCC workers. Salt was forbidden. I wonder why they never married.
Figured it out. Women with sensible shoes are poor prospects. Also, in those days, they were all still in love with Henry Wallace and saved themselves for him.
They also wore nightgowns made of burlap sacks, complete with drawstrings.
Those were for bundling with the ice man.
Ms. Mulligan took away my Cracker Jacks compass and sent it to some poor kid in Germany.
Henry Wallace…now there’s a name that warms the hearts of all fellow travellers and parlor pinks everywhere.
Henry was a strange guy, Bryan. He supported Richard Nixon, you know.
That was of course after he had broke with the Progs over their support of that scrofulous tyrant’s invasion of South Korea. His 1948 campaign, where he player the role of Stalin’s Mortimer Snerd, reminds me of certain aspects of the Clean, Articulate Black Man’s current campaign for the Oval Oriface.
Hmmmnn…the Obamassiah is pretty strange too, come to think of it.