What has come to be affectionately known as Obamacare is accompanied by some costs. The most amusing of these is the 10% tax on indoor tanning.
I guess the tax won't apply to sun worshipers at the beach because, well, for one thing, sunshine is au natural. We all know natural is where it's at and fake isn't. Besides, Old Sol is a less unkind method of bronzing skin than firing up a UV lined tube and crawling inside. But what if they applied the tax to outdoor tanning? The price for a day at Tin Can Beach would rise from fifteen bucks to sixteen fifty. But wait. That's a bargain, because like the old days at Warner Drive In Theater, that's the cost for a carload.
The tanning tax is a symbol and a precursor. While the skirmish with the health nannies has simmered for a decade or better, the pressure to smother lifestyles deemed unhealthy will ratchet ever upward. The arguments will be the same, but under tax supported health care they will enjoy greater palatability (is that *even* a real word?).
We've heard for years (for example) that murdercycle riders should be forced to wear helmets because, By Gum, the taxpayers have to scrub their brains off the freeways when they split traffic a little too carelessly. Worse, taxpayers have to maintain them in a sort of suspended animation when accidents turn bikers into veggies. These arguments aren't even true but we've heard them often enough to give them some degree of credence.
But I digress and most of you are perfectly capable of connecting the dots.
Said this before:
For the longest time The House Blond wondered why Sheryl had her .45 on, so she could rock on. At the beach. Why'd she bring her gun to the beach, Daddy?
That's Banana Boat, not Sam Colt, Honey.
Go soak up the sun. Tell everyone to lighten up.
As Always,
TWC