A question that I have pondered long before making this website is who exactly is more destructive – fatties or their apologetic friends? The Crusade against Fat People has written time and time again on the problems that fatties cause in our society, and why they are sub-par humans for it. We have shamed them excessively, but it still doesn’t seem like obesity rates are improving. Fatties know that stuffing their faces full of candy is going to make you feel like shit but they do it anyway.
But what about their watery-eyed advocates? The scum of the earth that tells these monstrous beasts that it’s perfectly fine to be fat, even when maintaining a relatively acceptable level of health on their own. What could motivate someone to passionately and irrationally denounce anyone trying to make the world a better place by discussing a final solution to the fat problem?
I am under the impression that fatties themselves are too utterly retarded to be the ones to blame. Here’s an analogy: Imagine a puppy shits and pisses all over your house when you first get him. The man of the house sees it and yells at the dog, teaching it a lesson. Dogs did not evolve to be intellectually equal to humans, and they simply do not understand logic and reasoning. You can’t debate a dog and cause him to immediately start shitting and pissing outside only. You have to be assertive, you can’t take shit from a fucking dog. But the man of the house is never home as he has to drive an hour, work 8 hours, and drive for an hour back. So the dog is usually at home with the mother, who is a compassionate, gentle animal lover. She is totally against any aggression towards animals and simply does nothing but clean up after the dog. She teaches him nothing, and 10 years later the dog is still shitting everywhere.
I’m sure you can already see where I’m going with this. The woman is the fat apologist slime, the one who simply allows the dog to do whatever it wants. The male is the voice of reason, logic, rationality – the one who understands that we cannot simply accept decadent and destructive behavior, even for such a lowly creature as a dog (or a fatty). So how can someone be so irrational and allow fatties (or dogs) to simply do whatever they want without paying for it? The answer is simple: fat people are simply too stupid, too naive, too moronic to understand: so we can’t trust them to. Just like you can’t really blame a puppy for shitting everywhere, it’s in his nature, he can’t help it.
But fat apologists? They are much, much worse. Fat apologists are in essentially every case defective individuals. They are defective because they don’t understand the concept of human worth. They don’t understand that some people are simply of higher moral character and of higher social worth than others. They are simply immature children, they want “Equality” for all but they don’t actually understand what that means in practice nor what such aberrant behavior such as gluttony produces in the long run.
I’m not religious and I don’t believe Jesus is the son of god, but I do believe that the ideas and concepts that Jesus taught and believed in are valid and relevant for a civil society. The most important rule that anyone needs to live by is the 7 deadly sins – wrath, greed, sloth, pride, lust, envy, and gluttony. Yes, that’s right, gluttony – excessive consumption, food in this case. You see, for the average knuckle-dragging imbecile you can’t just explain that he needs to follow these rules because they are essential or conducive to a civil society. You have to make up some ridiculous nonsense such as eternal suffering (hell) so that he will follow these rules out of fear. In the same way, we cannot simply just tell fatties why they should stay in shape because they are lemmings. When they flip on the television and eat a box of pizza nobody is telling them that they are disgusting, vile creatures. Nobody is telling them to get off of their fat ass and run or there will be dire consequences. Fatties need a threat, motivation, a reason to get off of their cottage cheese asses and do something about it.
But this is where the problem arises. These fat apologists are so utterly defective that they side with the fatties and they don’t even hear a voice of reason or sanity amongst the libtard circle-jerk of “equality” even for the mentally deranged. The fatties are just animals, they are moronic lemmings, and will do anything they want as long as they aren’t being ostracized and criticized for it constantly. If we are ever going to create a Final Solution to the Fat Problem we cannot focus our attention only on the chunky lemmings, we must attack the source of the problem: their feminized allies.
What’s up lardos, did you miss me? Maybe not as much as your daily taco-bell run, but I know you fat fucks jerk off to my beautiful posts. Anyway, I’m back from living my life and being awesome, because that’s what if people actually do. We don’t spend our times sitting on the coutch watching football and eating pizza and nachos. We actually contribute to society, we make the world a better place. If America was ever attacked by China and we needed to defend our homeland, do you think you fat pieces of shit could even fit in a military uniform, much less manage to not eat your entire weekly rations by third breakfast? I bet not, and after the fit people fight to the death, the only ones left to reproduce (assuming we actually win seeing as over 1/3 of our country is too fat to function) are going to be you fat, pathetic slime. It enrages me just thinking about it. Anyway, I came back to tell you what I did last night, because I know you fatasses don’t actually go in public so you don’t actually experience anything interesting.
So I was at a club for about 20 minutes or so with 2 of my friends and we realized it was pretty much a ham-fest. One
of my friends was dancing with a 8/10 (probably the hottest girl there) and we didn’t want to leave him since we all drove together, so we just went to the bar, took a couple shots, and talked to one another. Then some fucking hambeast and her two friends (one homo and one hambeast) walk up and she asked if they can buy us a drink. Although I have no respect for fatties, I might as well take their money so I accepted the offer. She was clearly a spoiled brat and was being very generous, trying to pound the drinks into us until we lowered our standards enough to fuck her. However, I can control myself, no matter how drunk I am a hambeast is always off limits.
Anyway, my friend came back from dancing with the 8/10 and said “fuck that bitch, let’s go” so we got up to leave. “Hey, wait!” the gluttonous slob cried. I turned around, stumbling, and replied “tha fuck do you want bitshhh?!” This made her angry, she clearly saw that she got played and that she wouldn’t be able to rape me in my incapacitated state tonight, and that enraged her. So she walked up to me, got right in my face, and started going on a rant. Spit was flying from her mouth, I don’t even remember what she said, all it sounded like to me was a chihuaha barking with its mouth full of mashed potatoes. After a few seconds I just turned around and started walking away, her odious appearance was not even worthy of being graced by my presence. After I got out the door I felt a tugging sensation on my back and I turned around and got immediately slapped in the face. The chubbster was standing in front of me with the most smug face that I’ve ever seen, and she just assaulted me. That was all the justification I needed. I immediately cocked my fist back and threw a fist-full of whoopass on her disgustingly chubby face, knocking her out in the process. Her friends stood in shock, probably having shit their pants along with the stupid bitch laying on the floor, and they didn’t dare do anything to help her.
I immediately went back to the car to get some hand sanitizer to wash off my knuckles, there’s no sense in allowing that putrid fat piece of shit to infect my beautiful hands with her repulsive bodily slime. All in all it was a great night. Although I didn’t bang any chicks, I got to beat the shit out of a fatster, so the night was even more successful than I thought. One day when the world wises up and realizes that fatties are a scourge on society, I’ll get paid to beat up these abominations. That will be the day…
They really do. Everybody knows it. It’s no secret. Yet when you try to voice this unspoken understanding, you’ll be pounced on by the fat apologists for being a bigot. Lol WTF? Are those idiots trying to tell me that reality is bigoted?
A lot of these same fat apologists who would force their bullshit on you will also try to deny the obvious reality that fat people fucking stink. This is like trying to claim that 2 + 2 = 5. The only way you could delude yourself into thinking this is true is by having your head so far up your ass that you close yourself off from the real world and live in a fantasy land inside your own head. In other words, you are stupid.
But why do fatties stink? There’s a myriad of reasons. Let’s assume this hypothetical fatty is uptight about her hygiene, always pampering herself up and making sure she’s 100% clean. She doesn’t stink more than somebody who weighs 100 pounds less, right? Wrong. Fatties sweat more than a person who not fat, which is the result of their excessive insulation from their fat as well as their fat rubbing against each other to create more friction.
Now, you might think that wearing deodorant, various creams, and showering multiple times a day solves that issue, and while it helps, it doesn’t do everything. Sorry fatties, but you can’t take any shortcuts on this. Fatties’ excessive sweat washes away deodorant and cream more quickly than a fit person. Hell, a truly fit person doesn’t even need to wear any deodorant or creams and shower multiple times a day to smell just fine, yet a fatty would have to apply their shit and shower 3+ times a day just to smell passable. Fucking passable, as in I’m not on the verge of vomiting by being within 10 feet of you. And even then, you sweat all over your body and fatties are too fat to reach every area of their disgustingly huge bodies to wash and apply cream.
Of course, does a fatty who cares so much about their hygiene really exist? There’s a reason why this scenario is presented in the hypothetical. I’m not convinced that such a fatty exists. You’d think somebody so concerned about their appearance would, well, not be fat! You’d think somebody who’s so fucking obsessed about their appearance and hygiene would actually do something about their disgusting selves. The fact that it’s safe to say none exist only underscores my point about fat people stinking even further. Not only do you have fat people smelling more on their own, but they’re also a lot less inclined to shower regularly or even wear deodorant. These animals are absolutely shameless. Fucking sick.
This story below a friend E-mailed to me touches on this. I gotta warn you though, visualizing it may make you lose your lunch:
This kid I know weighs 450 pounds and is morbidly obese. I’m surprised he hasn’t died from it yet. He’s only 17. A few of my friends and I went over to his to keep him company since his parents were out of town. He wanted someone to play PS3 with him so we were happy to oblige.
Around 20 minutes into a game of Resistance, the kid goes “i’ll be right back, i gotta take a crap.” and walks off. I noticed he grabbed a large bucket, which I found strange. What happened next disgusted me beyond all reason.
From the bathroom, I heard a large roar, like a beast of some sort. I asked one of my friends who knows the fat kid a lot better than I do what was going on. His response still haunts me to this day:
“He takes a bucket to the bathroom with him because the smell always makes him puke. All the crusty shit and ass sweat caught in the folds of his fat have been decaying for months because he can’t clean himself. As soon as he drops his pants, the shit/sweat stench fills the bathroom and he begins throwing up.”
If this story hasn’t convinced you, nothing will. All fat people smell like this. There is no exception. The world would have a much more pleasant scent without fatties stinking up the air.
I go to clubs, parties, and bars a lot to pick up hot girls to rail and I will see anywhere from pencil thin guys to morbidly obese ones. I will see men, and I’m not homosexual by any stretch, with very handsome facial features regardless of their body shape. I see ugly guys who are physically fit and good looking guys who just packed on a bunch of fat.
I also see the same thing for girls, and it always pains me to see a girl with a nice face just let herself go and get all fat, cute chubby girls are the worst because they’re only a little bit too fat and it’s just going to get worse.
But what have I noticed? There’s a strong correlation between the body fat of a man and his success, a guy with lower body fat generally gets more luck than one with a lot of it. However, with girls it is more often based on facial beauty, although butter-faces often get lucky as well.
At first this would suggest that women look for a good body and men look for a good face, but that’s not it at all. What women are looking for is masculinity. Those fat guys, unless packing a lot of muscle underneath, are usually overly nice, apologetic, nerdy, boring, submissive, and all that crap. They are physically unattractive, yes, and so are the horse-faced athletic guys, but the ones with lower body fat are more masculine and thus get more tail. With girls the personality has no correlation. The girls with nice bodies and faces get a lot of guys, the ones with nice faces get quite a few, the ones with nice bodies get a little less, and the ones with neither generally just settle with some equally undesirable fat fuck or give up and go home, which is a good thing since they make me sick.
So what does this mean? Fat guys are feminine, and it makes perfect sense, since body fat contributes to the production of estrogen. Enjoy being feminine, fatties, enjoy being undesirable. And fat girls, just because you might have a nice face doesn’t mean you shouldn’t get physically fit, because fat girl’s never, and I mean never, have acceptable faces past youth. Once she’s out of the 20’s, usually by the late 20’s, a fat girl’s face will rapidly age and start to look nasty. Only when they’re young can they still maintain a youthful face with fat rolls exploding out of their jeans.
But what does this have to do with feminism fat slayer?
I’m getting to that. This is all the shit that feminists are pushing for for men to act like. Feminists want us to be pussies and apologize for our sexual desires, as if we should be ashamed for looking at a hot girl and wanting nothing but to pound her pussy balls deep for hours at night. A women’s beauty is a very important aspect of her person; like really, who would watch beach volleyball on TV if the girls wore body suits and you couldn’t see their hot bodies?\
They want us to “put the pussy on a pedestal” and treat it like it’s some great achievement when it really isn’t, causing fatties/pussies to get all nervous around girls because it’s the end of the world if they fuck up and go home dry-dicked. They want men to treat women as equal leaders, being able to make as many decisions in the relationship, being just as dominant and submissive. What lunacy, lol, if I wasn’t so dominant when it came to women I wouldn’t get half as much sex as I do, not that it wouldn’t be a shit load anyway. Girls want to be dominated, it’s in their instincts.
Feminists know they can’t just force real men to become pussified without a fight, so they try to make it easy and take away the man in them by targeting testosterone.
It’s truly pathetic when you see some fat guy giving some hot girl flowers and chocolates as if he thinks that’s going to help. It’s sad to see how much the modern day male exemplifies feminine characteristics, ever wonder why girls complain that all the good guys are either gay or taken? Gays know what they want, a fucking man, and that’s what they go after, not that I would know first hand. And all the other guys are taken because they are real men and can pick whoever the fuck they want, and they pick the most beautiful girl out of the pack and fuck her and her bitch friends too.
Feminism is about desexualization and reduction of the natural virility of men, and they do this terrible act through multiple attacks on a man’s natural sex drive.
First off, they attempt to make males feel ashamed about his natural, lewd intentions, which are caused by testosterone. Ever seen a steer trying to go around fucking hot cows? No, that’s what a bull does, since he has balls that produce testosterone. Testosterone is essentially what makes a man a man; when testosterone is released in the womb, it causes the fetus to start to form as a male, originally we were all female (this is why men have nipples yet don’t produce milk). We get shocks of testosterone other times in our life too, and each of them distance us from females more and more.
What good is a man without testosterone? He is simply not a man.
Let us look at dogs. Sheepdogs to be exact. what is a sheepdog who has some balls? A fucking sheepdog. He herds sheep and doesn’t give a shit. What is a sheepdog who was neutered as a puppy? A pet. He can’t herd worth shit, he can roll on the ground and fetch maybe, but he’s not going to herd anything with his empty scrotum and limp dick.
His will of action, his drive, his masculine essence, it has been destroyed because his testosterone was stolen from him. And that is what these feminists are doing, attempting to turn men into pets. They wish to be our masters and for us to be their submissive, pussified pets.
When you take away the man, he is a female, with no tits and a shriveled up dick, and that is when the feminists will win, when they have taken all of the men. A man cannot be afraid of his testosterone, because then he is essentially a pussy afraid of himself.
Second off, they attack us from the mouth and fill us with poison. Feminists are well known for being supportive of veganism or vegetarianism and often attack is superior meat-eaters. They urge us to eat toxins, to eat shit like soy. Not only does it possibly cause cancer, but it has isoflavones, plant estrogens, which are phyto-endocrine disrupters. It causes hypothyroidism, causing lethargy, constipation, fatigue, and fat gain. But that’s not all; it lowers testosterone; when children were given soy formula instead of breast milk, their testosterone levels were greatly reduced. In male marmoset monkeys, it was reduced up to 70 percent in one study. This causes problems later in life, such as delayed genital development and feminine traits, as well as learning disabilities and retarded sexual development.
When you become deficient in testosterone, you are a sub-male.
Feminism makes men pathetic and worthless, they make them “Nice.” Nice guys never get laid, because they’re fucking retards. These feminists guilt guys into thinking pussy is some great thing and they put it on a pedestal, sacrificing plants and chocolate and precious metals as a token of appreciate for allowing them their time. Is that not worship? Why the hell would you worship women, a stunted, narrow shoulder, weak and fragile bunch of idiots? They’re really just there to look good. What’s even worse is when they write unimaginative poems and act like a fool, and feel like a million bucks when a girl calls it ‘cute’, not that they don’t call little kids the same thing 24/7. Because little kids have little, underdeveloped dicks because they have no testosterone yet. Just like you, little boy, except you’re an adult. You let these weak little girls tell you what to do, make you fat, make you lose all hope in yourself, how do you feel? Hell, they’ve pussified you so much you’re AFRAID of them. “Oh shit does she like me, she smiled at me, maybe I should go ask her friend…” hahahaha-NO. Don’t be a little bitch, don’t ever ask yourself if a girl likes you, ask yourself if you like her. If you do, go get her.
And one more thing before I go to bed: they try to convince us it’s wrong to judge a women by her looks. Then they turn around and claim that fatness should not only be allowed, but glorified. The definition of insanity in my opinion. This unnatural crap hurts everyone in the end. One time I was at a party and wanted to dance with some cute girl, so I did, and she was grinding on my dick, shit was going great. Then, along came some chubby feminist piece of shit, why she was at the party is beyond me, trying to push me off and tell me to stop ‘Sexually harassing’ her friend. What the fuck did I do? “Get your hands off of her butt.” She was asking for it, she wouldn’t have been rubbing it all over my dick if she didn’t want me to touch it.
God, I will not respect a women. I’m no misogynist, and I don’t hate women or think men are superior, but I just can’t respect a woman. I love women, the gorgeous ones who take care of themselves, but women just prove to me, time and time again, they are not worth the same level of respect that a man can earn – and by man I mean a rare, masculine subgroup of males that allows the nature-intended flow of testosterone to course through his body, uninterrupted, unafraid. A man acts how he intends to and does not apologize for being a man. What if I said “Ohh, I’m sorry, I thought she wanted it, I won’t touch her there again…” Well, we wouldn’t have fucked 30 minutes later.
Feminism wants women to go around controlling men and let women do whatever they want, with some bullshit fabricated morality that turns their female immorality into virtue. They want fatties to feel free to be gluttons (estrogen is stored in fat by the way, low body fat = high testosterone) and make ugly girls feel like they have a role in society. It’s for the weak and it hurts the weak. Feminism will ultimately be a success once the human species is a weak and flabby and useless pile of worthless shit, just like a typical feminist.
Photoshopped? Lolwut? You mean to say the pictures I pulled straight from your Flickr account were photoshopped?
This is something fatties in denial will do. You show them unflattering pictures of themselves and point out their disgusting features, and they’ll all tell you it’s photoshopped. It’s pathetic. They’re too afraid to admit it and face the reality. None of it was photoshopped, and if you think it was, you’re a filthy fat apologist. You enable these fatties to go on about their business thinking “oh, I’m not fat because those pictures were photoshopped” when they’re not.
Still don’t believe me? This time I’ll just link to Flickr pictures. How about this one. You can see that she has a potbelly she’s hiding under those clothes and thighs that are thicker than an elephant’s. Don’t forget the big booty! She’s always showing off that food, her and any fatty’s most favorite thing in the whole world. Not to mention, it’s a great view of that ugly echidna-like face and nose of her’s, eww.
Now am I being a little unfair? I dunno, but she can sure chug it like a man, which is cool and what most any guy would desire in a female, but is perhaps where she got that potbelly of her’s (this is why you don’t date women who are heavy drinkers, men). She does have nice hair, which she uses to hide that fat ugly face of her’s (and speaking of photoshop, you only get that gleam in your eye from that program… hmm, you have much explaining to do Jill…).
See, I don’t need to photoshop any of Jill’s pictures to make my point, as I demonstrated here, and I have not done anything to those pictures. I took them straight from her Flickr account, as I have with the ones she claims I photoshopped – and this is assuming she hasn’t photoshopped her own pictures of herself! But I’m not trying to make it about that because her pictures are ugly enough even if she had photoshopped them to make herself look slightly more pleasing to her internet fandom. Jill, before you point fingers at everyone else to blame like I know you feminists love to do, maybe for once take responsibility for yourself. I didn’t make your body look fat in photoshop. You did, by overeating all the wrong foods, and it’s disgusting. You go around showing yourself off but ugh, no one wants to look at your fat ass Jill. So quit claiming we’re out to make you look fat because you look fat enough by yourself! I think the whole world would be much happier were you to lock yourself in your apartment and never show your fat self. You’d be doing us all a big favor. Until then…
You may have heard of her. She runs the blog Feministe. She’s a self-proclaimed feminist, and if that isn’t enough to indicate just how much of a dumb fucking cunt she is, her fat apologism ought to. I quote:
“Fat-hate hurts everyone, but it particularly hurts fat women. And it’s hurting fat women in very real ways — they’re poorer, less educated and less successful in the job market because of the culture of shame and judgment we’ve created around weight.”
I nearly shat myself in amusement reading that. Fat-hate hurts everyone? Maybe in the delusional minds of fat apologists, but it benefits the rest of society. Particularly women? Please, spare me this femtard bullshit; fat men and fat women are equally repulsive and worthless. Fat women are poorer, less educated, and less successful because of the shame of being fat? Thank god. This is exactly how it should be.
Every so often I peruse the fat apology blogs just for the lulz and Jill Filipovic is one of my favorites. Why? Because she’s a fat apologist who is fat, but pretends like she’s not but is too afraid to admit this because of her fear of offending the fatties. It’s so pathetic that I just can’t help it. If you read enough of her blog, you’ll know exactly what I’m talking about. Observe:
“And yet I’m the absolute worst when it comes to fat talk. Like many women I have a whole slew of body issues; my weight is always on my mind, and I feel like I’m in a constant battle with my body. I’ve started to make my peace with how I look, and I’ve started to accept the fact that I love physical activity and exercise, I love to eat (and I like to eat food that feels nourishing, clean and healthy), but my body is just a certain build and shape and I’m never going to be 5’10″ and 110 pounds. I can turn things I love — physical activity and food — into things I resent in order to be thinner, but it’s not worth it. I’ve done it, and it makes me unhappy. Deciding “I would rather be happy” sounds simple, but it’s psychologically challenging when for so long I associated happiness with thinness — as in, “I’ll be happy when I’m 20 pounds thinner.” I’m learning how to allow myself to be happy and not thin. It’s a process, though, and as I go through it I still find myself complaining to my friends about the way I look. I also have a group of friends who are mostly very thin — significantly thinner than I am. It can be very difficult to always feel like the “fattest” in the group. And when I spend time with women who are larger than I am, I also find myself feeling envious — of their curves or of the way clothes fit them or of their confidence or of whatever else they have that I don’t. I feel like I never measure up.”
I mean WTF is this shit? Rofl, she’s talking about happiness when she talks about fatness and being thin. Happiness? What, so you only want to be thin so you can indulge yourself, like the fatty who indulges herself with a milkshake? Yeah, this is the kind of shit I’m talking about.
Look at the picture of Jill at the top right of this post. Do you not see that giant gut of her’s? Her thighs are big chunks, not small cylinders like a healthy woman’s should be. Her entire upper body is thick, and by “thick” I mean repulsively large, not some “hot, curvy” type of meaning black women so love to use. We all know that “thick” and “curvy” are code words for morbidly obese.
The image of Jill on the left serves to reemphasize these disgusting features. You can see that it’s not just her thighs which are sized like an elephant’s, but her arms as well. She’s short and very pudgy – she’s about 5’2” and judging by her appearance weighs probably around 150 – 160 lbs. That’s a BMI of 29.3, which is very disgusting, it’s basically obese. Pair that with a fat nose and butt ugly face like an echidna’s, and totally red in a most ugly fashion, and she could give some of the fattest and ugliest a run for their money in the vomit inducing contest.
Back in the day, Jill used to be all the rage on AudoAdmit, a message board for law students that preserves the anonymity of its users. She apparently gained some notoriety because she modeled for her friend in a bikini (eww), which she shamelessly allowed to circulate the board. I suppose in her younger days she looked passable, but Jill’s almost 30 now and her old age has taken a toll on her appearance.
This is all why I love Jill so much. It’s fucking rich. She talks about how she deliberately seeks out some of the fattest and largest of her friends and puts herself next to them in public so she looks skinnier, and then goes back to her blog to apologize for it. It’s absolutely pathetic, why would you deny your innate human desire to be healthy, and furthermore, why on earth would you apologize for it? Jill, if you’re reading this, you should embrace it and not be ashamed to burn your excess fat so you can have a fit and attractive body like your sister. Fat apologism is so poisonous for this reason; it holds us back from being healthy. You should cut out all the vegan bullshit in your diet, abide by a diet as close to the natural one our bodies evolved on as much as possible by eating lots of juicy meat and fish, work out and build some muscle in it all, disassociate yourself from every elephant-woman you think is your friend, and then report back to your blog raving about how proud you are that you burned that disgusting fat and regained some semblance of your younger and better appearance.
But I know you won’t do that. It perplexes me why a woman wouldn’t wish to maximize her self-worth as much as possible by caring about her body and appearance. I don’t understand why she’d prefer to just let it all go, as if she’s too apathetic to care. This is why fat people are so offensive; their lack of concern about themselves and others is just plain disgusting. You’ll probably go on and on, Jill, ranting and bemoaning about the sexism and discrimination fat women rightfully face, but never doing a thing to lift a finger and improve your own individual self. And this is why you’re so amusing to me; you are a microcosm of every fat person alive, looking to blame everybody but themselves for their own obesity.