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Well we often wonder why Americans are so obese and hopeless.

Sad truth be told - most Americans are fat moo-cows (aka Heffers) waiting for that massive coronary mandated by the original Harry Potter (read: Jesus) to take you up to that MickyD's in Heaven.

Go to work, down 2L of Diet Coke b/c hey! its better for you than Coke!

Feel good about slamming a Double Whopper with Cheese down that grease and aspartame-soaked gullet of yours because you burned 2.35 calories spinning around on your office chair, and wash it all back when you get home with a 6-pack of Coors Light because it has less calories than any decent libation that can rightfully consider itself beer.

As it turns out, the American government is making your decision to not die at 45 increasingly economically unfeasible by massively subsidizing the shitty foods that kill you, and make you pay though your pocket for the things that don't kill you quite so fast. And as a side note, when was the last time the Federal Minimum Wage was raised, like 10 years ago?!

Who is this young man below me? O yes, the one that speaks freely on his values, and his violets, and what a shelter he has built for us all. An ironman at heart--> and into the night he goes, freewheeled, like 4x4's and shit. His name is Volker Speckhardt and he is an amazing soul with much love for cooking, and teaching. A very well rounded individual when it it comes to common term and common term strictly. "We jump high, and we live mighty, in front of backdrops elsewhere, we cheers each other with our precious elbows flared out to the side, about lip high, and we gaze into each others eyes..." says Speckhardt. This German is also recently engaged, which will indeed start a new chapter in his young heart.

Every time I've second guessed this--> I just know I'm out of my life, and into my mind - to post and worship, to create cornerstones for their children and make happy time as a friendly neighbor - the kind that mows your grass with out permission.

I found sacks of rice nailed to the walls and cracker crumbs at the foot of his bed, he laid there frail, and drenched in his own sweat, like a president. Me and my team at the time helped bring life back into this young man. Volker happens to be our greatest success yet, and may his heart always be blessed for just that reason. Long live Jesus.