Damn. You. All. I hate you all. I was blissfully ignorant of FPH until somebody showed it to me on the site formerly known as promoting free speech. I used to only care about obese people when they directly and personally affected my daily life. Otherwise I was just happy to not be one. Now, I see them everywhere. And I do all sorts of calculations in my head. How much obesity costs us all in so many ways, from medical costs to extra fuel. And I think what if, what if there was some horrible nationwide "event" (here in 'Murica) where we needed everybody to pitch-in, mobilize, repel Chinese invaders, patch-up after a major earthquake, whatever, and 30-40% of us not only couldn't do squat to help out because of not being able to climb a set of stairs much less assist anyone else in an emergency, but would be an extra burden to the people that are able to become emergency responders (officially or good samaritan-esquely). Whatever the strongest words for "not-cool" are, insert them here. So, while I don't particularly care for the personal attacks, name-calling, etc..., for any obese people lurking here, know this: It's not okay. The overwhelming evidence is that being obese is killing you. The overwhelming statistics say that the obesity problem in 'Murica (and worldwide) is costing everybody economically. An obese person would be useless (if not less so) in any kind of local/nationwide emergency. And besides a very small group of people with a weird fetish, being obese is not the least bit attractive to whatever gender you would like to attract. There is no truth to the myth of a "healthy-fat". Believing that things are okay is, um, not okay. The fortunate thing is almost any one of you can say "this stops now" and help yourself. You parents out there can have a tremendous impact on your children and help them their entire life by introducing them to healthy habits. Walking. Biking. The outdoors.  And for you shitlords. Thanks. Thanks for making me no longer be blissfully ignorant and now having these thoughts of anger. Thanks for making me skip that delicious cookie after dinner tonight so I would never, ever, be even close to having a starring role in a picture here. I hate you. Long live FPH in its new home.