Instead of recognizing that Jolliness is a gift from God and my appetites are Blessed, Alstin writes a sick temperanormative diatribe in which he actually expects that we exercise “moderation” by suppressing and denying the way God made us. Instead of urging us to practice safe eating through regurgitation, lap band surgery, liposuction and other forms of technological prophylactics against the dangers of eating, he arrogantly demands that I not experience the full range of flavors available to me. Invoking some outdated Eurocentric Christianist standard of supposed “health” he posits such nonsensical notions of “Natural Law” as “optimum weight” in order to reinforce his temperanormative ideology. He even goes so far as to try to impose some oppressive notion of “self-control” and “discipline of the appetites” in his Stone Age lust to destroy our modern freedoms.
I am amazed, at this late date, that he does not recognize that with 74% of Americans sharing in my lifestyle choices (which are not choices but dictated by the Way God Made Me) it’s pretty obvious what the sensus fidelium is on this matter and no dried up old fasting men in Rome are going to tell us glorious liberated Americans what we can do in the privacy of our dining rooms.
Alstin is Australian, so let me just say loud and clear on behalf of all freedom-loving American Jollies: Keep your Bibles off our Tibles, mate!
We’re out and we’re stout!