Originally published in the Washington Examiner by Will Coggin on December 19, 2018:
Despite our political divisions, here’s a sentiment most Americans can agree on: “You can take my bacon from my cold, dead hands.”
Our love affair with the succulent strips has seen everything from bacon lip-gloss to bacon-flavored vodka. We’ve long enjoyed the stuff — pork belly futures were first traded on the Chicago Exchange in 1961.
Unfortunately, the self-anointed “food police,” who think Santa should be having water and salad instead of milk and cookies — think bacon is at the center of a public health crisis. They have a solution: Tax it.
