ToDaZeD yet another oppressed group

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  1. I don’t have time to iron laundry so I am a member of the unpressed class.

    Comment by mech — May 12, 2016 @ 10:01 am

  2. Sooooooo… what happens when the anti-”Fatist” SJWs come in contact with the Food Nazi SJWs?

    I’m hoping for mutual annihilation.

    Comment by Fawkes News (V for Article V) — May 12, 2016 @ 10:30 am

  3. ^ Gives me an idea for a Soylent Green prequel.

    Comment by DougM (quiet, keeps to himself, kind of a loner, nobody thought he’d do anything like this) — May 12, 2016 @ 10:32 am

  4. Comment by rickn8or — May 12, 2016 @ 10:40 am

  5. Part of being fat is genetic. Those little proteins and whatevers that control turning fat into doo-doo aren’t working right. The 800-pound man didn’t get there just by eating Big Macs.

    “Fat phobia” – will this never end? The only “Fat phobia” to be found is in fat people.

    And what about all the scorn directed to skinny people?

    Anyway, it looks like the fat lady is getting her 15 minutes of fame.

    Comment by ZZMike — May 12, 2016 @ 10:46 am

  6. Those little proteins and whatevers that control turning fat into doo-doo aren’t working right

    That sounds like a research project with a multi kazillion dollar payoff, right there!!!

    [I don't know nuttin about it -- I'm just lazy and I love to eat...]

    Comment by Claire: rebellious pink pig with car keys - and a *cause* — May 12, 2016 @ 12:06 pm

  7. Isn’t it past time for her to sing?

    Comment by mech — May 12, 2016 @ 2:35 pm

  8. Well, go eat a sandwich if it makes you feel better. I don’t give a rat’s ass – in fact, you can eat that too, for all I care.

    Comment by bo1921 — May 12, 2016 @ 4:39 pm

  9. Your freedom to be fat is heavily contested by:
    Me, when your lack of discipline drives up my group health insurance rates.
    Me, when you’re too cheap to buy two airline seats and demand to raise the arm rest between my seat and your seat, then squeeze me into the bulkhead or the aisle.
    Me, when I have to stand up in the theater and walk out to the aisle, annoying everyone between me and the aisle, because you can’t fit between me and the row in front, even if I stand up.
    Me, when your fat induced sleep apnea snoring keeps me awake on an overseas flight.
    Me, when your fat ass shatters my family heirloom early 1800′s chair.
    Now, if you want to be fat or don’t have the work ethic to change that condition, knock yourself out, but don’t expect me to give up hours of my life, my space, and my freedom to accommodate you.

    Comment by dick, not quite dead white guy — May 12, 2016 @ 6:43 pm

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