Donald Trump is, in my humble opinion, one of the worst people on this planet. I am sure you can name others and I would argue with you. He has hurt so many people, chose to promote hate, allowed out government to be compromised, and daily he works hard to hurt good people and promote evil ones.
He is a loser. He is worthless. He is a man who does not deserve love.
Yet, I cannot bring myself to calling him fat.
God this sounds so dumb, doesn’t it? How hypocritical can I be, right? I was literally on Twitter for years throwing insults at people like Donald Trump. I have no problem calling Matt Gaetz a pedophile. I have no problem calling Gym Jordan a sexual abuser. No issues making fun of Marjorie Taylor Greene’s three toed hoof (Yes, I am the person who coined the phrase “Marge Three Toes”).
Yet I cannot bring myself to calling Donald Trump fat.
I can easily prove that horrible people like Donald Trump, Ron DeSantis, Sarah Huckabee Sanders, and Diamond and Silk have higher than normal BMI’s. I can prove all of it with a chart, scale, and calipers.
But no, I cannot call him fat.
Calling someone fat means something different to me. It is what abusive husbands call their wives to make then feel like less of a person. It is what genetically gifted people call large people at the gym to make them feel lazy. It is what someone says to someone to make them feel bad about themselves.
You see, calling someone a loser is subjective. Same with worthless. Same with most insults that can perfectly describe someone.
But when you call me fat, you are basically calling me lazy. Worthless. Unmotivated. You are telling me that even though I work 12 hours a day and I have lost 50 pounds and everything else to defend myself, it does not matter. I am fat.
And once that insult is said, there is no defense. None. Someone telling you right away you are not is instantly a liar. No matter who it is. Because the one asshole called me fat, that is what I am. And it is not that I am far. It is that I am less of a person because I cannot control my portions or exercise as much as others.
Do you see how weird this sounds? I have no problem calling people every single thing that fat means when you call me that. Every single thing. I will not lose an ounce of sleep calling Lauren Boebert a disgrace. I have no issue calling Ted Cruz a sack of shit without the sack. None of that is a problem.
But there is a problem to me with calling someone fat.
Because obesity has kept me from my dreams. My weight has kept me from being the person I want to be. I…I…
Yeah. When you call someone fat, you are calling me fat.
That is the way it works in my head. Worthless is a direct hit. But if someone calls Donald Trump fat, imagine what they thing of me if I upset that person. Just like my art. People love it. I love it. Yet, when I get on someone’s bad side, my art quickly turns into “stick figures”. That is it. It get diminished into something that anyone can do. And I can fight and defend and tell you it is more than that and it does not matter.
So yeah, it is a weird thing with me. Do not get me wrong, I do not care if you call Trump fat. His BMI is high. He has never proven to eat well and I have never seen that man do any exercise except throw ketchup against the wall and fall down a ramp. In fact, I am not offended if you call me fat. I have dealt with it my whole life and I can decipher if it is a lazy comment or not.
But I will not call Donald Trump fat. I will not because I know how that word makes good people feel. And I would hate for someone to think I would think they are if I think Donald Trump is.
Because a lot of people deserve insults.
And the last thing I would insult someone about is that they consume more calories than they burn.
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