Fats in the Marine Corps (and why I hate them so much) As some of you know, I became disabled in the Marine Corps. They literally add insult to injury there, claiming “No Marine is ever injured, all Marines are faking it” and other such statements. It really makes you feel like less of a person and getting processed out of the military was, hands down, the darkest time in my life. When I was in, there was an unofficial command to process out Marines using different separation characterizations. I won’t go into it too much, but basically commanding officers were told to administratively separate a Marine with less than an honorable discharge, meaning that Marine is not guaranteed medical care or their GI Bill (money for university). This is completely illegal and was thankfully exposed after I got out, but at the time I was in I had to fight this.  I was working a second job at the time and I was alone. I hated my life. I contemplated suicide. I would drink vodka before work to fake a smile and would emotionally break down at least once a week. My life and career were over, that’s how I saw it, but I fought against the nonsense so I could ensure my rights would be given to me. Someone fighting with the commanding officer tends to get noticed, and the fatties came to me asking for advice. They told me their “medical problems” and asked how they, too, could try to get a “fair” shake at being discharged. Thankfully, this being the Marine Corps, I could be a shitlord openly and I said, “For starters, stop being so fucking fat. That makes you look like a lazy sack of shit that’s just trying to get out because he’s a lazy sack of shit.” Just because you have medical problems is no excuse to be a bloated whale with screaming buttons on your uniform. I was pretty sure they didn’t have medical problems at all. Some of the stuff they said made no sense, but I tried to set that aside because I know I wanted people to take me seriously so I tried to take them seriously. The problem is that being obese pretty much sealed the deal about it being malingering. Their laziness is what had Marines like me ostracized for actual medical problems. Then I saw other Marines and civilians who weren’t medically struggling like myself, but were overeating. Here I was, trying to take care of my body the best I could, and then some folks with totally okay bodies were eating themselves into medical problems of their own. That’s what added to the depression, that these people didn’t even appreciate their bodies but they still got to have them without disability (at least at that time).  I was reminded of this from reading about another shitlord’s encounter, and just wanted to share how deeply I hate obeasts and the HAES/fat acceptance movements. It might sound more depressing than enraging, but my rage meter was so high…that’s why I relished being able to call them out as lazy, fat fucks.