Where Did All the Thin People Go?

Spent sometime recently attempting to count all the thin people who walked passed me or were in my field of vision throughout the day. The number was not that great, in fact while eating a small piece of baked eel, a large lunch time crowd had gathered at the local food court inside the Venetian where the weekend tourists had decended from the skies of debauchery to continue their gluttonous ways at the fast food sector of the hotel. I have decreased my consumption quite dramatically over the past few months, just because I am getting older, cant carry the weight, and have used this opportunity to look at my surroundings a little bit different, to realize how sucked in and used up the entire nation of the United States has become, victim to an overdriven need to consume, it sits on all the guts of everyone sitting around me, even the young guys and girls in their 20's are over weight, chomping down on greasy burgers, fries, washed down with a soft drink, where an hour later they are standing in line by the throngs to get into Tao Beach where advertisements for Tao Beach of young slender model like women having a good time in the place are plastered throughout the casino, reality tells such a different story, I am sure there are a fair cross section of good looking people, but the masses must be there as well to worship those who don't eat, do drugs, and still find time to workout.

While watching the USA soccer match in front of an adult slurpee shop, frozen alcohol drink place, I observe about twenty people buy oversized plastic tubes of frozen drinks, completely normal, calm, not out of place, go for more, excess to success, but in this post excess world where the economy is in decline and job opportunities constricting, it seems very weird that people will not or cannot stop indulging themselves in all sorts of consuming behaviors, the bill is due, no one cares, the fat has been put on like a second skin, it will not come off or dissapear, an ugly reminder of brainwashing, of accepting the concept of the fourth meal, and 24 fast food restuarants, the fridgerator, buffets, and cater meals, something I deal with all the time in my business, all to easy to head over to the free meal, load up on a couple plates, three times a day, like a prisoner, watching all these stagehands around me at work today who are all overweight, relish in the ability to get free meals on the job, now they can spend their money on drugs and booze or whatever, internet porn, comic books or strip clubs. The stagehands leave their residue of McDonalds packaging on a table in the back with a smattering of half empty sport drinks and coffee cups. This is their grand painting, their life work on one table, sitting in line waiting for slow death to be served to them, no escape, sign the contract then get out there and feed, all else means nothing, forget higher thoughts, politics, and all the other savvy bullshit you talk to each other about grinding the hours away, the hog pin is closed, soon comes the slaughter, I'll be watching.