Pretty Little Hate Machines

Everybody hates fat people. It's only natural. Human beings ain't nothing but mammals. Stupid-ass mammals. Mammals can spot a genetic defect in their own from a mile away. It's our our genetic obligation to subjugate the weak so those gimpy motherfuckers don't get a chance to breed and destroy the gene pool. Rats, rabbits, even horses will set upon the weak of their own species and kill them if the occasion arises. I've seen a stallion kill a colt because it couldn't keep up with the herd. Litter runts always weaken and die.

But you know who REALLY hates fat people? Other fat people. It makes sense when you think about it. I've never met a fatty that wants to be a fatty. So you take some 300 pound woman and present her with some 400 pound dude. Seems like a perfect match, does it not? But she doesn't want to be saddled with that. She wants to find the thinnest, most attractive mate she can get, just like every other mammal in existence.

But human beings are not just the sum of their parts. Look at Stephen Hawkings. The man can't survive on his own, but he is immensely valuable to the human race's completely unnatural quest to uderstand (not just to be controlled by) the universe. Humans are social creatures of intelligence capable of overcoming nature's restrictions and obligations.

When I see people giving in to nature's bid for instanteous, harsh judgments in this supposed age of enlightenment, it does my head in because there is no way in hell you can sum up anyoone in this world based on what you see. So my advice to all you enlightened people out there is to do the opposite once in a while just to see what happens. Talk to the person you suspect is the LEAST interesting one in the room based on appearances. You might be surprised.