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@JambledUpWords, I agree with everything you posted except for the extreme optimism in thinking Jack anything less than incorrigible when it comes to filming himself throwing shit in a pot for the sake of producing a desired result. The whole reason the guy has a thirty four hundred page thread is because he has no business being around food, even to eat it (you could hand Jack a celery stick, and he would insist on sticking his tongue out to flick at its frenulum).
What makes Jack such a mythical lolcow is that he insists on substituting shit like this while pretending it's for the sake of someone else's diabetes: He simultaneously goes out of his way to pretend he isn't eating any of it, while going out of his way to convince Tammy he's allowed to eat all of it because "SHURGUR SUBSITOOTH!!!."
In reality, this morbidly obese woman resents any superficial effort her husband makes toward prolonging his life and her punishment. She is visibly sick to death of Jack and his nonstop bullshit to do with pretending his delusional, sanctimonious sense of importance is dependent upon somehow eating himself out of his problems (for the sake of bragging rights, rather than health) - Yet, she is entirely at fault for enabling and subsidizing it:
Tammy and her retarded parents seemingly can afford to pay for as many of Jack's failed do-overs, "sponsored" kitchen toys, and interstate outings to the wrong stores as he can think of, all so he can die perfectly spherical and eating bloody meat, while telling himself he's famous. TamHam also functions as his right arm in all of this nonsense while, again, visibly biting her tongue and hating his guts - Despite sharing all of his patently ungodly values (If she loves Jack, how could Heaven possibly be Heaven for her with Jack burning in Hell? If she hates Jack, how could it be Heaven with him there, pointing at Jesus and demanding extra sausage patties?).
Jack should be in a bottom-rung nursing home where he's constantly chastised for stealing other patients' desserts. The guy has no business inflicting his brand of evil upon the outside world - Yet we can thank Tammy for Jack living out his final years in a pole barn McMansion where she does everything she can to help him publicize every bit of his disgrace three days a week, for our recreational horror and amusement (rather than ever, ever telling him "No" outside of their sex life).
In a world where so few of us get to choose how others remember us, it's fascinating to me that Tammy does so much to ensure her husband's legacy has no room for anything but "FAT BASTARD."
What makes Jack such a mythical lolcow is that he insists on substituting shit like this while pretending it's for the sake of someone else's diabetes: He simultaneously goes out of his way to pretend he isn't eating any of it, while going out of his way to convince Tammy he's allowed to eat all of it because "SHURGUR SUBSITOOTH!!!."
In reality, this morbidly obese woman resents any superficial effort her husband makes toward prolonging his life and her punishment. She is visibly sick to death of Jack and his nonstop bullshit to do with pretending his delusional, sanctimonious sense of importance is dependent upon somehow eating himself out of his problems (for the sake of bragging rights, rather than health) - Yet, she is entirely at fault for enabling and subsidizing it:
Tammy and her retarded parents seemingly can afford to pay for as many of Jack's failed do-overs, "sponsored" kitchen toys, and interstate outings to the wrong stores as he can think of, all so he can die perfectly spherical and eating bloody meat, while telling himself he's famous. TamHam also functions as his right arm in all of this nonsense while, again, visibly biting her tongue and hating his guts - Despite sharing all of his patently ungodly values (If she loves Jack, how could Heaven possibly be Heaven for her with Jack burning in Hell? If she hates Jack, how could it be Heaven with him there, pointing at Jesus and demanding extra sausage patties?).
Jack should be in a bottom-rung nursing home where he's constantly chastised for stealing other patients' desserts. The guy has no business inflicting his brand of evil upon the outside world - Yet we can thank Tammy for Jack living out his final years in a pole barn McMansion where she does everything she can to help him publicize every bit of his disgrace three days a week, for our recreational horror and amusement (rather than ever, ever telling him "No" outside of their sex life).
In a world where so few of us get to choose how others remember us, it's fascinating to me that Tammy does so much to ensure her husband's legacy has no room for anything but "FAT BASTARD."
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