Yeah, under the reinforced boardwalk, down by the sea, yeah
On a mobility scooter with my obese tatted baby is where I’ll be

Out of the sun
(Under the boardwalk) We’ll be havin’ some funnel cake
(Under the boardwalk) People waddling above
(Under the boardwalk) We’ll be fallin’ in love with fried oreos & fudge
(Under the boardwalk) Yeah (riding the tramcar instead of walking)

By Jim Quinn - August 14, 2023

We finished our vacation week in Wildwood. No more stories about drunken nights at the Shamrock. It is now a construction site, with new $800,000 cookie cutter condos slated to replace a famous institution, which gave me unlimited fodder for at least two dozen articles about the crazy nights spent at our favorite bar over the last fifteen years.

We still see Billy Jack, as he regularly plays at The Cove, two blocks from the old Shamrock, but it isn’t the same. There is another construction boom in Wildwood, but I won’t be lured into buying at the top again. I’ll wait for the crash that may never come. But some things never change in good old Wildwood. It’s lucky they replaced a good chunk of the boardwalk, because I don’t think the old boards could support the obese land whales waddling towards the funnel cake stand or racing down the boards on their mobility scooters to buy a fried twinkie washed down by a 128 ounce lemonade (extra sugar) on one of their eight credit cards.

As with my years driving on the 30 Blocks of Squalor, I can’t help but observe, in real time, the decline of our culture and the rapid demise of self-respect and adherence to some standard of community normality. After walking many miles on the beach and boardwalk, and observing from our condo deck and on our couple outings to local restaurants and bars, I think I can come to some conclusions about the general state of affairs in this country. And it ain’t a positive picture.

Now let me be clear, not everyone in Wildwood fits the generalizations I will be making. There are many fit healthy people jogging and biking everyday. There are many normal traditional families with cute kids all over the beaches and boardwalk. The normies are just not the majority anymore. We’ve clearly reached a tipping point and I don’t think there is a path back to normality and the traditional living arrangements which helped grow this country and made it a desirable place to live and raise a family.

We spent quite a few hours strolling on the boardwalk and the sights were breathtaking to behold, and not in a good way. An hour on the Wildwood boardwalk is all you need to confirm we have an obesity crisis in this country. The comparison of a picture of the people on the boardwalk in the 1960’s versus a picture from today is all you need to confirm the downward spiral of our species.

1960’s

Today

Young, middle aged, and old are all impacted by this self inflicted disease of consumption. Wildwood attracts so many fat asses, it actually has a store that rents out rascals for the week. Most of the rascals are not for people with disabilities, but for hippopotamuses too slothful or too corpulent to walk.

As I was walking down the ramp onto the beach one day a turbo-charged rascal blazed past me onto the beach driven by a rotund bearded 40 something year old. He hopped off his souped up four wheeler and grabbed his ginormous cooler, likely filled with manufactured foodstuff designed to make him even fatter. Three hours later as we were leaving the beach he was planted under a pink cabana tent eating to his heart’s delight. At least until his looming heart attack and sudden death.

The real question is how did over half the population become obese over the last fifty years. Every individual does ultimately control what they jam down their gullets, so much of the blame can be placed squarely on the individual. Eating as a way to be happy or way to cure depression or way to fulfill some unmet psychological need will ultimately lead to obesity. But there is more to it than individual weakness. The powers that be are masters of psychological manipulation through propaganda, disguised as marketing.

Our corporate fascist state is only concerned with wealth, power and control. They have created the toxic foodstuff designed to make us fat, lazy, and pliable. They create the marketing campaigns designed to convince the masses this crap food is actually good for them. The mega-corporations peddling this noxious mixture of chemical foodstuff get rich. The politicians and government bureaucrats get rich from payoffs by mega-corporations who create the obesity and the Big Pharma scum who sell fake cures for the maladies related to the obesity. And the real ruling class benefit from an apathetic, diseased, non-rebellious populace, focused on the 124 flavors of ice cream choices at their local obesity palace.

They take advantage of weaknesses inherent in all humans. They push the masses towards committing the seven deadly sins: pride, greed, wrath, envy, lust, gluttony and sloth. Their propaganda convinces the masses to do whatever they are told. The covid scam is a perfect example of their power. They particularly know how to addict large swaths of the population to products and what they declare fashionable. The beaches and boardwalks of Wildwood provide ample evidence of their power.

Wanting to be part of an exclusive clique and the desire for status symbols, so others will find you interesting and worthy of recognition seems to be a driving influence for a vast segment of the population, spurred on by the ruling elite. The rich strut like peacocks by flaunting their 12 bathroom $10 million mansions, $200,000 Mercedes, Rolex watches, vacations on exotic islands, and memberships in exclusive golf clubs. The poor and middle class aren’t rich, so they must seek attention in alternative ways. And so they do.

Before this century, tattoos were not common among the general population. Men in the military would have tattoos related to . . .

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