Fat moms at the park [pointless, disjointed rant] TW: RANDOM CAPS I took my kids to the park today. Next to me, there were three sows in sweatpants testing the structural integrity of the bench. Together, they must have weighed nearly 1000lbs. They all had their hooves in a bag of chips, and not only were they were drinking fountain sodas from McDick's, they also had Starbeetus (with whipped cream, of course. Tee hee!) Besides the shmorgashboard, they didn't do anything particularly noteworthy, but just seeing them filled me with sadness and anger. There they were, three young women in their 20's, free in America, with millions of opportunities surrounding them. And they trade it all for sugar snacks and enlarged hearts. Do not mistake my sadness for sympathy. It's sad to see what the fatties have done to themselves, and who their kids will look up to. To know that they have completely resigned any hope of regaining their humanity. Fucking pull it together! Get your fucking paw out of the bag of chips. Jesus christ, find something else to do in the short hours between meals BESIDES EATING. This is where the anger and hate sets in. I must confess, I am an ex-fat. This magnifies the hate inside me. I know what its like to eat your feelings. I know what it's like to deform your body. I've fucking been there. All 190 lbs of me. But I also know what it's like to identify a problem and fix it. I know what it's like to be conscious of your actions. I know what it's like to push yourself to run when you think you'll puke and die, and I know what it's like to wake up to a new body after self-control and dedication. In this way, my hatred for fats is stronger than it could have ever been if I had never experienced porkdom. But these worthless buckets of lard, they'll never do that. They'll just sit there, stankface eternal, squealing at their dead TV children. (You know the kind of kids I'm talking about - raised on TV, can't form complete sentences, can only scream and yell and break things - they are already dead.) Worthless sacks of shit creating more worthless sacks of shit, wondering why they look they way they do. There people are a DRAIN ON THE PLANET AND ITS INHABITANTS. If I may be existential for a moment - humans are all in this together. There's some fucked up, unimaginable shit happening on this planet and its all going to come to a head eventually. We will either succeed, or fail, as a species. When I look around at the people of Earth, they are ABOMINATIONS. We all have the ability and the resources to better ourselves, live in a veritable utopia, yet 90+% of people just give up and ride the beetus train. How easy is it to count calories? A three year old could do that! How easy is it to take a walk, read a book, study a new hobby, go somewhere new... ANYTHING but eating! We are lucky enough to live on a planet of ENDLESS WONDER AND MYSTERY and the fucking fatasses DO. NOT. CARE. We could discover an ancient civilization lost to history, a trove of technology and culture... fucking Atlantis could rise from the depths of the ocean and all they would want to know is if there's a buffet. They only care about getting their next fix, dumping the crumbs into their mouth and sucking their fingers at the end. It's all they live for! They live to consume. They live to deplete and absorb. They have no desire for knowledge, philosophy, art, or literature. They contribute NOTHING OF VALUE to the world around them, except motivation for me to NEVER be like them. I can't take it anymore you guys. I can't even shop at the supermarket without screaming internally. EVERYBODY in America is obese. Even the "normal" people are fat! What the FUCK is happening??? Do people not have mirrors? Do they feel no shame? Do they not have aspirations of looking beautiful, being athletic and enjoying their Earthly vehicle to its fullest? No, the most important thing in the world to them is EATING. Anyways I took all 130 lbs of myself and did some pull ups on the monkeybars right in front of them. I hope they feel fucking disgusted with themselves.