(Open with a grainy black-and-white photo of a 1950s Fourth of July picnic—kids running around, moms in sundresses, dads grilling burgers. Not a single soul tipping the scales.)

Take a look at those old snapshots—America in its prime. Skinny guys in fedoras, women with tiny waists, kids who look like they could outrun a cheetah. Fatties? Not a one.
A double Chin, only if you’re looking in a Chinese phone book.

Fast forward to the late 90’s, when a girl ballooning up to a deuce, a deuce and a half was considered morbidly obese. Ahhhh … how quaint.

Now fast-forward to today: waddle through any Walmart, and it’s a sea of stretch pants and motorized scooters. What the hell happened? How did we go from lean and mean to a nation that employs a crane lift lardos off the couch?

Not mention destroying my mail order bride business that I personally owned where I was sending fatties to Japan, who, as sumo culture, value obese women, until the supply became overwhelming.

(Let the stats talk for a sec.)

Back in the ‘50s, obesity was sub 5%, and we were one of the few nations where it was a possibility. I mean even in the 1990’s in most countries around the world, people might look up from their meager portion of rice, seeing an obese person, and would toss their bowl on the ground, race after them and say “Dammmmnnnnn!! How you do that. I’m hanging out with you!”

Today the obesity rate is pushing 40%, and that’s not counting the “just chubby” crowd. Kids—little kids!—are clocking in at 20% on the obesity scale.
Living abroad, I hadn’t been home to the US in 4 years, and I landed in Las Vegas and was horrified. In the airport I saw like one very attractive, thin black girl in tight clothes amongst the rolls of jelly rolls and immediately thought, if she’s a stripper, she’s making the big bucks keeping fit.
This isn’t some gradual drift; it’s an avalanche into the valley of the soft under belly.
So how did we get here? Is it just that we’re lazy, or is there something bigger at play? Spoiler: it’s both, and the path we go on won’t lead anywhere pretty.
Start with the obvious: food. In those old photos, people ate real stuff—meat, potatoes, veggies from the garden. Sugar was a treat, not a food group. Now? We’re drowning in high-fructose corn syrup, supersized sodas, and “snacks” that come in bags big enough to feed a platoon. Look at the cereal aisle—bright colors, cartoon mascots, and enough sugar to give a horse diabetes.

Back then, breakfast was eggs and bacon; today, it’s a bowl of candy with milk on it.
And portion sizes- restaurants like The Cheesecake Factory serve enough food per plate to last a British Orphanage a year.
(clip: More gruel please)
Evolutionarily we are used to lack, and if you were lucky enough to be invited to a feast, you would wolf down as much, as quickly, as possible.
So, to be fair, it makes sense that at the outset of this new era of caloric bounty, the human body would react to plentitude, by ballooning up as our evolution would instruct.

But it’s not just what we eat—it’s how we live. Those old photos? People moved. Dads walked to work or mowed the lawn with a push mower. Moms scrubbed floors and chased toddlers. Kids played outside till the streetlights flickered on. Now? We’re glued to screens—TVs, phones, video games. The average American sits 10 hours a day, and that’s before you count the Netflix binges. Cars are everywhere; walking’s for suckers.

Even the mailman drives a truck now.

The efficiency of machines have taken what was once necessary physical movement, and new digital outlets of play compete for our time and energy; and as sedentariness wins, our waistlines expand.

And human beings naturally love the easy way out. the path of least resistance. Look at those old photos again—nobody’s popping diet pills or guzzling “skinny teas.” They didn’t need to. Life kept them lean. Today, we have the option to medicate rather than move, snack than cook, play football on the Playstation, instead of the grass field.

And here’s where it gets dark: Post-WWII, new technologies shot productivity through the roof giving us abundance of big yields and cheap food. As fewer people were needed to cultivate crops, it lead to corporate centralization of production, and gave us- Big Food.
Who immediately began to lobby the government for subsidies.

Corn became king, corn syrup began to pour into everything; Bread, ketchup, even freaking yogurt.
Then Wall Street figured out you can profit off addiction—sugar hits the brain like cocaine, and they’ve got us hooked. Meanwhile, the feds push dietary guidelines that tell us to load up on carbs and ditch the fat. Remember the food pyramid? A recipe for rolls around the middle. They sold us a lie, and we ate it up—literally. I used to believe it important to eat a huge bowl of grape nuts every single morning. I was a chump, and my Dad who preferred bacon and eggs, I have to admit today was completely correct … but nevertheless, I, like millions of us, was lied to- for their profit.

But those folks in the old photos? They weren’t disciplined saints—they just didn’t have 24/7 access to Doritos and DoorDash. Today, we do, and too many of us say yes every damn time.
The solution isn’t rocket science—eat less, move more. Yet we act like it’s a mystery, and thus, diet books continue to be NY Times Best Sellers.

But all those harpies yelling that obesity is due to genetics, and how dare we mock those born with a worse hand.
This is blatant propaganda introduced by the food industry that profits from serving us calorically dense, tasty, unhealthy food. But “The View” and other paid for and bought media outlets prattle on about it, and shame you for judging the morbidly obese.
And then conveyor belt of Fatties being produced by Kellogg, Mondelez, and Kraft, will be joyfully taken by the medical industry as the caring profiteers lobby for mandatory government subsidies for Ozempic, whose side effects will almost certainly come to light at a later date, as they dip their corrupt hands into the ever expanding pool of taxed and printed reserve currency, actively re-distributing it amongst the Big Pharma companies in a form of corporate welfare.

And that is why we are incredibly fortunate to have Robert F. Kennedy Jr. as the Secretary of Health and Human Services (HHS). He brings an unshakable resolve to serve the American people, with a clear mission to dismantle the pervasive corruption of Big Pharma within our federal government. RFK is not just a critic of the system—he’s a force for change, determined to encourage a healthier nation. His appointment is a bold step toward prioritizing the well-being of Americans over corporate profits.

It’s why they fought against his nomination so vociferously; because he has integrity and his will not bend to their influence.
And a pox on those Senators who last time cast votes in assent for an obese, unhealthy looking man, insisting he was a woman … unhealthy inside and out, who had the temerity to instruct us on maintaining physical and mental fitness; while voting against RFK’s vision for a stronger, healthier America. I wonder who owns their vote?
I mean, America is probably the least healthy country on the planet because of our excess, but the Blue Team insists we vote for the status quo.

But beyond curbing Big Pharma’s stranglehold, what can RFK actually achieve as HHS Secretary? He has the platform and authority to reshape our national approach to health. For one, he could push for transparency in the food and drug industries, exposing how processed foods are engineered—through scientific A/B testing—to addict us for profit. He might champion policies that incentivize healthier eating, like tax breaks for organic farming or for companies producing nutrient-rich, unprocessed foods. Imagine public health campaigns that don’t just nag us to ‘eat better’ but actually educate us on how our bodies thrive when fueled by real nutrition rather than chemical-laden junk.

But I recognize, you cannot mandate people to toss their Kraft Macaroni and Cheese; even; who am I tell you what you must to do with your body? I’m not Pfizer under the Biden admin.

You are entitled to eat what you want, whether it’s a fried egg, soda, or Oreo cookies —and it’s not RFK’s or any government’s job to play food police. Personal responsibility matters.
However, it’s not the government’s role to bail you out with my tax dollars if your choices don’t work out, our intended, for you. Health starts with accountability.

RFK could also shift the cultural conversation. He’s got the tenacity to call out the obesity epidemic without tiptoeing around feelings—something we desperately need. I’d even argue for bringing back a bit of fat shaming—not out of cruelty, but because people respond to incentives. Public scorn can be a powerful nudge, motivating folks to rethink their habits. Studies show social pressure has historically influenced behavior, from smoking cessation to fitness trends. RFK could lead by example, promoting a no-nonsense ethos: take charge of your health, or face the consequences.
He could partner with local governments to fund community fitness initiatives—think free outdoor gyms or walking trails—making exercise accessible without forcing it down anyone’s throat.

Also, an overhaul of the school lunch programs, replacing sugary, processed slop with meals that actually nourish growing kids, as well as removing anything but one word foods, like lettuce, egg, apple, steak, from government food stamp programs.

You know, it was Coca-Cola according to former consultant for the company, Calley Means, that paid the NAACP and other civil rights groups millions of dollars to label opponents of soda inclusion in the food stamp program as “racist.”
Where a giant honey pot of money and the decisions on how it can be spent is centralized, the laws of physics dictate there will be coercion and corruption.

Bu the good news: it’s not hopeless. Humanity is always changing, adapting. Some less fortunate souls don’t do so as rapidly as others, but they still have time, they can still change their trajectory. 
Look at those old photos one more time.
That’s us—our grandparents, our roots. We’ve got it in us to be lean again, to ditch the excuses and the junk. Start small—skip the soda, take a walk, cook a family meal with fresh ingredients.
No pill’s gonna save us, no government’s gonna sweat for us. It’s on you. Channel that 1950s grit, and maybe one day our photos won’t need a wide-angle lens.
It’s within each of us. Each decision we make, each trip to the grocery store or peek into the fridge. All the influencers in the world can be pointing towards the egg and the apple, and way from the donut, but ultimately, like everything in life, it’s up to the individual to decide on which direction they move, and that my friends is the good news, the decision for ultimate health, lies solely within YOU.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I have an appointment at the ghyme.
(Simpsons gym)

Excuse me, the gym.