October 17th, 2008 - Fuck You Number 5

I hope during your lifetime you find it in you to better yourself physically, and preferably sooner, than later. Head out to the nearest mountain and go on a hike, or jump on your bike with your dog and give the poor mutt a good run, while you yourself get some well-deserved cardio. Whatever you decide to do, do it. We're becoming rather pathetic, America. 

Look up and down our streets. Look at the coworker sitting at the desk ten feet to your left. Look at the children walking through the mall with their mother or father; or better yet (and God forbid in today's society), mother AND father. What do you see? Correct. You see that society I spoke of in a recent post. A society plagued by Burger Kings, BlackBerries, and the internet (I still can't wait to get to this one).

You see twelve year-olds, who instead of coming home with a knee that could use a good spritz of hydrogen-peroxide, come walking through the door with a PSP in one hand, a cell-phone in the other, and a chocolate-covered, Krispy Kreme long-john hanging from their mouth by a strand of creme-filling. And hell, its not only the twelve year-olds. Yesterday at lunch I watched my 19 year-old daughter's boyfriend eat enough food, to feed the entire population that actually find relevant information within Sarah Palin's speeches.

Growing boy my ass.

Seriously, I'm not here to tell you to head to the gym and begin throwing around iron, like Hulk Hogan throws around the word, "brother." And I'm not insisting that you find your nearest YMCA pool and try to achieve "Calista Flockhart skinniness." Just get some blood flowing here and there. 

Oh, and just to clarify one thing, I'm talking about obesity. Not the Alec Baldwin gut, or the Beyonce thighs...and ladies, come on, they're big. I'm talking about Gilbert Grape's mom type shit. 

  

And yep, that shit.

Fuck obesity. Fuck the gadgets and ideas society continues to promote to provoke laziness.

Cheers.