Someone got on my case a few weeks ago for what he perceived as unnecessarily dumping on fat people. Well, he’s a cranky sort to begin with and often goes off the handle for reasons known only to himself. However... to be fair to me and... that’s just as important as my being fair to you, I’ve got no beef with fat people... heh heh... that doesn’t sound right. Let me rephrase that, I’m not prejudiced against anyone or anything except for ignorance and gross materialism which both operate together. I’ve also got something against unbridled greed and psychopathic behavior toward the masses. You could probably throw in a few other things like genocide and various criminal behavior but that should go without saying.
When I talk about fat and how we could power whole cities by the energy generated by the friction between the thighs of the pathologically obese, as they make their way back and forth from the icebox, I am talking about cultural disease and what better place to talk about that than right here at “Reflections in a Petri Dish”?
Now... both ignorance and materialism come into play here... as does some amount of unbridled greed and... on a deeper level, the need to insulate one’s emotional being from life’s vulnerabilities which ties into something I believe which is that civilization is humanities reaction to pain and... all of this catering to appetite; this need for insane conveniences and ‘push a button and make it happen’ mindset tends to set my teeth on edge because this cancerous mentality that seeks to consume without end and demand without shame, just so happens to intrude on my ability to move about freely in what should be a beautiful world without being threatened by raging brontosauruses and Tyrannosaurus Rex’s who either want to crush me with their insistence on taking up all of the world’s available space or eat me if I stand around long enough.
I’m not talking about being crushed by being sat on by someone who has to pay for two airline seats or should be wearing a sign that says, “wide load” when they come down the sidewalk or try to get past me on a public conveyance. I am talking about the mindset that causes a person to operate as if they are entitled to their space and mine. This is why I live in the more remote rural areas as a matter of necessity and why I avoid urban areas the way I avoid doctors. Both of them are harmful to my health and ought to have warning stickers.
It’s the stupidity and laziness of it that gets me. It’s the lack of all restraint and the opting for immediate gratification that gives me a certain kind of mental shingles. Let’s look at soft drinks. Let’s look at the Big Gulp phenomena. Let’s look at the supermarket carts that are loaded with this shit. Let’s walk into any supermarket and notice that there are more soft drinks along with junk and processed food than there is real food. Where did all these incredibly obese people come from? They came from the soft drink aisle by way of the doctor’s slips from indulgent parents that fabricated an ‘issue’ that got them out of the physical education thing in school.
Let’s look at aspartame. Aspartame does not help you maintain a certain weight and it does not help you lose weight. It causes you to gain weight. If you add in the various varieties of sugar in the non-diet drinks you are looking at one of the main reasons for Michelin Man Flu. You should take one of those soft drinks that probably now come in a fifty gallon drum and you should read the amount of sugar that is included. You should try to do the math and once you have figured out the weight in terms you can deal with then you should go down to the super market and buy that amount of sugar and pour it all out on your dining room table and look at it. That... and a whole lot more than that went into you and... consider... add up how many soft drinks you drink in two months and you might well find you have consumed that fifty gallon drum or more. Then you might do some addition according to years and...
Now you know why there is a diabetes epidemic and why so many people are in terrible health and near bone dead stupid besides because... this stuff does things to your brain a lot worse than illegal drugs do and... it’s perfectly alright for these corporations to sell it to you and to put junk food vending machines in elementary schools. You know why? It’s going to be so much easier to get you to do what ‘they’ want you to do and you’re not going to be in much shape to resist are you? What this means is that when whatever barbarians take over I’m going to have to watch out even though... even though I and some other number of people are not doing the insane things that you are.
So you get in your car and you drive to the fast food restaurant and you waddle inside and you get however many family packs you need; whether you have a family or not and you eat it. Or you go to the freezer and you take out these frozen monstrosities which have ingredients with names longer than any German word I’ve ever come across and sometimes contains more than 60 of them; I’ve checked so, you can verify if you need to.
Now you add in that TV watching thing and the consumption of the colorfully packaged shit I was just talking about and now what have you got? You’ve got a nation of beached whales asthmatically wheezing into the lightless, alcoholic, American night. Yes... we need to add in alcohol too. We might as well throw in polyester and pleather and Styrofoam too.
Of course... putting this crap in your body is a slow and sometimes not so slow act of suicide but... what about the things you are putting in your head as well? Why are you being fed all of this crap? Maybe it’s because you like crap and maybe it’s because somebody knows it’s going to make you more pliant, less aware and stupider by the day.
You don’t want to hear about it... no... no... tomorrow will be a better day. You’ll wake up looking like Tom Cruise with an enormous Johnson or that chick from the soap opera with the pneumatic tits that look like the nose cones of a rocket when she lies on her back. If the surgeon can’t make it happen then they’re going to have a pill for you by the end of the week. Ah... but you can’t afford the surgeon any more and now you’re going to need two cardboard boxes to sleep in; two big boxes, refrigerator boxes.
Yeah, I’m insensitive, but I’m not half as insensitive as you. Look what you did to my planet. Yeah... take a look.
What this all means is that the really awful things that have been happening over the last couple of decades can be laid at your doorstep because you went to sleep. You thought eternal vigilance was the price of being able to get into Wal-Mart early. You now believe that three buildings came down at free fall into their own footprint and one of them didn’t even get hit by a plane. Meanwhile, worse things happen to less soundly constructed high rises and there’s no repeat of the phenomena; much less 3 in the space of a few hours.
So... what this got you was an ever increasingly slew of repressive laws with more and more people being labeled as terrorists by the terrorists who are running the show; or think they do. This mindless prostitution of your humanity in the service of your appetites doesn’t just affect you. It affects real people as well. Herein is the problem.
Well, I think I’ve said all I have to say about this today and you can think about it for whatever time you think you can spare but I’m not sanguine about your giving it much thought at all because it surely couldn’t be your fault. It has to be somebody else’s.
'Overweight Lover' is track no. 3 of 9 on Visible and The Critical List's 1993 album
'Jews from Outer Space'
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