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Total rip-off redux

Totally ripping this off from Matt Archbold at Creative Minority Report: 

Stop the Dietocracy!

First Lady Michelle Obama will announce today the headway she and the Obama dietocracy have made in strong arming restaurants to reduce portion sizes as part of her “Let’s Move’ campaign against obesity.
“The Childhood Obesity Task Force Report”–commissioned as part of Mrs. Obama’s “Let’s Move” project, “specifically calls on restaurants to, “consider their portion sizes, improve children’s menus, and make healthy options the default choice whenever possible."
The "or else" is implied.

I always find it a bit ironic the interest the Obamas take in regulating stomachs while completely ignoring wombs. So much for personal choice, huh? In fact, the womb seems to be the one place on earth immune from Nanny State overreach.

But as someone who doesn't think it's the government's business what I throw down my gullet I've come up with a few handy catchphrases to ward off the dietocracy:

Keep your administration out of my abdomen!
Every burger, a wanted burger!
Get your statutes off my stomach!
No directions for my digestion!
My cheese fries, My choice!
Don't like pie? Don't have pie.
Get your bureaucracy out of my belly.

If you've got any catchphrases that could really help my movement please put them in the combox. It's kind of a grassroots thing at this point. We meet at Sizzler. A few times a week.

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