Mark Steyn makes me laugh

But then, he doesn't quite make me cry, but close:

In my latest apocalyptic blockbuster, I mention en passant that a signature image of Fifties sci-fi movies and comic books was the enlarged brain, the light-bulb cranium with which a more evolved humanity would soon be wandering around. Evolvo Lad had one in his tussles with Superboy. So did Superman's sidekick in a futuristic fantasy called "The Super-Brain of Jimmy Olsen." So did Lois Lane, although she wasn't happy about it. "The evolution ray that made me super-intelligent turned me into a freak!" she sobbed, clutching her unsightly Edisonian incandescent of a head.
Don't worry about it, Lois. In a bleak comment on the limits of predictive fiction, our brains didn't get bigger. But our butts did. If DC Comics had gone with "The Super-A** of Jimmy Olsen," they'd have been up there with Nostradamus. To a visitor from 1950, the physical transformation of the citizenry would be the most significant fact about America in 2011, and one far more startling than the Xbox. He would look at the childlike clothing and wonder what it said about the overall cultural sensibility: Was this a society dedicated to eternal adolescence? What about the size of people? Was this a country growing ever sicker and feebler? And was that why so many of the jobs had to be done by foreigners?
Not much of this comes up in Republican primary debates, but it seems to me more telling about where the nation's heading than any CBO statistics about debt-to-GDP ratios. If Obamacare survives the next presidential term, it will never be repealed. I object to the president's governmentalization of one-sixth of the economy on liberty grounds: The introduction of government health care changes the relationship of citizen and state to something closer to that of junkie and pusher. I was thinking of Britain, Canada, and Europe, but I didn't know the half of it: The scale of disaster here will be of an entirely different order. Three-quarters of American men between 45 and 64 are supposedly overweight. Nudge the diabetes statistics a decade or two down the road, and you're looking at budget-busting health expenditures beyond the wildest nightmares of Sweden and Quebec.