I got the emissions test done on my car the other day during my lunch break, and before I returned to the office, I got food from the local Wendy’s. Not exactly health food, but it was in close proximity to the test center, and I didn’t have a lot of time on my hands. Anyway, while sitting down to enjoy my order of chili, I saw something disgusting.

Fat people…with fat kids.

Everyone uses this image, but that doesn’t make it any less relevant.

I wanted to barf into my cup. I’ve seen this plenty of times before, but I swear, I’ve fucking had it. I think it’s disgusting that our country is so overloaded with obese people; it’s something like one out of every four adults now. While in some cases, there may be a glandular disorder or other medical condition that causes a person’s obesity, a majority of the time it’s because they’re a lazy sack of shit. Worse, our culture proudly supports this appalling lifestyle choice.

Of course, if someone wants to be fat tub of lard, that is indeed their choice, and who am I to tell them how to live their life? I draw the line, however, when I see them towing around their little broods of fatness. There is no excuse whatsoever for a fat child, let alone several. As a parent, your child’s health is your responsibility, and if your kid is fat, then you’re failing miserably.

Seriously, if a kid’s fat, they’re in for a world of hurt as they grow up. Aside from the potential social issues, there’s all sorts of diseases and other health problems that will rear their ugly heads as a direct result of their obesity. If the parents support behavior and meal choices that make the kids fat, then they should be held criminally responsible. If you went and stuck someone with a dirty needle and they got sick, you’d be thrown in the slammer. The same thing should happen with these fatass parents who can’t take care of their children.

It’s not like making sure your kids aren’t fat is difficult, either. You don’t have to be an asshole and cut off fast food entirely, but just use it as a treat or special reward; for example, an excellent report card earns a trip to McDonald’s. Taking the family out for burgers multiple times a week because you can’t figure out how to cook a decent meal or even throw together a salad is not conducive to proper child development!

I’m no Adonis myself, but I’ve got enough common sense and leftover Roman Catholic guilt to know that if I eat some fattening food, I’d better go for a long bicycle ride to work it off. These fat fucks would do well to take the same advice, and maybe some of it will rub off on their disgusting children. Wii Fit doesn’t count. Get off your ass, and go outside.