I’m definitely not a Credentialed, Certified or Card-Carrying Trekkie.   I’ve never been to any conventions or even a Comic-Con.   I have no ST books, uniforms or other memorabilia.   I can’t even do the Vulcan Paralyzer Neck-Pinch Grip or the Vulcan finger-splitting “live long and prosper” hand signal.   I honestly don’t give much of a flying fuck at a rolling donut (major fat reference--HA,HA!) about any of it.    If I’ve unintentionally intruded into anybody’s area o  1000  f religious devotion, expertise or life’s work, please forgive me.   I merely used a reference to the “transporter beam” (which even despite my amateur status, I remember being used in all the many and different iterations of the old Star Trek TV episodes and movies) as a literary device to describe the fact that I’d like to transport those pig “models” to someplace where the locals would process them like so many hams being prepared for the retail meat market. Anybody who finds my having done that to be an intolerable sacrilege should go join an online Star Trek Forum and give voice to their horror there.   I’m sure there must be some appropriate environments for such finely-honed and delicate feelings. Now that that’s settled--back to the real world, back to our regularly scheduled programming and BACK ON FUCKING SUBJECT.....     FUCK the Ashley Cooper company, FUCK their disgusting so-called fat “fashions”, FUCK their support/glorification of medically dangerous obesity, FUCK their corporate money-grubbing and FUCK their whorish corporate pandering to the fats.