New York City monarch Michael Bloomberg will propose a ban on the sale, by certain vendors, of large sugary sodas. This, of course, is done in the name of “public health” and “fighting” the “epidemic of obesity.”
Following the nanny-state tradition of declaring war on inanimate or abstract things, Bloomberg has already launched blitzkriegs on cigarettes, salt, and trans fats, and even proposed to limit alcohol sales in the city—all in the name of protecting people from themselves.
I once interviewed Bloomberg at an equestrian show in the Hamptons. Under the VIP tent, he was surrounded by tables filled with drinks of all sorts—sodas and alcohol included—as well as mounds of every type of food imaginable. After I got past all his bodyguards—surely a big carbon footprint, no?—I spoke to him and found him amiable but wooden, the quintessential do-gooder technocrat who lives above and beyond the canaille he purports to help. His own moveable feasts, to be sure, don’t factor into his conception of “the public health,” but why should they? He has a Plan for us, and that Plan is based on the Truth.
When does it stop?