💼 Careercow Jack Russell Scalfani / Cooking With Jack / Jack on the Go Show / jakatak - YouTube "Celebrity" "Chef", Living Encyclopedia of Gluttony-Induced Maladies, Salmonella Elemental

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When will Jack drop dead?

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Power level, the rotato chickens come in a plastic bag filled with blood, it's not the regular chicken for the customers.

Yeah I don't know how the myth became so prevalent that the rotisserie chickens are chickens from the meat department that were about to go bad. Grocery stores sell so many that there's no way there would ever be enough chickens to go around if they were just relying on whatever didn't sell in the meat department.
 
Jacks endgame will likely be the extreme levels of protein in his system pushing his likely fucked kidneys over the edge. Between his obesity, gluttony, and his blood sugars, they have to be already damaged, if not hanging on by a thread, and excessive protein will just strain them further. Kidney failure would be the genuine death timer for Jack - no way he gets a transplant, and even with Dialysis and carefully managed diets in otherwise healthy people, he'd be lucky to last a couple years. Much healthier people often only make it five.
A kidney failure arc would be quite nice, even though it’d be completely predictable. We all know that Jack would treat dialysis as the sole measure needed to maintain himself, and would make zero changes anywhere else. He’d dutifully (though begrudgingly) go to the clinic 3-4 times a week, and then pig out just the same as he is now once he leaves.

What I’m wondering about is the degree to which his health would need to dramatically fail in order for him to lose the energy to continue posting on social media or YouTube. His rampant narcissism ensures that he’d walk waddle bitch at Tammy to wheel him over broken glass to get his fix. IIRC, once he was out of his coma after his last serious hospitalization, he posted a pic of hospital windows from a wheelchair. YouTube postings would almost surely be the first to run dry, owing to the extra effort needed. But he will definitely continue whining on Facebook as long as he’s able to use a smartphone- he would have to be comatose or in a state of sickness that precludes him from any activity outside of lying down in extreme pain in order for that to stop.
 
I can understand the fact that his stomach is probably stretched out from a lifetime of gorging himself, and thus probably doesn't feel the same level of physical discomfort and bloatedness most of us would feel from the sheer quantities of food he consumes, but what about the rest of the bodily discomforts? Does he not get painfull sodium water retention swelling in his hands and feet after salt laden meals? Doesn't he feel the same throbbing headaches from his ever rising blood pressure? The queasy acid reflex froom a greasy meal?

It's like watching a train wreck. It's fascinating and grotesque and I can't look away at what he manages to put his body through.
You don't understand that this has been Fatty's "normal" for probably 30 years now. He either assumes EVERYONE has these issues and thus they aren't issues, or he's just so used to it he doesn't even notice anymore. It's going to be the same for most of these older deathfats who have been like this for decades. They're so used to the constant problems, that it isn't a problem for them. Anyone else would see things like you mentioned as something to avoid on a regular basis. And that's even before getting to Fatty's problem of being such a self centered asshole that he doesn't notice what other people do.
 
or he's just so used to it he doesn't even notice anymore
This is exactly why he openly wept when his dead claw was momentarily brought back to life via electro-nerve therapy as if it was a life-changing development and why as soon as he left the home he didn't give a shit about PT or literally any measure to capitalize on his gains. Jack, like so many deathfats, exists in the Eternal Now, and Now means FUD and SIDDOWN. Nothing else is important, not even regaining body function.
 
A kidney failure arc would be quite nice, even though it’d be completely predictable. We all know that Jack would treat dialysis as the sole measure needed to maintain himself, and would make zero changes anywhere else. He’d dutifully (though begrudgingly) go to the clinic 3-4 times a week, and then pig out just the same as he is now once he leaves.

What I’m wondering about is the degree to which his health would need to dramatically fail in order for him to lose the energy to continue posting on social media or YouTube. His rampant narcissism ensures that he’d walk waddle bitch at Tammy to wheel him over broken glass to get his fix. IIRC, once he was out of his coma after his last serious hospitalization, he posted a pic of hospital windows from a wheelchair. YouTube postings would almost surely be the first to run dry, owing to the extra effort needed.

Apparently, dialysis is quite effective in clearing alcohol from the bloodstream; if you drink heavily and undergo dialysis shortly afterward, you will probably clear up and not even see the shadow of a hangover.

We also know that, while the fear of Tammy Senior keeps Jack mostly on the dry side of the aisle, Fatty Doo Doo does love his booze.

If Mr Cornivor ever runs into that bit of info, I am looking forward to the day we'll see him post a drunk Jack on the Go from the dialysis room, hugging an empty bottle of Jack Daniels and pissing off every nurse and doctor within earshot with double-slurred whining.
 
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Apparently he still reads comments on his old videos. This one is from that Valentine Romantic Dinner video.
 
What I’m wondering about is the degree to which his health would need to dramatically fail in order for him to lose the energy to continue posting on social media or YouTube.
He'd die before giving up on posting about how he was correct about his Carnivore diet, even if it means having Tammy epoxying his phone to his hand and using voice chat to tell people he's healthier than he's ever been before slumping over in his scooter.
 
Jack would have to be paralyzed and unable to speak for him to stop using any form of social media.
 
This is exactly why he openly wept when his dead claw was momentarily brought back to life via electro-nerve therapy as if it was a life-changing development and why as soon as he left the home he didn't give a shit about PT or literally any measure to capitalize on his gains. Jack, like so many deathfats, exists in the Eternal Now, and Now means FUD and SIDDOWN. Nothing else is important, not even regaining body function.
Hell, it's more basic than that.

If you lost your ability to wipe your own ass, but knew you could regain that ability, wouldn't you do it? Fatty could still have a dead arm, and be overweight but have enough mobility that he could at least shit and not require assistance.
 
If you lost your ability to wipe your own ass, but knew you could regain that ability, wouldn't you do it? Fatty could still have a dead arm, and be overweight but have enough mobility that he could at least shit and not require assistance.
I am allways asking myself how much dignity or face does this guy have? He knows exactly what he's doing & realisticaly he should know that he shovels his own grave. Either he eats grass the next time, or he's in a more vegetable state where he's bed ridden & Tammy has to do service for him 24/7.
 
Let’s be honest, vegetables are only as good as the cook that makes them. His autistic rage against vegetables says more about his savant ability to screw up the simplest dish than anything else.

I get that it’s part of his cosplay as a ketotard, but it’s not like he ate fruit and vegetables before that. Jack knows only three vegetables: salsa, pizza, and tortilla chips.
 
I am allways asking myself how much dignity or face does this guy have? He knows exactly what he's doing & realisticaly he should know that he shovels his own grave. Either he eats grass the next time, or he's in a more vegetable state where he's bed ridden & Tammy has to do service for him 24/7.
I don’t think it’s about dignity. It has always been about laziness with him. I mean look at his channel, some of his more “popular” (if you can call them that) recipes are lazy man dishes. If he can find a shortcut for something, you know damn well he will take it. I think this same thought/theory/life mantra spills over into his every day life. “God will heal my arm” rather than putting in the effort for physical therapy after the 2018 stroke was the ultimate lazy man’s lasagna.

I really think the only reason he showed us the video with him at the nursing home doing therapy was because either Tammy put her foot down (lol), or because the insurance told him flat out he had to do it or they wouldn’t cover the hospital stay. I don’t know, I guess it’s possible he got some motivation after it happened, but only to get the next Arby’s meal.

He always falls off the wagon on these health regiments. He did it with p90x, he did it with profile by Fatford, and now just when he allegedly was turning a corner with the latest stroke (“I am walking without a cane, praise Jesus!”….sure you are Jack) he sabotages himself yet again with eating whole chickens in one sitting.

It’s only a matter of time until the next health incident.

Many such cases.
 
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