The fattest man in the world died
of pneumonia last week. Keith Martin was 44 years old, weighed 980 pounds
and reached that dubious record by voluntarily consuming 20,000 calories every
day. Not surprisingly, he was also unemployed spending his days in bed playing
video games and watching TV.
His excuse: “I was depressed.”
“I started eating to ease the pain, and
before I knew it, I was bingeing every time something upset me,”
Martin said in a documentary about his life before he died. “I’ve always
been depressed. I am an agoraphobic— I’m afraid of public places— but it was
never treated... I just want to be happy, without needing food to make me
happy.”
Martin’s typical daily diet consisted of six fried eggs as
a first course for breakfast, followed by lunches and dinners featuring pizza’s
kebabs, Big Macs and lots of other kinds of takeout fast food. He washed it all
down with 3.5 liters of coffee and 2 liters of carbonated drinks.
To say that this man exhibited a severe eating disorder
would amount to a gross understatement.
“Keith, like many people, had some emotional
issues, and he turned to food for comfort,” explained
his doctor, Kesava Mannur. “That type of behavior is nothing new, but what
is new is how easy it is for people in that situation to buy a lot of cheap
food,”
The doctor’s proposed solution: The British government
should impose a fast-food tax to help the morbidly obese.
Leave it to the deluded statists of this world to come up
with a bird brained idea like that. This doctor actually thinks that his
patient would not have become morbidly obese if only the collective would have
taxed everyone for eating at fast food restaurants. The responsible people
should pay for the irresponsible people’s problems. The skinny guy should
sacrifice for the fatty.
Now, I do sympathize with people like Keith Martin. There
are far too many folks like him today. I feel sorry for them, but the reality
of the matter is that they’re doing it to themselves. It’s their fault. They alone
are responsible for their depression; their morbid obesity; their wasted lives,
and finally their own demise. They got where they are by being irresponsible.
Martin and the rest of the morbidly obese should have
rejected the stagnant philosophy of statism and embraced the life enhancing
philosophy of libertarianism. He should have learned how to love himself. He
needed a healthy dose of self esteem. With that he would have realized that he
alone was responsible for his life. Personal responsibility is the hallmark of
libertarianism.
This may seem insensitive, but had he taken personal
responsibility for his depression and obesity he would have looked in the
mirror long ago and called himself “fatty.” The people around him who knew and
loved him should have called him “fatty.” What they definitely should not have
done was enable him by bringing him Big Mac’s with which to stuff his fat face.
Strangers on the street should have called him “fatty,” and he would probably still
be alive today enjoying himself and weighing far less than half a ton.
There is no excuse for becoming morbidly obese. I can
speak from my own personal experience. That’s how I know. Once in my early 40’s
I allowed myself to bloat out to 210 pounds. It was disgusting. My waist size exceeded
40 inches. I looked in the mirror and called myself “fatty.” Why? Because I was
getting fat, that’s why. And I sure didn’t want to become obese.
I was a libertarian then and the first thing I did about
it was to take personal responsibility for my problem. I was “Mr. Fatty” and it
was solely my responsibility to do something about it. So I went on the Atkins
diet and followed it meticulously. In my mind while eating every meal I called
myself “fatty.” I started exercising on a treadmill and each time while doing
that I called myself “fatty.” I kept telling myself how disgusting it was to be
obese and how it was my own stupid fault. I purposely shamed myself for my own
good. I quickly lost 55 pounds.
Learn how to love yourself. Be scrupulously honest with
yourself. Accept the reality of existence. You can control it. That’s how to
stop overeating, quit smoking, and avoid becoming an alcoholic. It’s the
solution to any addiction. If I can do it, anyone can. Keith Martin could have
done it. He should have done it. It was solely his responsibility to do it.
The morbidly obese should be the first ones to call
themselves: “fatty.”