A note on how the rest of the country lives

Its the ramblings of sophisticants like this that have really been getting on my nerves. I’m not going to apologize for America’s problems with waste and obesity. There are a lot of things that go into these problems, some of which I know, some of which I think I know, but all of which should be discussed by people much smarter than me and this guy, sharingtime. 

sharingtime:

Here you eat oversized cookies, soups, sandwiches and anything else you can find to fill your face. You drive here in your SUV and park as close as you can to the entrance. You listen to Frank Sinatra playing while you eat a ham and swiss grilled panini the size of my arm. Everything is wasteful: the size of this place, the amount of food on your plate, the gas guzzler you drive to get here.

Enjoy it while it lasts!

I’m from the midwest. I’m from the places these people live. I’m this guy. I think Buca Di Beppo is a place to get great italian. I think American Gladiators, while flawed, is fucking cool. I love a large, Scooby and Shaggy style sandwich, grinder, hoagie, or submarine sandwich.

So hate me. Hate me and my lifestyle. Hate all the horrible things I’m doing to the world simple by being me.

That’s not gonna stop the flood waters from roaring over your wannabe, hipster, punk “Ain’t I enlightened cause I live in NYC” ass. You too Marco.

The thing is, this isn’t “how the rest of the country lives.” It’s how those people just happen to be living on that day. Not everyone drives a gas guzzler. Not everyone is eating a panini the size of their arm everyday. Stop judging the nation by your own limited view of whatever bullshit mall you happened to be near. 

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