Worth watching — possibly worth your life, your husband’s, your parent’s or your child’s – click here. Now look at this – click here. The latter is actually considered as “food.”

From Mark Morford:

Behold, the KFC Double Down Sandwich. It is, if you really want to know, two slabs of fried chicken intersliced with two pieces of bacon, two slabs of cheese, and the Colonel’s “special sauce.” It comes in the form of a sandwich, with the fried chicken where the bread used to be. It’s sort of hilarious. It’s sort of perfect. And then it’ll probably make you vomit….

You got your chicken-like creature, your pig-like creature, your dairy cow-like creature, all wrapped in a $5 fistful of nausea, ready to strangle your heart and benumb your brain. God knows what’s in the “special sauce.” Maybe some sort of fish byproduct, just to round it all out. It’s like a wild kingdom in your mouth! It’s like a toxic zoo in your colon! It’s like a suicide note from what’s left of your brain! “If you eat this, you are a complete and total idiot, and we’re through. Signed, You.”

From the CDC:

The Cost of Obesity and Chronic Diseases
Among children and adolescents, annual hospital costs related to obesity were $127 million during 1997–1999 up from $35 million during 1979–1981.
In 2000, the total cost of obesity in the United States was estimated to be $117 billion—$61 billion for direct medical costs and $56 billion for indirect costs.
– In 1996, $31 billion of treatment costs (in year 2000 dollars) for cardiovascular disease among adults was related to overweight and obesity.

I was in WalMart last week and a mother, father and child caught my attention. The mother was in a motorized wheelchair. I estimate that she weighed in excess of 300 pounds. The father was morbidly obese as was the 12 or 13-year-old daughter. The child almost brought me to tears: she was puffing as she walked, waddling awkwardly, talking on her cell phone and trying to sound “cool” — and her parents were cheerfully murdering her, one item at a time, as they filled the cart with soda, chips, pre-made meals, “family-sized” chocolate bars and ice cream.

Don’t misunderstand: I am not some sort of vegan purist. I am ashamed to confess that I smoke but I did not do so around my children, lay cigarettes on the table for their consumption or take them out for a happy family time of carcinogenic inhalations.

It is tragic — and it is preventable. To those who chant the mantra “Take America back!” I would suggest that you begin with your children and what you feed them. A strong nation is a healthy one. I don’t intend to sound “preachy” here — it just saddens me to watch a promising, vital and dynamic country damage itself, its children and its potential.

Alex Kearns

Alex Kearns

Alex writes for a variety of national and international publications. A relative newcomer to the United States, she co-founded her town's first environmental organization (The St. Marys EarthKeepers, Inc.). In turns bemused, confused, entranced, frustrated and delighted, she enjoys unravelling the eternal enigma that is the Deep South.