How to survive an attack (hint, dont be fat) I found out on Monday that a ‘not super close, but more than acquaintance’ family friend was injured in Vegas. He was my elementary school gym teacher, I went to school with his kids, etc. This guy is a bodybuilding type who even in his late 40s/early 50s is smokin’ ripped and in excellent shape. He used to drill into us in gym class, even as 1st graders, that exercise kept you healthy, strong, and fit.  He was shot three times in the chest, managed to make it out partially under his own power, and is expected to make a full recovery.  Let’s compare this story to Heifer Heyer. A car drove near her, and the physical exertion of trying to dodge it induced a fatal heart attack.  Fats claim to love their bodies; that they can be fit while fat; that they can do anything a thin person could do; and that they have rich, meaningful lives with interests, hobbies, relationships, etc. But.... when it comes down to it, they can’t be assed to put down the fork to make their bodies strong enough that they could take care of themselves in an emergency. Doesn’t that fly in the face of all the HAES, ‘my life has value and meaning despite being fat’ BS? Shitlord got shot. Three times. In the motherfucking chest. He’s gonna be fine, and probably go back to cultivating the next generation of shitlords.  Heifer Heyer, basically the obese equivalent of a fainting goat, got startled into a fatal heart attack by a moving car.  ‘Nuff said.