This post will probably doom any chance of a Koufax nomination this year...oh well.
Did he say any of the following? "Hey, John Carpenter is planning a sequel to 'The Blob' you might want to audition." "Have you considered skipping the 17th serving of mashed potatoes?" "The manager of Snuffy's All U Can Eat Buffet has taken out a temporary restraining order against you."
No. He suggested in a professional manner it would be in her best interest to lose some weight. And her feelings got hurt. WTF? This guy does not sound like some malicious surreal Monty Python physician who spends his mornings plotting ways to verbally abuse his patients. And her feelings got hurt. WTF? She files a complaint because a doctor, a man with a medical degree and years of experience, states she might have a health problem. What next, pray tell...
"Oh what a splendid gunshot wound. You must be very proud of it!" "Your basal cell carcinoma is developing very nicely. Why, by next week, we might be able to see the Virgin Mary somewhere in that mass of wildly reproducing renegade cells."
Not only have we become a nation of gluttons (recent report estimates 49% of the nation may be overweight), but we're getting dumber by the hour. Perhaps the most galling aspect is how this represents our inability to face the truth. We want to be lied to...often. There are WMDs in Iraq.
Social Security is moments away from joining The Titantic. They hate our freedoms. Saddam is giving Osama bin Laden money and support. The terrorists are everywhere.
So don't tell me I'm overweight, tell me in no uncertain terms how the Iraqi insurgents are sneaking into my bedroom at night and running a feeding tube down my throat. And have that friggin' doctor sent to Gitmo.
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