Here we go again;
The Academy of Medical Royal Colleges is calling for fewer fast food outlets near schools and a complete ban on unhealthy food in hospitals in a report which warns the crisis is at risk of becoming “unresolvable”.
No. No it isn’t, the risk is entirely resolvable. You just don’t eat nothing but takeaways and shitty ready meals. There – risk averted. It comes down to the old adage about ‘public health’; there is my health, there is your health, there is no our health.
By 2050 more than half of adults will be seriously overweight and tough measures are needed to prevent the situation spiralling completely out of control, the UK’s 220,000 doctors warn.
Where do you get this from? I’m not going to say they won’t, but you cannot say with any certainty that they will. Look, the adults of 2050 have not in the main been born yet. How can you possibly say what will happen in forty years? Look at how our habits and attitudes have changed since the 60′s. We have no idea what the future will look like. As an example, since the horsemeat story broke the butcher down the end of my road has been run ragged. He has, and this is no exaggeration, been giving tours of his cold storage room, showing supermarket shoppers who have come to him how the meat on his counter and in his window has been carved off the carcass hanging up in the back. He can tell them what farm the meat came from, what the farmer’s name is. These shoppers have been coming back. He provides better meat, supporting local farmers, in a better atmosphere and a price which is the equal of, or cheaper than, the supermarket.
Doctors are united in viewing obesity – the consequences of which include diabetes, heart disease and cancer – as the single greatest public health crisis facing the country, the report says.
Blah blah blah.
The report criticises both current and previous governments for “piecemeal and disappointingly ineffective” attempt to deal with the problem, given that one in four adults in England is obese and these figures are set to climb to 60 per cent of men, 50 per cent of women, and 25 per cent of women over the next 37 years.
Yada yada yada.
Look, I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again. It is your job to fix us when we’re broken. How we got broken is of no concern to you.
More to the point, may I suggest that you deliver on your promises? The actual Snowolf is part of a little pack that meets up every afternoon. One of the pack humans is ill, he’s a man just past his 80th birthday and has a nasty cancer which keeps popping up in his bladder. It now looks like his bladder is going to have be removed. He’s been subjected to a battery of tests, the last one was a scan, the results of which would be interpreted and revealed three weeks after the scan. Three weeks was up on Thursday. Nothing, not so much as a peep. The Consultant is ‘unavailable’. How about a little less time on the golf course and preaching to everyone and a little more time doing your actual job?
Actually, I have another question. Where in the blue hell were the sainted, hugely important and no doubt vastly knowledgable ‘Academy of Royal Medical Colleges’ when their members were overseeing the needless deaths of over 1,000 people, left sat on the bog, or dying in sheets covered in their own piss and shit, or denied even a drink of water? Hmmm? Where was this august organisation when these people, who had been entrusted to their members to make them better, died of neglect in circumstances that would have embarrassed Haringey Social Services?
Perhaps, when our medical professionals can display a capacity for not neglecting their patients to death in circumstances that would have scandalised a Napoleonic War charnel house, or can take someone into their care without deciding that it would be best for all concerned if they were just left to die, then maybe, possibly, I might just be prepared to give some credence to what their rent seeking, power hungry, arrogant trade bodies have to say.