Tomorrow, NYC’s soda ban kicks in. Except as Michael Bloomberg explains, it’s not really a ban. It’s just, y’know, whatever:
I always like it when a busybody nanny-state food-fascist admits that his stupid laws don’t really accomplish anything. That’s not the point anyway. The point is that he feels like he’s doing something. And if all you’re going to do is whine and complain about it, you can go live somewhere else.
No, seriously. You really should. Get out of there. Get away from this miserable old crank and his constant meddling in your personal choices. Go live in a place where you can serve soda without a health inspector coming around with a 17-ounce cup. These people are insane.
(Hat tip: Doug Powers)