Being Fat Is Not A Revolutionary Act

Spotted this little gem recently about Virgie Tovar – a self-styled radical activist ;

“best known for promoting a brand of body nihilism that encourages women to not care about their weight, no matter how large they are.”

Now, don’t get me wrong; I don’t condone bullying, discrimination or attacks on people who are overweight. Some people have underlying medical issues, many others (myself included) are simply happy to live an overweight life.

I accept that I may not live as long or may have ankle/ knee/ hip problems later in life, and that I may even develop diabetes if I’m not careful. That is my choice.

If someone chooses to live life ‘to the full’ that is their choice.

I am also very much against nanny-state interventions that try and TELL us what we can and can’t eat – like the current fad for banning fast food ads, sugary drink posters and forcing companies to modify campaigns because the photos contain bacon or butter (more to come on this at a later date).

But it is morally irresponsible to claim that being significantly overweight is positive, to be recommended, or a ‘revolutionary act’ – because it isn’t.

The revolution will not be televised, we’ll all be in MacDonald’s eating Big Mac and fries.

So in response to Ms Tovar and her rotund revolutionaries I have rewritten Churchill’s most famous wartime speech so that she can use it stir her followers into having another helping;

We shall fight them for tinned peaches

We shall go on to the coffee and mints,
We shall fight in Asda,
We shall fight for the cheese and biscuits,
We shall fight with growing circumference and growing cholesterol in the blood,
We shall defend our aisle, whatever the calories may be,
We shall fight them for tinned peaches,
We shall fight for the almond grounds,
We shall fight for the King Prawns peeled and the Quality Streets,
We shall fight for the Brazils;
We shall never diet,
And even if, which I do not for a moment believe,
This cheesecake or a large part of it were subject to calorie restrictions and portion control,
Then our BFF beyond the checkout,
Armed with squirty cream . . . and a great big spoon,
Would carry on the struggle, until, in Mr Kipling’s exceedingly good time,
The next course, is devoured bite by bite, through seconds thirds and fourths
To the complete satiation of the rotund.

Phil C.

For those that are interested, here is the actual transcript of that legendary speech;

We shall go on to the end.
We shall fight in France,
We shall fight on the seas and oceans,
We shall fight with growing confidence and growing strength in the air,
We shall defend our island, whatever the cost may be.
We shall fight on the beaches,
We shall fight on the landing grounds,
We shall fight in the fields and in the streets,
We shall fight in the hills;
We shall never surrender, and if, which I do not for a moment believe, this island or a large part of it were subjugated and starving, then our Empire beyond the seas, armed and guarded by the British Fleet, would carry on the struggle, until, in God’s good time, the New World, with all its power and might, steps forth to the rescue and the liberation of the old.