I've yet to meet a manipulative and diabolical character who wasn't obese Hey shits. Prospective cringeanarchy refugee here. I've come to a strange realization that I suppose must seem very plain to yall, but because of my very, very soft upbringing in terms of dealing with other humans(nothing is unforgivable, we all make mistakes, jesus was the only perfect fag, all perversions of the christian message) I was always taught that fat people were just struggling with health, like people who curse or aren't very friendly to strangers. Needless to say, this is blatantly untrue. Anyone with half a brain knows that fat fucks have a multitude of problems with self-esteem, sexuality, willpower, practicality, mental agility, and, most horribly, a desire to improve. It seems this acceptance of mediocrity, or sometimes even failure, spreads like a cancer. But you know that. Anyway, coming from this point of view as a kid, that being fat didn't have to be a big part of your character, I didn't understand why it seemed the most diabolical and egotistical(morally speaking, that even the slightest self-sacrifice shouldn't be traded for another's great benefit) characters in my life were overweight. The best example of this was a landwhale I had met when I was 16 in a terrible, terrible mental "hospital". This was a very tricky time for me, because my 25 year old brother, who had been easily my closest friend and partner in computer science, a favorite pastime of mine, began drinking and being very abusive towards me. I had never assaulted him, but three times that year I had said something he didn't like and he assaulted me. Me and my middle brother begged the parents to take him out of the house, but my father would always grin and say it wasn't "up to me". He's a soft fatass. One ride home from school my mom blathered on about how I need to forgive my stupid violent brother for something that happened a whole few days ago. I told her to shut up, that I was tired of her bullshit, and called her a bitch. At this point, my life was becoming very unpleasent, and I was certainly contemplating death. She said dad would take away my computer, and I probably said something dumb like I don't care. All I looked forward to then was playing valve games and 3d modeling, and this was, for me, the final straw. When my dad came to take the power supply cable, I tried to hold on to it, and shoved him away when he tried to pry open my hands. Although the three big incidents of my brother assaulting me didn't seem to upset my father, this shove was crossing the line. He called the police, and they hauled me off to a mental "hospital". The hospital sucked for a lot of reasons, lacking distinction from a prison(nude examinations, no shoes, only scrubs, hard plastic beds, unhealthy meals, no sunlight). Please, please don't send your children here. If they want to die, just give them that, if you really can't be bothered to try to give them a decent life. My roomate was a drug dealer and caught a day before he planned to shoot up his school. I was followed by an athletic adult male because I was apparently a violent threat. Worst of all, there was a hambeast trying to ruin everyone's lives. The main "counseler" was ~350 pounds. She told me that anyone could report a domestic abuse crime, and that if she wished she could put me behind bars for a couple of decades. I didn't have the internet, obviously, and I was also scared out of my mind, and didn't understand the absurdity of that statement. In the group and private sessions, she said that I was a violent monster. When she asked how I could ever commit such a crime, I told her about my brother and my dad's refusal to kick him out. She laughed and would reply that "brothers scuffle" and I would not be leaving this a freeman.  This monster, this perversion of the human form had no control over herself or her life(single, hambeast, dead-end job, had to be in forties although fat can add the appearance of age) and led me to the hypothesis that she chose instead to control others. A raped girl was lucky to learn a lesson about men early on(did I mention she was/is single and in her forties?). Teens with actual, diagnosed psychosis were making it up, for some reason. Fat kids were lazy(glad we agree on something, landwhale). She, as an egotist, would not expend the slightest to help another, and thus, as bringing helpless kids down is easier than literally not eating buckets of lard, the choice was already made. Anyway, I say that because as an outsider browsing this sub, the hatred of fat people might seem out of place or possibly even satirical. What a beautiful lie, yeah? Anything to preserve our sacred mediocrity. Fuck my father, he's a controlling louse. Fuck that "counselor" she's an egotistical maggot.  And what do they have in common? Gravitational force. Not a coincidence that morally abhorrent people tend to be overweight, almost certainly a cultural lie to help destroy the improving man and create the ultimate consumer(literally).