My hatred of Fatties was Intensified through travel today Short flight today and my hatred for their special snowflake/help me/my conditions bollox was brought into focus....and my respect for genuinely hindered humans was raised! Whilst boarding, I noticed the guy in front of me, middle aged, walking stick and obviously a serious Hip/Legs problem - not an injury, it looked more like a lifetime issue he has been afflicted with.  He has a small line of sweat on his shirt and it is very very clear he is having to work very very hard to carry his bag and wait in line. There is a call for those needing "special assistance to board" to come forward before general boarding - 2 old people and 4 fats in wheelchairs are brought to the front, the fats are less than 40 years old (I think). Totally self inflicted damage. But he waits in line. The guy that represented what that call was really for waits in line. As he moves down towards boarding an airport worker comes along and asks if he needs a wheelchair or some help - the guy is visibly annoyed but composes himself and waves this away with a smile and a clear message of "no mate, I'm fine". He seems to care that the guy who picked out his disability shouldn't feel bad about that....he is a good guy, they both are. He boards, no fuss. He gets to his row, and there is a fat on the aisle seat...he gestures that he needs to get into the window.....Fat huffs and moves it's knees less than 2mm and expects the disabled guy to squeeze past through a non existent space. He smiles and explains he can't - Fat huffs and puffs and has to stand, what a fucking effort, we are all proud of you for standing you sack of wheezing shit.....guy takes his seat. I don't see our hero again till the taxi rank - once again he is offered a chance to skip to the front of the line, he refuses, still sweating and working to be unrecognised for his genuine disability. Finally, here it comes, a new fatty, fresh off a cargo plane surely - big as hell, dressed like a bedouin camp in a storm and sporting a hair colour that screamed fuck everyone. She moves, thump thump thump to the front of the line, directly in front of the hero of the story and demands a "larger" vehicle. He smiles and waves her through, she completely ignores him rolls into the meat van and barks for her bags to be packed for her. By this moment the shitlord in everyone was rising, the line had an angry energy all pissed at this thundercunt....it was palpable. Within minutes we are all on our way to our lives...my hatred had swollen which is to be expected as life continues to throw new opportunities for fat hatred in my path....however, the good news is that the fathate fence sitters finally got some splinters in their arse and came to the dark side....our ranks are swelling.