Remember when I grossed you out with the Storchen restaurant story?
It seems that the idiots activists at PETA have asked Ben and Jerry’s to do the same. Yes, PETA wants B&J to use mothers milk for ice cream. Further proof that they are ‘tards.
I will drink mothers milk when PETA provides me with a board member who has survived without animal research.
That means:
- no asprin
- no penicillin
- no western medicine developed before 1995
- no immunizations
- certainly no fertility treatments
- no birth control
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Don’t worry Mom, we aren’t moving in with you yet.
But it was sorta close yesterday and really, not completely my fault. You see, folks, I’m not a corporate type of worker. I don’t play nicely with others, I never met a rule I didn’t want to break and coloring outside the lines is the only way to go. Needless to say, I never worked in corporate America.
My darling husband can often be spotted grimacing while I speak. Sometimes I get a gentle nudge with a whisper, “You can’t say that”. Oh but I just have! Other times it’s just a look. I’ve gotten better, there’s some semblance of self control these days, but it’s not like I’m aiming high.
So I’m rumbling around the interwebs and I find this wacky page. And there’s this picture
Followed by a warning to not click the link if you’re easily offended.
Getting back to the fact that I’m me. I click the link.
big payoff after the jump and NSFW don’t call me if you get fired.
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It’s discriminatory when I pay for an airplane seat and you overflow onto mine.
Your size discriminates against me.
Heh, discrimination, what a load of shit.
I’m tired of hearing people equating obesity with race, hence the discrimination.
I can’t carry my 7 year old on my back all day long and still have a good quality day. He’s 50 pounds or so. Many of you “fat acceptance” bloggers have lots more than 50 pounds on you. Stop pretending it’s okay. You are dying and some of you are killing your kids. That has me irate.
It’s got to suck to be morbidly obese. I can’t imagine laboring to get out of bed, oh, wait I can, you see I was HUGE when I was pregnant. It’s not a way to live your life.
Here’s the deal, you stop pretending that 9 year olds with man boobs are in a “phase” and I’ll do everything I can to support you in your new, life affirming lifestyle.
Because fat acceptance is kinda like cancer acceptance. You’re killing yourself and you sound like an asshole when you talk about it.
