

Fat Dumb American Trash
It’s America’s birthday—no better time to celebrate than with a grotesque display of gluttony. The red, white, and blue have never looked so swollen.
The average American diet is a slow-motion collapse: sugar-packed, grease-laden, proudly processed. Add in a sedentary lifestyle and what do you get? Brains gone soft, bellies gone round. I feel it happening—my thoughts thickening, sentences slurring, like my mouth’s too full to form them. Maybe it is.
Today’s menu? Double-fried chicken so greasy it slicks my fingers. Biscuits drowning in gravy. Mac and cheese falling into mashed potatoes. A cherry pie collapsing under its own syrup. Sugary frosting covered brownies. And four corn dogs, just to polish it off. More sugary soda to wash it down. I eat. And eat. And glug gravy straight from the tube, letting it slide down my throat and settle deep, heavy in my gut.
There’s no dignity left. No restraint. Just fat, begging for more. Each bite fogs my mind further—every chew makes me slower, every swallow makes me rounder. I’m wheezing, sweating, stuffed past reason. The American dream: overfed, piggish, and just a bit humiliated.
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