Super Size Me!

I am sat here watching "Super Size Me", the documentary about the geezer who ate nothing but super sized McDonalds meals for a month, and surprise, surprise put on weight. But it is not this fella that is really annoying me, it is all the wishy washy, poor me lard arses who are holding junk food companies responsible for their present width. Here's an idea fatso, try eating less! "All the adverts make me hungry", "oh I wish I could be thin, like all the models in the magazines", they bleat. Get a fucking grip. Try exercise, sofa growth. And what makes it worse, is all these do gooders who are happy to tell them its not their fault. Ban the advertising and these gluttons won't stop. And what does the government and local councils do when they get clinically obese? Instead of prescribing exercise, they give them little mobility scooters so they no longer need to walk, eliminating the only exercise they do. And whose fault is it that in some places the only playground is at a MaccyD's? It wouldn't be the local councils, who continue sell off playing fields and green belt land to greedy developers would it? And as for nutritional value on the packaging, who goes through the day tallying it up to make sure they don't exceed their daily allowances? And as for McNuggets being made up of scratty old chickens, hello! Like the industrially farmed, shrink wrapped chickens on disply in your local supermarket chain are any better. Don't even ask what goes into donner kebab meat. The sad fact of life is that people croak. They die of all kinds of things, and all you can do is inform folk, that certain activities will either prolong, or decrease life expectancy. Lets face it, most people of average intelligence, and above, know what is good for them, and what is not by the time they reach 6 years of age. This doesn't stop the little blighters wanting to eat junk all the time, but that is where responsible parenting comes in. If their parents are not up to the task, I believe it is up to the rest of us to cry "Squeal little piggy" at them, and shame them into shedding a few pounds. And an other thing, the pension crisis, we are living to long apparently. Well doesn't that mean the bloaters are doing all the folk who eat responsibly a favour? Back to the film, it is nothing short of a hatchet job, that seems to blame junk food for all of Americas ills, from stupidity to lack of sexual prowess. In fact I might just drive down to the local 24 hour McDonalds and Super Size me a Big Mac Meal, with a fat laden McFlurry to follow. Aren't I the rebel.