Fats at the pool. Fat neglectful parents. Fats need to die. Today was a blissfully sheltered day: I only left the house to run with my friends and to take my little shitpeople to swim lessons.  Unfortunately, on the second outing, I was going to have to sit in the sun while the kiddos learned proper breathing and swimming. So I donned my athletic bikini and sat in the shallow end of the pool, out of the way of the kids. One of the other parents, a deathfat, kept shooting me dirty looks. Finally I saw her talk to the lifeguard. He looked over at me (in the corner, showing my youngest how to blow bubbles) and shrugged. He did not approach me, but if looks could kill, Deathfat would be on death row.  Second fat story: On Facebook, a police department posted a picture of a 6 year old who wandered into the station alone. Y'all are going to be shocked as hell: his mother? Deathfat.  I hate deathfats.