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Our country is full of fat lazy idiots who can't be bothered to get off their asses and turn themselves into the Arnold Schwarzenegger or Barbie that TV tells them they should be. All they do is look at the TV, then get depressed because society didn't give tehm what they wanted, not realizing that you have to work and earn success. I know because I'm one of thsoe fat lazy idiots. It's just easier to buy three double cheeseburgers for lunch and wash them down with a liter of soda than it is to get out of the car, walk into a deli, and pay 8 dollars for a nice grilled chicken sandwich on whole wheat with lettuce and tomato. Instead of doing something about it and improving our lives, we decided to abandon our future and create the self-esteem movement. "Fat is beautiful," kids under the age of 14 in a lot of places aren't allowed to keep score at soccer (football) or baseball games because "it would make them feel bad about themselves." Never mind that we're fucking these kids over when in five or ten years they can't understand why they're at a community college and not an ivy league school after they spent all this time "just doing their best" and "being themselves." Sure, people should be treated with respect and not discriminated against when they have genuine disabilities, but when theyre able to pass off laziness as an illness (I'm not implying that ADD isn't real, only that it's seriously overdiagnosed,) we're only hurting them if we don't try to help them make themselves better. We can't keep telling ourselves that nothing is ever our fault. The ease of getting fast food compared to the effor of making a healthy meal isn't the reason I'm fat. I'm overweight because my mom had to get a night job to help support the family and I didn't bother to exercise the willpower to make myself a salad instead of a microwaved cheeseburger.

We are a product of our fast food culture. We want instant results. If a diet doesn't make us thin in a week, we drop it. If a marriage runs into a bump, we drop it. If something is a little bit harder than we deluded ourselves into believing it would be, we drop it. We've been trained by society to get something in the easiest way possible, and then get rid of it if it doesn't perform up to expectations. You can drive up to a talking box, open your window, pull up to the first window, pay, pull up to the seoond window, get your food, and stuff your face with 1200 pounds of greasy, cheese-covered, simple carbohydrate-wrapped beef that's been cooked to a disgusting, unappetizing brownish-gray, all without getting off your ass. Drive by the trash can, and you don't even have to reach, there's a little arm on the can so you don't have to lean out the window to throw out your grease-soaked wrapper. Then you can drive to the office, have a valet park your car, and park your ass on a chair for the next 8 hours. You don't even have to stand up, because the chair has fucking wheels on it. You can roll your lazy, rapidly expanding ass around the office instead of walking. The only times you have to stand up are if you want to go outside, light up, and give yourself cancer, or if you have to run to the bathroom to deal with the by-product of that burger, which, by the way, hasn't changed much colorwise.

What's worse than that? You can do that with every aspect of life. Need medicine? We have drive-through pharmacies. You can wait in line for half an hour instead of walking up to an empty counter to get your medicine, and not one of the ten people ahead of you is handicapped and unable to walk. This isn't about efficiency, it's about laziness. You can even do this with your marriage. Drive up, giver your name to the talking box, pull up to the next window, hadn over $20, sign a form, and get married right there in the car. If you really want to, you can pull into a parking space and consumate the marriage wtihout having to move farther than the back seat. If you decide that it's not going to work out, or you realize that you were drunk at the time, yoiu can get divorce papers out of a vending machine. Sure, you have to walk, but there's none of that pesky human interaction to worry about.

I could go on, but I shouuld be working right now, and I have to pick up my borhter from school soon. Perhaps I'll continue ranting later.