Here's where he takes that idea, though (wow):
You know those fat people sitting on their couches? And I mean really fat. I mean...not like me. I mean the people whose skin grows into the couch... I say let them die. I say punish the person who’s been bringing them the milk shakes that allowed them to eat and not get up off the couch. Am I too harsh?The lack of logic + the hate is breathtaking. I also think that a big clue about why we can't talk well about fat in this country is in the "not like me" aside, which Beck delivered with the standard self-hating I'm-fat shrug. Regardless--my jaw's still on the ground at the moment.