Mad Atoms

U.S. Airways is eliminating their in-flight movies, because the projectors weigh 500-pounds and fuel is getting more expensive. They have already limited the amount of carry-on's and checked baggage you can take on your trip, eagerly whipping out their cocks and shoving them in dry if your baggage is over their weight limit; and now they won't even provide you with a movie to interrupt the horrible tedium of air travel.

Apparently 500 pounds is a significant amount in an Airbus A330 with a maximum take off weight of almost 257 tons, and If I want to take an extra bagful of presents for grandma, the giant metal airplane uses slightly more fuel. Okay, I'm willing to take one for the team, but you know what weighs more then my bags? A fat person. If my bag is five pounds over and they anally rape my wallet, then these waddling tubs I see should get charged for their superfluous flesh. I can’t take a set of golf clubs, but any fatty can wedge their massive bulk into a seat without extra charge? Fuck that.

 A bunch of fatties might call the airlines and wheeze out complaints, but so what. You ever try to complain to an airline? Have fun, chubby. 

Fat people aren’t unfeeling automatons; under that hideous extra weight, they have feelings. Well, I have feelings too, such as feelings of disgust at their nightmarish appearance, the feeling of a lack of sympathy towards their plight, and a feeling of unfairness when I see they don’t get penalized for being disgusting monsters. It’s not that that fat people are worthless ‐ it’s fun to see one fall down a set of stairs ‐ but they are responsible for their conditions. Ever notice how you don’t see skinny people that constantly exercise and eat right saying how their condition is glandular? So tears might roll down some oversized faces as their massive jowls quake with righteous indignation while they pilot their beeping fat-people carts to the local ACLU. But if I have to pay through the nose for making the personal choice of wanting to bring an extra bag to my destination, then your fat ass should pony up for making the personal choice of being a fucking pig.

Fuck you, you fat pile of shit.