What's Outside

[The Good Reverend Roger]

Outside the walls of Fat City™, World War I never ended.  It's sputtered along for 98 years, with occasional (and regional) breaks so that people can catch their national breath and rearm and regroup.  This is not allegory, it's literal truth.  It's been a century, and we're still fighting a war that nobody can properly explain.

Outside the walls of Fat City™, there's a lot of skinny people.  There's food withheld, grains being modified so that they aren't self-perpetuating, artificial famine, real famine, and more and more desert and less and less arable land.

Outside the walls of Fat City™, HIV is a way of life, not a bogey man horror that happens to the friend of a friend of your 3rd cousin.  In Swaziland, for example, 1 in 4 adults have HIV/AIDS.   

Outside the walls of Fat City™, life is gritty.

INSIDE the walls of Fat City™, hordes of fat, dumb, and happy people indulge themselves in bullshit and waste their brains and their precious time on this Earth with mental masturbation like Paganism, homeopathy, astrology, and supply-side economics. 

INSIDE the walls of Fat City™, the world's wealth is concentrated.  Not for any grand experiment or adventure, but rather so that the citizens can eat it, and wheeze their way into the future.

[Freeky]

INSIDE the walls of Fat City™, overweight and obesity become the norm, and the landwhales on their Hover Scooters shout about being persecuted and how This Great And Wonderful Fat City™ can do no wrong.

Our leaders sit atop the walls of Fat City™, grinning like the Cheshire Cat, and trust that the bricks and mortar will keep the citizens INSIDE from seeing what they do OUTSIDE.

[Mangrove]

Inside FAT CITYtm, people will consistently vote for politicians that are out to destroy their livelihoods. They will vote for them even when they disagree with them out of a sense of 'loyalty'.

Residents of FAT CITY insist vehemently that it's the best and only CITY around.

[Phox]

And why not, mang? I mean, towers made of diamonds and sunshine make a city, not poorly thatched mud huts, after all.

[Mangrove]

And why not, mang? I mean, towers made of diamonds and sunshine make a city, not poorly thatched mud huts, after all.

But sometimes the mud huts contain people with better educations, higher life expectancies, and less corruption. Oh, and the mud huts aren't mud huts either.

[Verbal Mike]

Insite Fat City, people occasionally notice what's going on outside. Most sigh or shrug and move on. Some get angry, suggest solutions, sigh, shrug, and move on. Few actually do something about it.

Inside Fat City, that's how the system works. It's nobody's individual fault, and at the same time, it's absolutely everybody's fault.

*sigh*
*moves on*

[The Good Reverend Roger]

And why not, mang? I mean, towers made of diamonds and sunshine make a city, not poorly thatched mud huts, after all.

But sometimes the mud huts contain people with better educations, higher life expectancies, and less corruption. Oh, and the mud huts aren't mud huts either.

Tucson, incidentally, is about 70% mud huts, ranging from stick & stucco up north, to actual huts in South Tucson.  But we aren't IN Fat City™, we're UNDER Fat City™.  Where the waste goes.

[Anna Mae Bollocks]

INSIDE the walls of Fat City™, overweight and obesity become the norm, and the landwhales on their Hover Scooters shout about being persecuted and how This Great And Wonderful Fat City™ can do no wrong.

Our leaders sit atop the walls of Fat City™, grinning like the Cheshire Cat, and trust that the bricks and mortar will keep the citizens INSIDE from seeing what they do OUTSIDE.

"The fat, stupid ones are the first in the pot. It's always the skinny, no-account, low-class duck in the back that doesn't hold still. That's a good Indian who keeps his eyes open."
- John Fire Lame Deer

[Cain]

What's inside is the Green Zone.

What is outside is Baghdad.

[Don Coyote]

What's inside is shacks selling what you need, imported from out there, worked by those guys from over over there.

What's outside is camel roadkill and explosive Skoal cans.

[Richter]

Outside the walls of Fat City™, World War I never ended.  It's sputtered along for 98 years, with occasional (and regional) breaks so that people can catch their national breath and rearm and regroup.  This is not allegory, it's literal truth.  It's been a century, and we're still fighting a war that nobody can properly explain.

Outside the walls of Fat City™, there's a lot of skinny people.  There's food withheld, grains being modified so that they aren't self-perpetuating, artificial famine, real famine, and more and more desert and less and less arable land.

Outside the walls of Fat City™, HIV is a way of life, not a bogey man horror that happens to the friend of a friend of your 3rd cousin.  In Swaziland, for example, 1 in 4 adults have HIV/AIDS.   

Outside the walls of Fat City™, life is gritty.

INSIDE the walls of Fat City™, hordes of fat, dumb, and happy people indulge themselves in bullshit and waste their brains and their precious time on this Earth with mental masturbation like Paganism, homeopathy, astrology, and supply-side economics. 

INSIDE the walls of Fat City™, the world's wealth is concentrated.  Not for any grand experiment or adventure, but rather so that the citizens can eat it, and wheeze their way into the future.

Inside Fat City, only the insane are any kind of compatible with the outside.  Anyone in their right head would take the food, shelter, mating pool and entertainment and build their lives around it.  The War, the problems, the poverty would be the problem of some poor fucker they'll never know. 
It will be far away (only across the border, not here)
It is far away (well, that town down south had it coming.  The army should be along to fix that.)
...far away (That mob will stop down the street.  Really.  We're fine here.)

Any nut job who can turn away for a second from the trough, focus, and conceive, will realize that the hoard outside will try to come inside eventually.  Hungry.  They will rage and yammer through the streets, violating the curvy sports cars and crunching down pretty multifunction waffers of circuitry and glass like oreos.  (Some poor bastard caught camping in line for the shinyPHone v. 6 will get rendered for sauce.  They won't have the sense to keep it off of CNN, and then the SCREAMS will start)

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

What's inside are rationalizations of why none of what's outside is our fault.