Off Message

Saw a story on the news last night about how something like three-quarters of Americans are overweight or obese. Three-quarters! That’s a fuck of a lot of fatties. Al Qaeda should give up on attacking the yanks and just wait for them all to eat themselves to death. The news story also pointed out that there are many more fast food joints in poor areas of the US than in affluent areas, and as part of the ‘package’ interviewed a bunch of people on the street in a poorer area of Los Angeles. All of them said they’d eaten at McDonalds that day, or the day before, or both, and if they hadn’t eaten at McDonalds, they’d eaten at… wait for it… Fatburger. Fatburger! There’s a fast food chain called Fatburger! I mean, Jesus. Talk about does what it says on the tin.

How are you? Everything okay? I have a bit of a headache. Also, I’m filled with a deep sense of dread and foreboding. Actually that’s not true. In fact, I’m filled with nothing more than a general blankness and a feeling of lethargy. But being filled with a deep sense of dread and foreboding struck me as being slightly more interesting than being filled with nothing more than a general blankness and a feeling of lethargy. So I plumped for the former. Now, however, my ruse has crumbled about me like a big sandcastle of lies assaulted by the sea of truth. And I only have myself to blame.