Two women who were once close friends of my ex and my mother, respectively, went under the knife for gastric bypass in the past couple years. And they have both become very different creatures--externally. Internally I have no idea. I never speak with them. I just view them in passing or on Yahoo! Personals.
Today I sat outside the local McDonald's, as it was inundated with ravaging hoards. As I ate a snack of mushrooms, celery, and an apple, I wondered how much artery sludge comes out of one McDonald's in one day. There is an unbelievable variety of folk who do the McD's routine. From the mentally disabled to the hardworking joe to the state's attorney. They were all there today.
Imagine if everybody boycotted biological hell-holes like McDonald's for one day (or better yet, forever.) The trouble is, this would violate kapitalism. And kapitalism doesn't care whom it kills, just so the money gets divided a little more finely amidst a smaller head count.
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