Now That's a Bunch of Lard

My love of Cuban Bread can survive knowledge of it's ingredients, but why can't food products have a spoiler alert?

We could call the anti-spoiler law the IZ Alert. The IZ Alert law would acknowledge the inherent limitations of potentially useful data. It would recognize that people frequently disregard what others are convinced would be best for them. It would be a rejection of the Nanny State and its rectal-thermometer-like minions. It would implicitly recognize that there are worse things than failing to maximize this life.

Most prominently is leading this life -- despite a normal BMI weight range, a low carbon footprint, aggressive recycling, no fur clothing and no offensive language -- in such a way that guarantees eternity at the side of the Enemy. It would reinforce the C.S. Lewis thought that 'we were made for another world:'

If I find in myself a desire which no experience in this world can satisfy, the most probable explanation is that I was made for another world. If none of my earthly pleasures satisfy it, that does not prove that the universe is a fraud. Probably earthly pleasures were never meant to satisfy it, but only to arouse it, to suggest the real thing.