Salt is terrible for our health, and too many deaths are premature in part due to salt. Except, as the above article cites, maybe it isn't that bad.
But there's a bigger issue here than whether we're over-salted or how bad that might be. I don't know. The issue is that Bloomberg doesn't know either, but he's arrogantly willing to lead us down the path to some bad parody of Demolition Man. (I wonder if Bloomberg knows how to use the three seashells?)
I'm more inclined to side with Dennis Leary's Demolition Man character Edgar Friendly:
You see, according to Cocteau's plan I'm the enemy, 'cause I like to think; I like to read. I'm into freedom of speech and freedom of choice. I'm the kind of guy likes to sit in a greasy spoon and wonder - "Gee, should I have the T-bone steak or the jumbo rack of barbecued ribs with the side order of gravy fries?" I WANT high cholesterol. I wanna eat bacon and butter and BUCKETS of cheese, okay? I want to smoke a Cuban cigar the size of Cincinnati in the non-smoking section. I want to run through the streets naked with green Jell-o all over my body reading Playboy magazine. Why? Because I suddenly might feel the need to, okay, pal? I've SEEN the future. Do you know what it is? It's a 47-year-old virgin sitting around in his beige pajamas, drinking a banana-broccoli shake, singing "I'm an Oscar Meyer Wiener".
Would somebody please buy the Mayor a banana-broccoli shake?