To add to your apt analogy, the fatties' journey doesn't end quite there. One the car breaks down, they panic. Now how will they complete the journey that they DESERVE to finish? So they start calling everyone they know, to ask for a few bucks to get a tow truck. Family and friends rally to support them, and they get enough cash Paypal'd to them to get the car fixed with enough left over to camp in a roadside motel while they wait. But they blow most of the gifted money immediately on carryout and frivolities (because this has been an ordeal, and they DESERVE a treat). They run out of money for the motel while the mechanic is still trying to get parts in. Their pleas for aid worked great the first time. They reach out to the suckers who covered their asses the first time, to say that they need help again. Life is so much more expensive when you're fat! It's clearly a systemic problem that preys upon them unequally. Their friends and family donate again. The fatties get their car back, and set out again, having ignored everything the mechanic told them about proper maintenance of their vehicle. What do mechanics know, anyway?? Not much later, the car breaks down again.  Cue a repeating cycle of the fatties limping to yet another run-down, dirty old motel, begging for a bail-out, making it another few exits before breaking down again. Spending far more than the shitizens, of other people's money, to spend longer on the road, yet see less of the country, ultimately, finally, running out of resources and dying in squalor and deprivation.