Yesterday, the American Medical Association (AMA) continued its steady slide of accommodation for a society bent on removing personal responsibility from its citizenry. Behavior without consequences has been the collective unspoken chant of a nation marching to its own self-indulgent, bloated demise.
What pronouncement from our medical experts led me to such a vitriolic opening statement? Obesity is now a disease. That’s right, for the overwhelming majority of people who don’t have the self-discipline to eat healthier and regularly exercise, not to worry. It’s not a self-discipline problem, it’s a disease. http://www.nytimes.com/2013/06/19/business/ama-recognizes-obesity-as-a-disease.html?_r=0
I can’t wait for the next generation of “diseases”. Maybe we’ll find a way to rationalize speeding or shoplifting as a “disease”. After all, I can hear the experts say, “They can’t help themselves. We have to do a better job of educating the public (read: spend more tax dollars on inefficient programs) and we have to develop treatments (read: drugs) that help these people.”
In my second paragraph, I said for the “overwhelming majority of people” obesity is not a genetic condition or a disease. READ MORE
This post is one of those deep (but not quite profound), reflexive passages on overcoming barriers in life. On why I stopped being a full-time attorney to take a chance at becoming a fiction writer. An author. Why leave a highly respected, well-paid position to become a starving artist?
As we drove to school today, my daughter Hannah snapped this picture. Besides its obvious artistic value, it provided me with a moment to reflect. How many times have I been traveling along and had my course altered by a road closed sign? Actually, not very often, at least driving on the asphalt roads. But, in a metaphorical sense, we find ourselves running into road closure signs all the time. I’m not advocating you break the law, but I am suggesting that we reconsider always listening to the voices and words that prevent us from following the path we want to follow. READ MORE
The journey to launch Boy 39 actually began in 2006 on an airplane somewhere over Idaho. I wrote a scene where a teenager walking through a grocery store checkout aisle spends the entire two minutes checking out the cashier, a cute girl with a troubled home. When the boy fails to say anything to the girl, he encounters a smart-aleck kid on the mini-carousel outside the doors to the store. The kid reads the teenage boy’s mind, and asks him why he didn’t ask the girl out for a date. READ MORE