Beware the syndemic
Once again, the sky is falling on our heads.
This time we have to halve our meat and sugar consumption or else the planet will grind to a halt in 2050. Or explode. Or the oceans will inundate the landmasses and drown us all. Or we will all weigh 40 stone. Or something.
As will all Chicken Little forecasts they give us a date, some time in the future where if we don’t do X then Y will happen. Usually Y turns out to be some sort of Armageddon just to scare the pants off us.
I am somewhat bemused by the idea that if I eat two rashers instead of four, or take one spoon of sugar in my tea instead of two, then somehow I can sit back with a sigh of relief safe in the knowledge that I have not only saved the obesity “epidemic” but saved saved the planet as well.
Doubtless there have been doom merchants throughout the course of history, but in the past society had the common sense to burn them at the stake [or even burn them with the steak?]. Maybe we should have another look at that idea? I certainly remember times when we were warned that if the Earth’s population reached five billion or so, that we would all be crushed shoulder to shoulder and would all starve.
We have all become used to “epidemics” and “pandemics” but now we have a new word that will doubtless be used to beat us into submission – “syndemic”. This apparently is when two or more “epidemics” combine forces to wipe us all off the planet. So the current “syndemic” somehow combines obesity and warble gloaming into one neat package.
I am quaking in my boots.
Steak for dinner tonight, methinks?
Yes, I saw that report (BBC News) too. I wondered what to think about it – but you have now clarified my thinking…thank you!
The damned thing is everywhere. The meeja are all lapping it up.
Basically if we don’t do as they say, we are all dead [meat]. Now where have I heard that before?
Warble gloamobesity syndemicing? Wow! We’re definitely doomed! Pity, that.
Not until 2050 though. Until then, it’s time to party!
Oh, okay – enough time then to go obese and warbling.
I read that every bacon rasher consumed knocks 8 minutes off your life: having just turned 69, I was slightly concerned and did the maths.
I died in 1743.
I am still waiting for the Ice Age Catastrophe the ‘experts’ were forecasting back in the 70’s.
i believe it was supposed to happen by the 90’s.
Does the ‘syndemic’ have something to do with this ‘intersectionality’ the SJW’s rave about?
There are about 21 trillion pounds of Earth for every pound of mankind.
It is entirely possible that the Earth is not aware that we exist.
The answer, of course, is cannibalism. Rather than burying or cremating our dead, we should lightly grill them with a little horseradish sauce on the side.
That avoids wasting a precious food-source, saves the greenhouse effect of growing animals, as well as the energy and pollution from our current crude methods of disposal.
I look forward to the green religionists’ view of that proposal, the ArfchBish of Canterbury could get into quite a tangle with it.
Looking at some of the parasites in the Palace of Westminster (Abbott, Soames, etc.) they could provide several meals for an entire tower block.
Reminded me of a lady who had once ‘enjoyed congress’ with Nicholas Soames – she described the experience as “Like having a double-wardrobe fall onto you with the key sticking out”. Graphic.
I will be 83 in 2050, subject to avoiding the proverbial bus that might knock me down , I think I will have done very well by then , so I’m going to eat more sausages and more bacon just in case. I’ve got to die of something after all.
Truly, The end is nigh!