Raphael just likes being feisty. I think he is making an aggressive reply that is in proportion to the level of insensitivity you have shown to fat people who eat like pigs.
He was thinking what John Foss wrote, but to save time, he wrote a much shorter reply. Just a guess on my part.
I donāt want you dissān on pigs here. Pigs donāt naturally overeat. If you give a pig a constant and always available supply of good food (grain) you do not end up with a fat pig. Now give an animal like a dog an unlimited and constant supply of good food (dog food) and you get a fat dog. If that lady was a pig she would not be fat.
Itās when pigs are fed bad food (things like human food, treats, etc) that you end up with a fat pig. But thatās the fault of the owner and not the pig. If you have a pet pot bellied pig and you spoil it with extra food you are going to end up with a fat pot bellied pig. Feed it pig food and it wonāt get fat.
I raised pigs (swine) in 4-H. None of my pigs were fat and I never saw a fat pig at a farm or fair.
I am often wrong about such things but I have my suspicions about who or what you are. Your first post here was, as far as I can tell, āI have lots of questionsā on the same day that you registered on Unicyclist.com. Youāve made some brief comments about your family unicycling but beyond that we know very little about you except that you are clever and post here mostly ātongue in cheekā. Almost to a man, woman, and child, we all started here in RSU with real questions and comments about unicycling. You donāt seem to have taken that route but rather show up right off as a smart aleck.
Now mind you, this is the Internet and you can do whatever you like and, frankly I enjoy your banter. So donāt take it personally.
And yeah, what John Foss said (that Dave Lowell is starting to piss me off with how perceptive he is). I donāt normally read self help books but a friend was adament about the Covey book, āThe 7 Habits of Highly Effective Peopleā. I only made it about 20 or 25 pages. But he talks about a man on the subway and how his kids were running amok being loud and a nuisance to all the other passengers. One confronted the man about controlling his kids. He said that yeah he should but as theyād just come from the hospital where their mother had just died, he didnāt feel up to it. Covey, of course, said something about not judging although at more length and somewhat more eloquently.
Now I believe this post, like some that I start, was done to get people riled up and talking. So, there, thatās my take.
Unicycling is a form of recreation for me. I have an interest in it, but not a lot of questions. I learned to unicycle at 42 (less than a year ago). I am not particuclarly adept at it and donāt have a lot of natural talent. I will never have the skills to do muni or trials or tricks. My main goal is to be able to ride well enough to do some distance trips with my family. When I get a little better, I may have some questions about crusiers or cokers, but for now, I read the threads and learn.
As for the smart aleck part, I plead no contest. This message board is a form of recreation for meānot in a troll way. Just in a kick back and let my hair down kind of way. I have a high-stress, high-commitment job (I have left enough hints around that you can figure out what it is, but it is not in my best interest to broadcast it at the moment). I come here to unwind and let the less serious side of me get some exercise.
And you were spot on about the motivation behind this thread. Plus, I figure I am a lot safer dissing fat people on a unicycle forum than say, on a weight watchers forum.
The difference is, Jethroās label shows he is from Minneapolis, MN. He doesnāt need to ask us questions because he is probably surrounded by more āliveā unicyclists than he can shake a stick at! I expect the Twin Cities people to come in with more unicycling background to start withā¦
Welcome to the forum, Jethro (if that really is your name.) We share much in common with respect to our unicycling. I look forward to more banter and sparring with you.
Being fat may not qualify you for the handicap parking permit, but physical ailments that go along with it could: back problems, knee problems, foot problems, breathing problems, heart problems.
My aunt was shorter than 5 feet tall and weighed close to 300 lbs at her worse. She had the handicap parking pass due to those problems I listed and others. She also had diabetes which didnāt help with her weight problem. āYou may have noticed that I refer to her in the past tense. One more reason to stay in shape.
Not always true! We had a Standard Poodle (OK some may argue Poodles are not dogs but he was 45 lbs) that was a grazer. Always had food, never got fat. My Golden retriever was the same way. Now my Lab is a different story. She will eat and eat and eat. When we had both dogs we had to keep the Lab away from the Goldenās food.
On topic, unless youāre cheating, you need to get a doctor to sign off on a temporary or permanent sticker. I had one when I broke my heel.
John, this very well may be true. And though Iām sure Iād be surprised by the answer, how many people make their first post on a newsgroup a wise crack on the off-topic area? (Though if truth be known, Jethrosā first thread here falls into the category, for me at least, of wish Iād thought of that).
Ha, I read this post before you edited it and you used the term PC in its disparaging context.
Well, since this thread was started to bait those who would cruelly disparage the overweight and since it succeeded in that capacity early on, we āfaithful advocates for the less fortunateā were wise enough not to take the counter bait.
Last night Jacquie and I watched the movie Supersize Me. Wow! Iād heard it was good but it didnāt sound very interesting. The guy keeps it pretty interesting, and itās much more objective than the movie it has been wrongly compared to, Farenheit 911.
After 30 days of eating nothing but whatās on the menu at McDonalds, the guy has put on 24.5 pounds (almost a pound a day), turned his live to āpateā to quote one of the doctors that monitored him, and shot his cholesterol and other levels through the roof.
So that fat lade at McDonalds should start by watching this movie. Ew.