Obesity! Human Pot Pies

You see these people at the grocery. *whispers* the obeseesssse */whispers quote unquote "people" right. You see them in motion which is an amazing spectacle all its own. Such a massive project in movement is always quite the sight. They cannot walk, they are upright and moving but not walking, they are lumbering if anything. Their stretch cloth moomoo-esk clothing, sweat pants, or a dresses tailored for a manatee or a partially shaven grizzly bear with downsyndrome stretch on their bodies wishing to soon be set free by radiation away from this fat fucking nucleus. Who knows under the friction that builds between flab continents enough heat for nuclear fission may be possible. They lumber on feet smashed square like elephant hooves, they are blasted with weight, they are carrying the weight of a world literally on their flattened arches. The weight of the planet that is this person for which they are forced to transport through the space vaccum that is the frozen food isle of Smiths Marketplace. They are an embodiment of the limits of physics.

These human impersonators more sack of mayo than man are just 1 step away from graduating to a jazzy scooter designed by nasa to transport 2+ tons of melted twinkies, buffalo wings, french toast and pizza. They are another step away from washing themselves with baby wipes taped to a stick. Their ascent is complete to this enormous life form that is 3/4s lipid lasagna that audaciously I am expected to consider human.. you may ask how can you hate these people? are they not just sad victims ... Were they not raised on dominos delivery, and trained like dogs with happy meals for not shitting on the rug...or outside on the side of the kilby house by the ladder(wtf you fucking asshole why?) How can they be hated? Well, how can a heroin addict be hated? how can a chronic masturbator be hated? How can one who ritualistically farts in elevators be hated? Here is a better question for you. What runs through these peoples bloated heads when they are sitting on the john flowing over the edge of the seat dropping an epic family of cosbys off at the pool. Ill tell you what they are thinking "GOD! I should of brought that submarine hoagie in here with me, Fuck look at me Im wasting away here dropping off my last reason for living at the porcelain express.

I mean come on Millions die from lack of cabbage or yams to eat, yet these obese wastes of space commit suicide with plastic wrapped pastries. These people are completely oblivious to the science that is their body, the science that is nourishment. They seem to be only conscious of their mutated gluttonous appetite. They have a holy faith to food that turns its back on the truth of calories and physical activity. They have given up completely on 1/2 of natures gift of purpose for life. Sexuality is robbed of its purpose. Isnt part of the essence of the sexual gaze of others based on assessing the vitality, the effort, the accomplishments as well as the natural form all of which is of course robbed and "eatin" away to nothing. In this state of obesity-stasis they are a physical embodiment of gluttony, selfishness, disregard, indifference, and morbid weakness. They are a bitch slapped slave to value meals and salivating insatiable taste buds. We are all fucked in one way or another by the human condition. Expectations of build, personality, intelligence etc that are completely unattainable but fuck man life is not enduring it is over coming if it is anything at all. Its ok to judge and end up hating weakness and epic failures.

HARSH! a more sensitive soul may ask Why cant you just pity them?, Obviously I do pity them.. thats where it starts but thats problem in pitying them I enter their stay puff marshmellow being. I empathize with them and after investigation of the possible scenarios that is their body and mind fucked by Dairy Queen I find no excuses plausible for their unbelievable contemptible cream filled creation. My sexual senses, my nostrils, my eyes, my idea of human dignity, my optimism for humanity and understanding of inequality are afflicted and accosted by this planet Wingers calling himself Michael. My affirmation of life is challenged, hell is other people and the daemons of the darkest devil is an obese 2 ton ameba who I am forced to acknowledge and endure. Whose gaze I am to consider in my attempt in being for others. Yes, Sartre hated fat people too... he hated everyone. Im with Sartre at least on judgement of the human pot pies and self indifferent failures..I apologize for being overly candid and brutally over liposuctioning with extreme prejudice. A request of all my future or current type 2 diabetes patient friends Lose some weight or at the very least until a cloaking device can be invented wear a moomoo with a screen print on it of a real human being who wont make me loathe humanity at first sight.