Flatearther
Well-Known Member
- Joined
- Sep 14, 2006
My apologies for grotesquely and tragically overstating the obvious. Don't bother with the predictable - show us yer proof! mantra - it's all around you. The ocean of wobbling flesh that hems you in, shuts you out, primes your funnybone, violates your aesthetic values and empties you wallet in paying for their self-inflicted medical atrocities, not to mention the evil harm they inflict on their overindulged offspring. Don't look in their fridges and pantries unless you're militarily braced for it - nothing can prepare you beforehand - be warned!
The evil fatsos have the ultimate, built-in autopilot for averting any criticism - one less than perfect review and they launch the reflex-guided weapon, the BIG FAT LIAR! You are immediately punished for even thinking sideways about their disgusting overindulgences. They forever trot out the endless wardrobe of euphemisms, excuses, spin lines, PC psychobabble and nauseating 'have a nice day' Jumping Jimmy Jargon - and it's NEVER their fault!There's always someone (else) to blame. Always some spurious 'medical problem' or 'society's out to get me' cop-out. They will avoid one thing like the plague - Plain English - "I'm just big boned" - no, you're just a fat, lazy, arrogant slob! - a disgusting gobbling machine! "Ive tried everything and it doesn't work' - try dining via enema! All McCrapperies should have a special 'bum baguette' section of reinforced concrete.
They lie to everyone about anything that puts a spotlight on their vile, addictive obsession, their rabid agenda for morbid glutinous gratification - "whaddayamean, 'consequences'?" The species 'Gargantuanis MacPorkis' are rude, arrogant, spiteful, obsessive, grumpy, vain, - all the traits of their opposite fellow non-flesh-devouring comrades, the snarling, feral lycra-clad cyclist vermin (Cyclopsis Terribilis Australis).
When I become dictator of all Australia (and New Zealand) I shall build special purpose, intensive concentration camps just for the evil fatsos. I will train my team of jackbooted Gut Gestapo to de-flab, de-arrogantise and de-grumpificate these morbid, moronic blots on the backside of society. I shall inflict the cruellest legacy imaginable - with the correct torture (wellbeing techniques) I shall turn these evil blubbermongers into happy, lithe, healthy and productive members of society - all dragged kicking and screaming against their own will and inclination into their worst nightmare - a healthy state. I shall commit the ultimate horror - cast them - and keep them - in their own personal Devil's Gulag - a permanent state of generous wellbeing! Ha, ha, ha, ha! Die-t!, Evil Fatsos! Let us prey.
The evil fatsos have the ultimate, built-in autopilot for averting any criticism - one less than perfect review and they launch the reflex-guided weapon, the BIG FAT LIAR! You are immediately punished for even thinking sideways about their disgusting overindulgences. They forever trot out the endless wardrobe of euphemisms, excuses, spin lines, PC psychobabble and nauseating 'have a nice day' Jumping Jimmy Jargon - and it's NEVER their fault!There's always someone (else) to blame. Always some spurious 'medical problem' or 'society's out to get me' cop-out. They will avoid one thing like the plague - Plain English - "I'm just big boned" - no, you're just a fat, lazy, arrogant slob! - a disgusting gobbling machine! "Ive tried everything and it doesn't work' - try dining via enema! All McCrapperies should have a special 'bum baguette' section of reinforced concrete.
They lie to everyone about anything that puts a spotlight on their vile, addictive obsession, their rabid agenda for morbid glutinous gratification - "whaddayamean, 'consequences'?" The species 'Gargantuanis MacPorkis' are rude, arrogant, spiteful, obsessive, grumpy, vain, - all the traits of their opposite fellow non-flesh-devouring comrades, the snarling, feral lycra-clad cyclist vermin (Cyclopsis Terribilis Australis).
When I become dictator of all Australia (and New Zealand) I shall build special purpose, intensive concentration camps just for the evil fatsos. I will train my team of jackbooted Gut Gestapo to de-flab, de-arrogantise and de-grumpificate these morbid, moronic blots on the backside of society. I shall inflict the cruellest legacy imaginable - with the correct torture (wellbeing techniques) I shall turn these evil blubbermongers into happy, lithe, healthy and productive members of society - all dragged kicking and screaming against their own will and inclination into their worst nightmare - a healthy state. I shall commit the ultimate horror - cast them - and keep them - in their own personal Devil's Gulag - a permanent state of generous wellbeing! Ha, ha, ha, ha! Die-t!, Evil Fatsos! Let us prey.