This is golden; 500-lb heiffer is upset 'cos she's all alone after her husband and daughter are off to jail for having sex (with each other) in front of her.
http://www.wrcbtv.com/news/index.cfm?sid=2942
Crash diet! :thumbleft:
No one to feed you? Maybe you'll lose some fucking weight!
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No one to feed you? Maybe you'll lose some fucking weight!
"Oh, this is too good. She thinks you're a servant... Cause you're black! This is greatest moment in my miserable life... Sooo-ey! I LOVE RACISM!"
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Really, dude... that was more grotesque than those degloving injuries. That was a person so bereft of will that she'd basically killed herself and not even realized it. That's, like, straight out of "Seven" or some shit.
Sit her on a porta pot in front of the TV and change the pot twice a day. Pretty soon she'll be able to get up and get her own Cheetos again.
Sit her on a porta pot in front of the TV and change the pot twice a day. Pretty soon she'll be able to get up and get her own Cheetos again.
She killed herself (or her parents did) the day she passed the "100lb overweight" mark.
When it's to the point where she can't use regular doors, or care for herself...
At what point do you take a step back and think "Gee, I might just have fucked myself up a little..."
First heartattack?
Loss of a foot to Diabetes(beatiss)?
How about a fatty-incursion related liver failiure?
Potato chips taste good, but dying like that hurts.
Mostly I like the fact that she's more-or-less nonchalant about her HUSBAND railing her DAUGHTER.
All she cares about is that they won't take care of her anymore.
When it's to the point where she can't use regular doors, or care for herself...
At what point do you take a step back and think "Gee, I might just have fucked myself up a little..."
First heartattack?
Loss of a foot to Diabetes(beatiss)?
How about a fatty-incursion related liver failiure?
Potato chips taste good, but dying like that hurts.
Mostly I like the fact that she's more-or-less nonchalant about her HUSBAND railing her DAUGHTER.
All she cares about is that they won't take care of her anymore.
"Oh, this is too good. She thinks you're a servant... Cause you're black! This is greatest moment in my miserable life... Sooo-ey! I LOVE RACISM!"
legally husband, practically he was EB....er i mean the murse... i mean male nurse, it's no wonder he railed the step daughterMach10 wrote:
Mostly I like the fact that she's more-or-less nonchalant about her HUSBAND railing her DAUGHTER.
All she cares about is that they won't take care of her anymore.
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She has an addiction. Just like smoking, gambling, drugs, whatever. The fact that she's fat doesn't make her any more or less worthy of scorn then a junky. What I think is messed up is that you have people who are in jail because they refused to be co-dependant for her. It's not a health issue like alzheimers where they've neglected her. What should have happened is that Social Services should have stepped in and had her institutionalized. Her addiction has obviously gotten way out of control to the point where it has become lethal.
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There's a lot of disturbing shit in the world. It doesn't surprise me that 2 people who are essentially held hostage by this womans addiction and manipulation find some degree of comfort in each other. I feel badly for them. They obviously were not equipped to handle her disease. The story seems to make them out as some kind of negligent and abusive people, when I think they are the victims.
There is something to be said about "enabling."stimpy wrote:There's a lot of disturbing shit in the world. It doesn't surprise me that 2 people who are essentially held hostage by this womans addiction and manipulation find some degree of comfort in each other. I feel badly for them. They obviously were not equipped to handle her disease. The story seems to make them out as some kind of negligent and abusive people, when I think they are the victims.
By allowing her addiction to progress to where it was, they are--in at least some way--responsible for the outcome.
Then again, we don't have the whole story, so it's difficult to comment accurately.
Personally, I was disturbed that the focus was more on her being alone with her habit, and that both herself and the press seemed rather blase that the daughter and father were engaging in what is UNIVERSALLY a taboo (and illegal) activity...
"Oh, this is too good. She thinks you're a servant... Cause you're black! This is greatest moment in my miserable life... Sooo-ey! I LOVE RACISM!"
Step father. Slightly less creepy. Just slightly.
Yes, there is something to be said for enabling. Just like I enabled my bro to kill himself by taking him to different counties' mental health services to get the medications that he repeatedly and willingly overdosed on until it finally did the trick on try # I lost count after 20 in a year. I tried to say no one tiime. I got a 3 pound glass ashtray thrown at my head.
Sometimes it isn't easy to say "no". Sometimes we live with the guilt for the rest of our lives for the consequences of our actions. I pity every single one of these people. It's a fucked up, fucked up situation. The lady needs to be institutionalized and the husband and daughter need some serious counseling. They're damaged goods now.
Yes, there is something to be said for enabling. Just like I enabled my bro to kill himself by taking him to different counties' mental health services to get the medications that he repeatedly and willingly overdosed on until it finally did the trick on try # I lost count after 20 in a year. I tried to say no one tiime. I got a 3 pound glass ashtray thrown at my head.
Sometimes it isn't easy to say "no". Sometimes we live with the guilt for the rest of our lives for the consequences of our actions. I pity every single one of these people. It's a fucked up, fucked up situation. The lady needs to be institutionalized and the husband and daughter need some serious counseling. They're damaged goods now.
OOOOOOOoooooooooooohhh.... :scratch:
I completely missed the "step" part.
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I agree that it's completely fucked up. Saying no really is hard.
But there's a difference between taking someone for treatment, and willingly handing over the instrument of destruction. Unfortunately it says a lot about the state of mental health that your brother WAS able to get ahold of this medication with apparant ease.
At least you tried to say no; I think that speaks loudly about your character, if that's any kind of consolation.
But at the end of the day, you (or anyone) could successfully argue that there was a point where your brother was not really responsible for his actions--much less were you responsible.
This woman CAN still make a choice.
Of course, that's my perception. I have no experience with chronic overeatting except as a sojourn in a psych class that I probably slept through.
Maybe I'm just going to stop just there... :scratch:
I completely missed the "step" part.
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I agree that it's completely fucked up. Saying no really is hard.
But there's a difference between taking someone for treatment, and willingly handing over the instrument of destruction. Unfortunately it says a lot about the state of mental health that your brother WAS able to get ahold of this medication with apparant ease.
At least you tried to say no; I think that speaks loudly about your character, if that's any kind of consolation.
But at the end of the day, you (or anyone) could successfully argue that there was a point where your brother was not really responsible for his actions--much less were you responsible.
This woman CAN still make a choice.
Of course, that's my perception. I have no experience with chronic overeatting except as a sojourn in a psych class that I probably slept through.
Maybe I'm just going to stop just there... :scratch:
"Oh, this is too good. She thinks you're a servant... Cause you're black! This is greatest moment in my miserable life... Sooo-ey! I LOVE RACISM!"