Fast food. Why do the sheep flock with such passion to buy greasy, salty garbage? I'll never understand it. The children, okay; I understand them. They want the toy and the pretty package; but their parents? They want to kill themselves slowy with the surest way to a heart attack ever marketed.
It shames me to admit it, but I've taken a second job at Mc Donald's, working twelve hours a week, to supplement my regular employment. I like money. I like stuff. Specifically I like goth clothes and Halloween decorations , and my tastes aren't cheap.So I'm sacrificing myself on the altar of grease for the money to buy things that will ironically seperate me even further from the sheep that I help to feed.
They stream in, all day, at the rate of thirty seconds to a car if the food preparers are on track, to cram their faces full of crap that they surely must know, from television ads and basic grade school education , will help to kill them. Some of them are already so fat that their cars are like oversized motorized chairs. They use the drive through because there is no way in Hell that they could cram their enormous asses into the stalls inside. They pull up to my window, with their stomachs pressed tight up to the steering wheels. Some of the women have their breasts pushed nearly through the damned thing. I wonder if I should be impressed that they can manage to even get into the driver's seat at all. They buy the cheap, "Dollar Menu" items, in large quantities. Sure, the "super size" has been done away with, but that doesn't stop them. They just buy larger quantities of smaller items. Four double burgers, two large fries and a large diet coke. What the hell is the "diet" coke for? How is including it in an order like that even vaguely logical? That's like a lung cancer patient who knows he's going to die regardless giving up smoking. For what? To salvage whatever shadow of self esteem you might have left? Give it up, moron. You're over four hundred pounds already, eating more in one meal than I eat all day long. A diet soda isn't going to help you one single solitary bit.
I have just one wish for the fast food industry. I wish that the heart attacks that what they jokingly call "food" cause would occur before the customer has a chance to breed. Simple as that. You want to eat yourself to death? Great. Lower the burden on society. It could become the most popular method of suicide in the world with no trouble at all. Actually, it already is. It just takes too damned long to take effect!
I just rediscovered this dim little corner that I created to come to vent. I've got a lot more to vent about. Maybe I'll spend more time here.
