Kiddies, we’ve become losers. We’re losing everything. In my case, not weight — but money, patience, hair and, mostly, privileges.
No longer allowed salt. Sugar is outlawed. Smoking’s second to cheating on taxes. Sodas, forget. Sounds — horn-honking, boombox blaring — could get you three-to-five. Spitting? A no-no. But who recalls when any creature actually spit in public? Happened to me only once. With a cranky camel in the Sahara.
No longer may children become so heavy that if they run away they have to take the truck route.
It’s artificial sweetener, fake butter, soy milk, powdered cream, pretend salt, look-alike fur, cheap pleather, faux whipped cream. A world of fee fie faux fum.