Eat, Drink and be Merry

On the theory that most who occasionally glance at this blog are human, we here at White Law Chartered occasionally get a little off-track. Today is such a day.

We constantly hear that we must do this or that, or eat this or that, to survive. But is survival what its all about? Isn’t quality of life in there somewhere? Unlike the U.S, the Nevada constitution guarantees us the right to pursue happiness along the way. Are these words meaningless trivia? You would think so as our governments rush headlong to keep us alive. Helmet laws, seat belt laws, drinking laws, smoking laws may keep us healthy, but is longevity what life is all about? Isn’t freedom in there somewhere?

We are told that we must stay healthy because medical care is expensive and often subsidized by the taxpayer. But what about end of life care? When our estates have been depleted by $8,000 a month to warehouse us in a memory care facility, we don’t just die. Rather we are then housed in a more spartan facility at taxpayer expense. No one we know has done a study that shows taxpayers are worse off if we die at 30 from lung cancer than if we die at 90 in an old folks home. And do we really want our estate to go to a memory care facility? Wouldn’t most of us prefer it go to our children?

Those so interested in keeping us healthy for the most part have good hearts, however broken. They generally and mistakenly act as if they and the rest of us are going to live forever. But we here at Whitelaw have done a study which proves otherwise, to wit, we have divided those born in 1700 into two groups, one, of those who drink and smoke and the other of teetotallng, non-smoking vegans. Our study proved by clear and convincing evidence that no one in either group is alive today. And that those in the first group formed a great country that eventually ended the scourge of slavery.

Paragraph from Dickens’ Pickwick Papers, Chapter 13

It appears, then, that the Eatanswill people, like the people of many other small towns, considered themselves of the utmost and most mighty importance, and that every man in Eatanswill, conscious of the weight that attached to his example, felt himself bound to unite, heart and soul, with one of the two great parties that divided the town–the Blues and the Buffs.  Now the Blues lost no opportunity of opposing the Buffs, and the Buffs lost no opportunity of opposing the Blues; and the consequence was, that whenever the Buffs and Blues met together at public meeting, town-hall, fair, or market, disputes and high words arose between them.  With these dissensions it is almost superfluous to say that everything in Eatanswill was made a party question.  If the Buffs proposed to new skylight the market-place, the Blues got up public meetings, and denounced the proceeding; if the Blues proposed the erection of an additional pump in the High Street, the Buffs rose as one man and stood aghast at the enormity. There were Blue shops and Buff shops, Blue inns and Buff inns–there was a Blue aisle and a Buff aisle in the very church itself.