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here's to a mama cass ending for any and all of you fawks!

i'm standing by the wiener!

so badass - i'm gonna lose 100 lbs (them thare cracks like tiiiiiiny!) and give it a shot some day

a 17 year old freshman in high school the article said? was his nickname "slappy?"

probably - how many folks you know who've sold an organ?

what an asshole?

you'll likely be just fine - crowds aren't so bad even when there as they don't really require you to sit aroudn and wait - can always pick an untramelled line when you arrive such as the west crater rim, luetholds, pearly gates, etc...

wish i could come - if only the road coulda opened a week later...

...he didnt' actually get himself killed might not want to threaten a gaint black dude with a toy gun?

i remember doing that part in the pitch black, sadly not in so graceful a style

fuck wars, tell me the congress's chaplain is empowered to issue fatwas!?

you could ask a mexican druglord to fill it full of coke n' grass and see if he'll ship it all on his dime in your name?

wait, you took (and used) a portaledge? where/why? was the route super crowded or something?

just came in the door from building a yuppie garden all day to discover the good little woman had wrought some home-made pizza w/ black olives n' cheese - time to drown it in a gut-worth of table wine then pass the hell out, then wander out to smiff for a solo scaling of the monkey

from the wayback machine on page 2 - 68$/week for a family of 12 - you think none of these items or the american equivalent are beyond being obtained by the vast majority of americans, poor or not?

the only thing this feller suffered from was getting shot 4 times in the chest

if you were a magic 8-ball, this definitely would one of your more constant readings come on, you claimed that organic latte or whatever silly stuff was what I wanted for the poor maybe its your own reading skills in question? said item is a silly stand-in for good, high-quality food, exactly what you want, and in the case of latte, particularly prized by folks who fancy they've figured the whole fucking world out

if you were a magic 8-ball, this definitely would one of your more constant readings happiness is a dog that chases its own tail - many fat folks would be happy to be thin for sure, but then exercise makes them sad, as does tofu, no beer, no ice-cream, walking more than 50 feet, yadda, yadda, yadda speaking of strawmen - you seem to think i'm a heartless bastard for the poor'boys? i worked near a decade back east in inner-city schools, and i didn't do it for fucking chuckles. no shit, places like that need a lot of help, but it's not like the nation hasn't been putting its shoulder into that effort, w/ strikes n' gutterballs along the way i'll warrant, for half a century? the problems of such places are like a big old ball of tangled string, and to be sure the best solution for the gordian knot is to chop it in half - generally speaking, bring employment, assets and wealth and most of the problems (hard core drug addiction, hopelessness, fatitude, violent crime, early death, etc.) will diminish. requiring more intense food regulation or labeling, jacking up the price of junkfood, publicly chopping off ronald mcdonald's nuts, etc is little different than re-arranging deckchairs on the proverbial titanic ok, so i'm sure you've been strawmaned again - sorry!

historically, to be happy was to be fat. when the fuck ever were poor people fat? it's always been shit to be poor, today or 10,000 years ago. the inner-city untermensh of today has plenty of bigger worries beyond the inability to readily obtain an organic latte of shade-grown coffee as w/ other parts of the healthcare debate, especially when comparing the differences between countries and classes, the bottom line is: how happy are you? THAT is the meaning of life, afterall, and pretty much the only damn reason to stick around. i never saw anybody cry over a pbr or a pork-chop.

if you fix the first few pitches of davis-holland expect to make enemies, but if you're fixing town crier yer merely preparing other wannabebigwallers for the genuine valley experience of being parked behind 20 others crews clusterfucking their way up the nose!

there's a reason many of us stick to aiding

i like to think of my belly as like "mr fusion" from back to the future - throw a bunch of bullshit in there - stale beer, rusty cans, anyold damn thing - fuckit, that and a head-full of crazy makes you fly! wonder what pirates made of their cuisine?

get an exploratory committee together - you n' me, let's take this genius to the fucking masses!

The issue is not really your degree of acculturation but your failure to acknowledge that people's ability to feed themselves properly depends on many factors out of their control, which includes their being aware that it is possible and desirable. pray tell how you comprehend the mind of the fat man better than me, who ain't that far from the honorific anyhow? tvash is right, what the hell are you really proposing that is gong to sweep the scourge of fatties from the landscape? for 99% of human history, humans were dying far earlier than the fatties of today, who in addition to sucking down quarter-pounders their whole life are getting the joy of 3 billion tv channels at their fingertips and a fucking chia-pet to suck them off between repeats of hee-haw? seems like we're in the land of milk n' honey here, but you're saying maybe honey's horseshit?

i'd probably take the whole argument more seriously too if everyone involved reported, each day they participate, what they ate that day off the top of me head, here's what i recall today: breakfast: - 2 cups of coffee - big jalapeno bagel w/ plenty of butter lunch: - diet generic ass soda - battery chicken, cabbage, cilantro, mexican cream, cheese n' tortilla - apple pre-gym snack: - orange - banana - big old lungful of sunshine dinner: - many glasses of burgundy - steamed dumplings filled w/ tofu n' shrimp n' bok-choy n' ginger w/ the wife's special sauce of soy, fish-sauce n' pepper-oil - pretzels for desert anyone care to explain how my "acculturation" explains this typical day and where it belongs In the Grand Scheme of Things?