The mob over at the OECD have been playing with their computers again.
While computers in general have been an incredible boon to mankind they have led to an entire industry of statistics and data gatherers [ike those epidemiological studies so beloved of Big Health]. Those statistics are the curse of the modern age.
So what do these statistics tell us? We are living longer but are unhealthier? That we are costing the EU 115 billion a year? We are all fatter and and drink 10 litres of alcohol a year?
No. Its a steaming pie of horseshit simply because it is a pile of numbers that bear no relation whatsoever to the individual. What on earth has it to do with me that one country has more alcoholics, fatties or smokers than another? What impact does it have on the residents of those countries? None!
They wiffle on about life expectancy but what exactly do those figures mean? To me, they mean nothing as I am an individual whose genes and lifestyle are different from everyone else in the EU. Just out of interest, I looked up the current life expectancy of someone born in Ireland in 1950. Apparently I can expect to live 65.6 years. Combine with that the fact that the “experts” tell me that smoking statistically knocks ten years off my life expectancy, so this means that I actually died over eleven years ago, but obviously they forgot to tell me.
Some statistics may have some value, such as the number of infants in an area which would indicate a need for maybe an extra school in a few years time, but telling me that the Irish are more likely to die of a heart attack than the average European means absolutely zilch, partly because I am an individual, not an average, and partly because there is very little I could do about it anyway. And why should I? I have to die of something and frankly I would prefer a heart attack to senility.
I don’t know what they hope to achieve with these figures, except to beat us over the head with them. If some people are overweight then talk to those people. If some people drink too much then have a word with them. Just leave me out of it. I am not interested. It reminds me a bit of schooldays where the whole class got punished because some bugger in the back row caused trouble and didn’t own up to it.
Anyway I don’t give a fuck, because I’m dead.