Regarding government (Saturn) controls on diet (Virgo), the soldier and I have been talking about this non-stop. As I mentioned in the comments of the last blog on this subject he told me this was going to happen about 6 months ago. I thought he was out of his mind but then this from HB-282:

(2) Any food establishment to which this section applies shall not be allowed to serve food to any person who is obese, based on criteria prescribed by the State Department of Health after consultation with the Mississippi Council on Obesity Prevention and Management established under Section 41-101-1 or its successor. The State Department of Health shall prepare written materials that describe and explain the criteria for determining whether a person is obese, and shall provide those materials to all food establishments to which this section applies…”

And don’t think for a minute this does not mean you. This is the soldier’s experience with government fat tests. I would estimate him at 10-12% body fat and that is now…

They fat test you in the Army,” the soldier explained. ‘They measure your waist; they measure your neck… some other thing and then do some calculation and tell you if you’re fat.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, so what are you telling me? That you were fat?”

“Yep. Every single time they did that test I came up fat and they made me go to the hospital, take another test.”

“You weren’t fat. How could you have been fat?”

“I don’t know. The government decides if you’re fat and if you’re fat you have to go into the fat boy program unless you can pass the hospital test.”

“What test?”

“They submerge you in water… see how much water you displace,” he said.

“You mean they can’t tell if you were fat without doing that? They have to put you in water to tell you’re not fat.”

“No, they could tell that I was fat. They proved me fat with that test of theirs every time they did it and they did it every six months or so. Then they couldn’t figure out how I could be too fat to do the job I happened to be doing so well.”

“Too fat to do the job you were doing and then you went to hospital?”

“Yep, every time. I’m fat so I needed another test to see if I was fat.”

“Okay, so your body is oddly proportioned and this means you come up fat?”

“Hell if I know. I don’t know if I was fat. They said I was fat and then they said I wasn’t fat. I don’t know what the fuck they were doing, P. This is how the government works. It doesn’t. I am telling you that everything the government gets involved in goes to shit.”

“This is what happened every time?”

“Every time. I couldn’t pass the fat test to save my life.”

Ominous, don’t you think?