They don't? Well, I don't know their names so I can't call them out for a public dressing-down. Let some other poor civilian do it. I got my own committees to attend to, my own organizations to wield about, my own fires to play with.
When traveling abroad, I was always smug in the awareness of how those foreign countries were nice to visit, nice to partake of the local character--for a time--but that it was always great to get back to the good Old US of A, where the toilets work, the trains run, the drinking water doesn't give you the runs, and the women shave in the right places. BUT NOW!!! I'm thinkin that small island off the coast of Africa, where I played Marlowe for several months back in the seventies, surfin my brains out, eatin the local fish and the brown rice served up by the natives, wearing only the loin cloth and sleeping with my African Queen, who treated me right and enjoyed my respect and love, were the best days of my life. No horror in that type of life. No McDonald's for the fat ass americans who live in Cellulite City. Just good healthy living. No Jenny Craigs on the whole island, because everyone is a lean, hard machine. No need for Oprah to tout healthy living and treating your neighbor right, because it is there. Karma is the man who founded Wendy's dying at an early age because he ate what he supplied to the masses. Karma is those officers of McDonald's corporation dying young because they ate what they supplied to the masses.I, myself, have lost fifteen pounds in a quest for health over the past few weeks, and I intend to lose some more after the Windansea Historical Party September 10 down at the break.
Why is this country so fuckin fat? Doesn't anybody around here have self control? My Daddy, bless his soul and may he rest in peace, always said that the judge of a person's character was what he did not do, given the opportunity to do something. He explained that this covered such diverse acts as cheating on a test, fucking your friend's wife, speeding past a school, killing an enemy combatant who had surrendered to you, and eating everything at an all you can eat restaraunt. He said it just wasn't right, and your inner self would tell you that and you should listen to your inner self. Well, the Ugly American has morphed into the Fat American and he has so much fat on his body that he can not listen to his inner self. Spending quality time on the fat farm is a necessity of life for these people, otherwise they won't make the average life span, but will spend their later years in a hospice.
What is a body to do? Don't ask me, I ain't the government. Besides, I got to go eat and then do some exercise with my girl friend. She needs a good work out to lose some pounds.
got to burn those calories
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