Fat people are not people I
Hello everyone. I go by Aristodemus, although that is not my real name, and I have been asked by BitterHappiness and Fat Slayer to post on this blog whenever I could muster the time to. This post, if you read the title, is about why I do not treat the overweight as humans, or even consider themselves my equal. It may seem obscene, bigoted, or illogical at first, but continue reading.
Technically, mankind is all genetically united and one species. Black or white, tall or short, thick or thin – we are all Homo Sapiens. Based on this alone, many would argue that a human, no matter who they are, should be treated fairly and justly. And I would agree, but I do not believe fairness is equal for all humans. I believe that is someone chooses to, say, rape and murder dozens of children, it would be fair to reciprocate with the most strict punishment imaginable. It is righteous, or justified, to treat them like filth. Because that’s what they are and their actions have proven this.
But where do those people with just a bit too much adipose tissue come into this? I don’t accuse them of murdering and ravaging children, but I do believe that their actions, which are displayed through their gluttonous appearance, justify treating them like animals. But what exactly does that mean? It means that whether or not treatment is inhumane is now irrelevant. Violence, torture, public shaming – all of this is justified.
You may still think this is a bit silly, it took me weeks of deep thought to come to this conclusion and I now feel that I have been truly enlightened. I do not need to explain the process of excessive weight gain. If you break down to your primal urges and devour garbage incessantly, you will become fat. How can one expect to be treated as an equal human being as he constantly proves to be a sub-par human, because he has a lack of discipline and ambition, a clear willingness to lie to himself, a lack of dedication and drive, no self respect, and is full of selfishness and greed? This is not how a human acts.
A human is kind, intelligent, sets goals and achieves them. A human does often make mistakes, but he learns from them. A human loves to make mistakes because he becomes wiser, he knows a little bit more on how not to do something. A real human endures in hard times and comes out stronger than ever, wipes the blood from his brow, and charges at the opposition. A human shoulders and conquers pain, he does not give in to his urges, he does not shove trash down his throat.
Fat people do none of this. They cannot even take care of themselves. I have spoken to many people from all over the world. The most successful men, the men that display all of the positive characteristics that I listed above, the men that take life by the horns and wrestle it to the ground… these are the men that say “She must be fit,” or “she must look good” when I ask them about women. That’s right. Although personality is certainly important and character does count, your body is a billboard that displays your character. And if you are overweight, you are deficient in character.
When I look for the truth I look to children. Children’s souls have been untainted by the lies and distortions of modern madness. Children, for example, are naturally aware of sex roles and the way the world works, they just lack experience to piece it all together. The men that know how to keep their inner child and mix it with strength, masculinity, and experience get the women. When a man is a child, he is at ease with the sexes, he will run around and play with a female, he will play with his trucks and other toys and face danger and excitement. These actions, when combined with the experience of age, are what successful men display.
Now what does this have to do with anything?
Children are the WORST (I should say, best) when it comes to “Fat shaming”
Children will openly call their teacher a fatty, right to her face. I’ve seen it happen, in my classes as a child. I went to three different elementary schools because my parents moved a lot. They would talk about the teacher behind her back, laughing at her. Mrs Hatmaker, my 2nd grade teacher, was well-known as Mrs Fatmaker. I don’t even remember the principle’s name, everyone called him Mr Chubby. The one obese child in the class had no friends. He would be attacked, ruthlessly, at the playground. He would cry all of the time. And this was righteous.
By puberty it seems humans hit the first moral bump in the road. They can face it like a true human, head on, balls-to-the-wall, and clear it with ease. Or they can hit it and veer off course, crashing into a ditch, losing the gift they were born with. They will lose their human essence.