An operational approach to hams and a manifesto of fat hatred. Some years ago I discovered that treating people like mechanical black boxes instead of humans was, like, terrifyingly effective. I don't do it because it horrifies me ethically, but it works. I am not a psych student of any kind, but Skinner had some points that, if not ethically or scientifically justified, are effective. Ignore all the higgeldy-piggeldy of interior thought, basically, and watch how people react. You can replace most people with a simple shell script. You can program their behaviour or predict it easily if you want to spend the time and effort. Everyone, everyone, is being programmed all the time. Some people are aware of it. Many of us participate in FPH because we are self-programming away from a society that accepts fatties. Most people demonstrate they aren't just programmable machines. They produce art, change their minds and habits, build new habits and create things. I do my best to think of each person I meet as a brilliant speck of cosmic genius that just happens to be running a whole lot of automated processes because it's more efficient that way. Even dull and stupid people have value and ought to be treated like people. But there is one group I don't make an effort to think of as human. I don't, on an everyday basis, consider hams people. I consider them animals that have learned to parrot human speech in a limited and shallow way. They do not grasp the meaning of words like "health," only that certain words are used in certain ways. "Healthy" and "fit" and "thin" and "normal" are words used on people who are selected as mates. The animals, in a horrifying post-apocalyptic Fallout 4 fanfic scenario, wish to mate with humans, and so fight desperately to have those words applied to them. They call themselves "cute" and "curvy" and "sassy" and "hot," not because they understand what these words mean, but because they see humans who are pursued for mating called these things. They argue and throw food and scream because they have learned that these actions get humans engaged with them, and as long as they're engaged there's a chance to mate. This is why using new terms won't stop them. This is why fleeing to voat won't stop them. They aren't pursuing a goal, they are participating in a process. That process is a mindless, critically flawed attempt to be considered adequate mates for humans by claiming status. They are mindless automatons who are trying to have sex with us, however far down the sublimation goes. They will never leave us alone because they are not looking for a "safe space." They are not looking for "fat acceptance." They are mechanically seeking a universal environment where they are identified as mates for humans. That means they have to engage with shitlords wherever they can. They must steal every word used to uniquely identify high-quality mates. That means they have to seek out places where they are identified as unacceptable for mating and attempt to destroy them. This is why we will never be free of their interference in our spaces. This is why they have followed us already. This is why we need to actively resist them. And this is how. First, fatties are not human. You have to repeat this to yourself over and over even if you hold (as I do) that morally they are of infinite value as human beings. Treating them as you would treat a functioning human is, morally, a disservice. You must first program yourself. Take that knowledge that each human is a precious and unique thing in the universe, and put it in a box, because acting with natural compassion is, in this case, acting on feels not reals and using your feefees. You must not treat them as humans. Fatties are automatons. If you like, you can think of them as mobile prisons for the screaming human soul trapped inside, chained by the demon pig that has the controls in a sort of instanced Azkaban. It doesn't matter as long as you stop treating them like you would a human. Program yourself to stop treating them as humans because fatties are using that social programming to try to mate with you. Second, you must choose a program; you will exhaust yourself dealing with each fatty on an individual basis. You cannot stop them; they are effectively infinite. Converting a fatty into a human is possible, but you cannot take responsibility for the aggregate. You must choose your tactics, your program, by the metric of efficiency. What will drive away as many fatties as possible from trying to mate with you? Perhaps you can take one, or even two or three fatties, and try to turn them human, but what about the hundreds of others? Do not use coded words like "I prefer a mate that can share activities." They will identify the codes as being applied to preferred mates and steal, lie, or cheat their way into these new terms. You must be truthful, you must be brutal, you must be offensive. You must be willing to cross the social lines of acceptable behaviour that the fatties use to invade words and places. "But I just want-" they will say, "you're being mean," they will say. Ignore them. They are parroting human words they have seen used to silence others. They do not understand "just/only" or "mean," or they would eat just/only and not be mean. Tell them "you are fat and it repulses me." Tell them "your denigration of science is abhorrent to me." Tell them "I will never, ever, ever put my genitals on you." Tell them "I will never love you." Tell them "I do not care what your opinion is." Remember that their tears are not a human emotional response; they are a tactic the animals have seen and use to keep humans engaged with them. Create a program for yourself, a knee-jerk response of minimal effort and maximal effect. Third, you must be prepared to adapt. The fatty pursuit of mating will not "try to get around" so much as it will seek out an easier way of reaching its goal than scaling your disdain. "Well would you date me if I ate salad?" or "That's hate speech!" or "I'm telling your mother!" or an infinite number of possible responses will await you. You must not be mechanistic in your responses. You are not, in general, trying to reprogram fatties. You are trying to eject them from your path. Do not engage in debate with animals making human noises. Do not be drawn into new arguments, new reasons, new promises to behave like a human. They are words the animals have learned that make people stay with them and pay attention. It was calling themselves "curvy," then fat acceptance, then HAES, and nobody knows what it will be next, except that it will be well suited to their single goal; portraying fatties as acceptable human mates. Think about what you are doing and how they are trying to mate with you. Respond intelligently, not to an individual fatty's pleas for attention and your genitals, but to their aggregate tactics. Are the invading your church? Start quoting Prov 23. Are they invading your gaming club? Your party begins to fight giant pigs. Are they invading your dating site? "I am not attracted to fat people." And remember; when they demand you explain yourself, they are not humans seeking an explanation for your behaviour, they are animals using words they have seen that will keep you engaged in conversation. Fourth. This might be the hardest. It might seem optional. It will certainly be initially frustrating. Sometimes, sometimes, shitlording makes the human soul trapped inside a fatty wake up. They want to break free. They see that you are free. They ask you how to lose weight. Do not mistake this question for proof that a fatty is human. The words "how do I lose weight" are, for a fatty, words they have seen humans use to keep people engaged. The fatties do not want to lose weight but to be considered human mates. That means "thin" and that means if they ask how to be thin they are "trying" and it's just their program. But... but the exact same words are used by humans trying to break free. So here is the one mechanical response I recommend 100% of the time. When a fatty asks you to mentor them in weight loss, don't. But tell them, in five minutes, how to count calories, then leave. That's all you need to do. Because two weeks later the human will come back in tears and ask why nobody ever told them this (people did, but the demon pig blocked their ears). The human will thank you. The human will show you their food diary and how the first few days were full of cake, and then suddenly things changed, maybe too fast or maybe just a little. The fatty will proudly show you two weeks of 1200 calories a day and salads because that's what human mates eat. The human will show you their shame because a human is starting to rise above their programming. And that's when you can (but you don't have to) say "fellow human, perhaps the demon pig in your head will eat you, but now I can offer you advice." And those are the ones that we can help. I'm not advocating fat sympathy. I'm not saying shitlords have any responsibility to fatties. We don't have to do this for them. Fuck them. But I think shitlords need to have hope that some, even just one, human can wake up and out of the sea of infinite fatties. If we don't, we're all going to end up clock towering outside a Planet Fatness on Pizza Day, and there's not enough ammo.