Idea and Stories From a Vodkaholic by Timothy McGee - HTML preview

Chapter17

The big guns finally emerged.  They needed to.  They were spooked.  With well over 100,000 bona fide, registered voter signatures, clearly the vast amount of Coloradans wanted to send a message that Colorado will be the first state to take responsibility for the national weight problem.  To the big guns against Lose It or Hoof It, this was something that could swell and spill over the state's bulwarks flooding the country with anti-junk food poison severely damaging too many top and bottom corporate lines.

Colorado was not alone being a threat to the junk food industry. Lawmakers in Puerto Rico had in February introduced a bill designed to combat their personal obesity problem.  This was the Colorado catalyst, the impetus, necessary to transform quondam brush fires into a state conflagration.  The state of Colorado to be outdone by some United States territory? The healthy and fit Coloradans would have none of this rubbish and in droves relentlessly inculcated enacting this initiative into law will immutably affirm Colorado being the first state to seriously combat obesity. Some of the big guns were heard chanting this must be the work of some diabolical entity.  Only a twisted, evil government could conjure up the crucible of legally smoking dope then having to ward off the munchies to keep the weight off so one could drive legally; all staunchly averring their product's nutritional value when eaten in moderation.  The state was soon awash with such literature.  Appeal after appeal was filed questioning and arguing the legality, the constitutionality, and all other -alities imaginable. Dr. Singh and her cadre, with the backing of the AMA, stood their ground.  The barrage of filings was met head on and each torn to shreds being countered with oceans of undisputable facts and figures; the special committees and courts ultimately paving the decisive road placing the petition on the November 3, 2015 ballot. The people had spoken.

The election-day weather did not disappoint. The usual clear morning Colorado sunrise remained so throughout the metro area's day.  Gabber everywhere indicated complete lack of knowledge concerning who was running for what office or anything else at stake. So many "Who?", "What!", and "I don't know what you're talking about guy, I'm here to vote on the Lose It or Hoof It issue," were heard made this obvious. The massive voting turnout emerged to finally settle the contentious issue of having to be within the bounds of a certain BMI in order to renew a driver's license.

And that they did.  A landslide, overwhelming two thirds of the people, voted yes. Yes, we can get high, repel the munchies, stay thin, and drive.  We are Coloradans; we must remain at the vanguard!  The state's vast majority declared that Colorado will be the nation's leader to effectively combat the obesity problem; no more pussy footin around, harsher pressure must be placed on the overeaters! Even with such a foreboding and ominous title the Lose It or Hoof It campaign had triumphed. And so it was, effective January 1, 2018 all those wishing to renew their Colorado driver's license must do so in person to have measured their weight and height to be used in calculating their BMI.

Later that night at the downtown Denver Sheraton a large celebration was held.  Dr. Singh was beaming ear to ear a coruscating smile fortified with a few glasses of deserved bubbly as she spotted Mac across the room and approached him.

"Mac!" no professionalism required tonight, the diminutive doctor did her best to wrap her arms around Mac's neck.  "I am so proud of you!  What an idea!  Why didn't I ever think of it? Not even you and your girlfriend's slight scuffle could have stopped this train.  This must Jeanette Leroux."

"Yes, this is Jeanette.  Jeanette, I'd like you to meet Dr. Singh.  She is the one I told you who really got this project moving and moving big time."

"Well hello Dr. Singh, Mac has mentioned your name a few times.  How are you?" "I am doing fantastic, thank you.  Pleas