America. Where being really fit and working hard to get that way is being “ill.”

My friends, what a country indeed.

I guarantee that if I could control (and I mean fully control 24 hours a day) anyone’s diet and fitness, I could make them thin and in shape.

The most valuable lesson I learned in the army is that some things might be very hard and uncomfortable, but they are still worth doing.

I said I wouldn’t post about this crap any more, but hey my blog, my rules.

As they say, deal with it. Or don’t. I ain’t care.

This is why I want nothing to do with the conventional left.

Five cartoonists had just been killed by a death squad, and many on the left and the right seemed uncertain about which party had committed the greater offense.

Completely foul. Especially as the vast vast majority of the people — including most of the “educated” Left — didn’t actually understand any of the cartoons!

Political ideology as such is dead. Both sides of it. Something new might coalesce before we go extinct due to global climate change and the shutting down of the oxygen cycle.

But probably not.

Working in customer service must be the most depressing, enervating job in all history.

I’ve never done so but in life I’ve noticed that the dumbest people also tend to be the loudest and most obnoxious on some sort of logarithmic scale.

Don’t know why this tendency is so prevalent in humans but it means that in many customer service jobs the majority of your interactions are likely to be with vociferous dimwits of the very worst kind.

I am glad I don’t really have “soft skills” to speak of. Because my very first job like that my childhood would come back  and I’d be flying over the counter and drop-kicking someone.

Riots are the language of those who do not have the voice to express the loss of what they rightly know has been taken from them.

Are you paying attention to Baltimore now or not?

Then the riots worked.

As I’ve seen more skinny shaming over the years, I’ve always wondered why so many people come up with so many excuses for why they are fat?

Does it seem to most people like something they have no control over?

It never seemed that way to me. It’s not your genetics. It’s not your conditions. No one but you puts the food in your mouth. Simple as that.

I always knew precisely why I was as large as a barge: I ate too goddamn much.

With a few quite minor and overestimated-by-most-people variations, weight is simply calories in, calories out.

I’d be a lot more prone to not smack down the FA movement at every turn if they didn’t constantly engage in anti-scientific skinny-shaming crap. They also promote really unhealthy ideas that directly harm people.

I grew up in a place where 30 years ago obesity was already as bad as it is now in the rest of America. I remember my friends and I would go to Burger King or the rib joint and see people order two plates of food and a “Diet Coke, cuz I’m watching my weight.” Ok then.

I’m almost tempted to gain 100 pounds and lose it again to demonstrate it can be done even by someone who is not a personal trainer.

But I do not like being hefty.

Antidote. Look at those triceps. Good lord that takes a lot of work. (I know just how much thanks to the army.)

(That’s Qimmah Russo, by the way.)

(Also by the way, of course having a body like that is not realistic for most people. It takes working out around two hours a day, bare minimum. I used to work out 2-4 hours every weekday. Did that for five years. So, yeah, I do know.)