Seriously America, what’s worse, fat cats or fat kids?  And by “fat cats” I mean gluttonous bankers.

I am all about healthy lifestyles.  Eating and drinking properly and exercising routinely are smart moves in terms of maintaining good health and extending your life.

But unless you are eating or drinking yourself to death, and that impending death is limiting the rights of another human being, it is clearly not my place to stop you.  I can advise you.  I can implore you.  I can love you with hugs and kindness and beg you to take better care of yourself.  But it is your life to live; your life to love.

Meanwhile, dirty thieving bankers are a whole other story.  They tried to destroy our way of life and they are still going at.  They accept the bail out money with one hand and introduce new interest rates, fees and penalties with the other hand.  These guys make the mob look like the Sunday church choir.  But do we outlaw them?

No, we nix the Big Gulp and we applaud the Fat Cat.

That’s not justice, that’s criminal.  I am sure somewhere in the heartland of America there are a few honest credit unions and savings & loans and even small banks who are focused on the needs of their customers and the community-at-large.  But the big boys are choking our nation’s progress and killing the nation’s ability to move ahead.  Meanwhile, local, state and federal regulators are focused on limiting our intake of sugary beverages.

But perhaps that’s the whole plan:  We bankrupt America until no one can afford big drinks and greasy fries and cheesy burgers.  It could work.  In fact, it is already working with the nearly 13% of Americans already living below the poverty level. Let’s keep our fingers crossed.