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So Sheldon Adelson wants to save our children.

Does he?


For the first time in recorded history, mankind is facing a situation where more people are dying of obesity related illnesses than those suffering from malnutrition. Worldwide obesity rates have more than doubled since 1980. In 2014, more than 1.9 billion adults were overweight, and a third of these were clinically obese. More alarmingly, 42 million children under the age of 5 were overweight, or obese, in 2013.

Where are all of these overweight, and obese, people?

According to data collected in 2014, 32.8% of them live in America; 31.7% were male, 33.9% were female, and 25.8% were children. That’s a 13% increase since 2010, and $147 billion is being spent annually on efforts to treat obesity related problems.

And yet, Adelson’s Coalition to Stop Internet Gambling is spending big bucks to educate American children on the dangers of something they wouldn’t even have access to:

Does Everything in America Have Sugar In It?

My wife is American. I hope to live there one day. There are a lot of great things about America. There are also a lot of things that leave a nasty taste in my mouth. During a recent visit to California, I stood in the supermarket aisles aghast at the selection of sugar laden food. It was everywhere. I had never seen so many different types of sugar-filled loaves of bread. How is it humanly possible to get so many different sugar coated pretzels?

There are a lot of slim people in California, but during my stay I seemed to be attracted to the obese. That’s the Law of Attraction for you; they were on my mind, and I saw them everywhere.

I took my son to Magic Mountain. I am a vegan. There was only one place where I could eat. It was a small shack that had a vegetarian selection. It was next to your typical burger/pizza style fast food joint. My line was so short. The one next to me was huge.

As I looked across the line, I saw obese children for the first time in my life. I had seen them on the TV, but never in the flesh – there was a lot of flesh. Toddlers padded out like the Michelin man. It was so sad. They were little miniature versions of their obese parents. They didn’t walk. They waddled. I ran into them all day long. They always had something stuck in their mouth.

I couldn’t help but to ask what someone with a lot of money who cared about protecting children from the problem of dangerous addictions might be able to do if they put their mind to it?

Then I remembered, my question had already been answered:

Tragedy as Catalyst for Change

When doing my research on Magic Mountain, I learned that it had been a hotbed for gang violence. People were getting shot at a venue designed for family entertainment. There are even metal detectors set up at the entrance to check that you don’t have a gun. There are signs reminding you that guns are not permitted.

We also visited Universal Studios. What a fantastic place that was. The advancement in ride technology is something else. There is a ride that takes you on a tour of the studio, and it includes a 3D King Kong adventure. I had to sit next to this young girl. She was slurping on a Big Gulp. Her body was too big for her seat, and a lot of it was covering mine. She must have been younger than 10-years old and I am sure she weighed more than me.

My nephew was excited to go on the Despicable Me ride. We decided to leave it until last. Leave with the best possible send off. Imagine our annoyance when we got there and the ride was temporarily closed. I was furious.

“Perhaps, it was a terrorist attack?” Suggested my son.

“Don’t be so melodramatic.” I said. “It’s probably a malfunction with the ride.”

I later learned that a young man had decided to visit his girlfriend that day. She worked on the Despicable Me ride. The girlfriend had recently taken out an injunction against him. When he showed up, she called security. They arrived. He pulled out a gun and blew his brains out. My son, and my nephew, was a few hours away from witnessing something that would have scarred them for life.

One thing that I have learned since I joined Raising For Effective Giving (REG), as a donor, is to use rationality when helping save the lives of those less fortunate. My Grandparents recently died of heart disease related issues. My heart wants me to donate 3% of my gross earnings to charities that fight against heart disease. But is that right?

REG has taught me to look at this differently. What is my ultimate goal? Is it to prevent heart disease? When I think a little deeper, this doesn’t cut it for me. I don’t want to prevent heart disease. I want to save people from dying period. If this is my true goal, then I need to find the charities that are going to save the most lives for every dollar I hand to them. On this occasion I cannot allow my heart to rule my head.

Does Sheldon Adelson Really Want to Save our Children?

According to his brainchild – the Coalition to Stop Internet Gambling (CSIG) – one of the biggest reasons they are fighting against online gambling is the affect it will have on our children. Actually, let’s boil that down a little. He is interested in saving the lives of American children, because his fight against online gambling is being played out purely on American cyber soil.

He is one of the richest men on the planet. Imagine how many children’s lives his billions of dollars could save. Imagine the lives he could save by creating a Coalition to Prevent Child Obesity. If he was a member of the X-Men, his power would be the ability to persuade government officials to do as he commands. Couple that with his financial power. He could save more children’s lives that 15 Bob Geldof’s.

Because the CSIG isn’t about money, or politics, or his land-based casino interests. Right? Right!?

I only ask since #igamingkillsjobs — but child obesity kills…children.

So, does Adelson really want to save the children?

Does he?


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Lee Davy

Life can be viewed as the sum of the parts or the parts themselves. I believe in the holistic view of life, or the sum. When dealing with individual parts you develop whack-a-mole syndrome; each time you clobber one problem with your hammer another one just pops up.