Please allow me to relate a story that illustrates one of the main causes for my increasing disdain for living in America.

One night as I was at home, smoking some bong hits with my roommates, I got the urge to have a burrito. Naturally. So at around midnight on this wednesday in March, I headed to the 7/11 in town. As I was waiting for my aforementioned burrito to be nuked, a mother and her two children walked in. The kids must have been 13, a boy, and 15, a girl, and they and their mother were much like most Americans nowadays. Fat. I'll refrain from using terms like "overweight" and "obese" because they feel like euphemism's to me and they don't deserve that. These 3 were fucking fat. And here they were at midnight, on a school night no less, stocking up on potato chips, ice cream, liters of soda and whatever else the kids could pester their mother into letting them have. I prayed that my burrito would finish its microwave cycle before they got to the counter so I wouldn't get stuck behind them. But guess what? No such luck. This is whats wrong with America. At least, its one of the things wrong with it. Fat people raising fat kids who will become a burden on the rest of us by clogging the aisles at grocery stores with motorized scooters because they're too fat to even walk under their own power. Pretty soon this country's populace will be an all too frightening mix of the fat asses from "Wall-E" and the idiots from "Idiocracy". But I am merely ranting. I cannot presume that I can save the world through my venting. I can only hope some people will read this and, maybe, identify with my frustrations.

Please allow me to relate a story that illustrates one of the main causes for my increasing disdain for living in America.

One night as I was at home, smoking some bong hits with my roommates, I got the urge to have a burrito. Naturally. So at around midnight on this wednesday in March, I headed to the 7/11 in town. As I was waiting for my aforementioned burrito to be nuked, a mother and her two children walked in. The kids must have been 13, a boy, and 15, a girl, and they and their mother were much like most Americans nowadays. Fat. I'll refrain from using terms like "overweight" and "obese" because they feel like euphemism's to me and they don't deserve that. These 3 were fucking fat. And here they were at midnight, on a school night no less, stocking up on potato chips, ice cream, liters of soda and whatever else the kids could pester their mother into letting them have. I prayed that my burrito would finish its microwave cycle before they got to the counter so I wouldn't get stuck behind them. But guess what? No such luck. This is whats wrong with America. At least, its one of the things wrong with it. Fat people raising fat kids who will become a burden on the rest of us by clogging the aisles at grocery stores with motorized scooters because they're too fat to even walk under their own power. Pretty soon this country's populace will be an all too frightening mix of the fat asses from "Wall-E" and the idiots from "Idiocracy". But I am merely ranting. I cannot presume that I can save the world through my venting. I can only hope some people will read this and, maybe, identify with my frustrations.