These are our citizens.

So, after watching three straight House episodes in an attempt to empty out the DVR library, normal television programming kicked in just in time for Deep Fried Paradise.

Just in time to watch some flush-faced, Midwestern good ol' boy hold a piece of chicken fried bacon dunked in gravy at eye level, stare lustfully and longingly at it while saying, "Fat on fat... heart attack waiting to happen."  And then eat it.

I waver between nausea at the stupidity of knowingly eating something that is so clearly bad for you and laughing while doing it... and wanting to thank them for my continued job security, you know, once the economy decides to stop taking a dump in my life and erasing all the job opportunities.  People will continue to eat crap, continue to not modify their modifiable risk factors and then I'll see them post coronary artery bypass surgery- monitoring their chest tubes, their mechanical ventilation, their urine output, their bandage changes, their vasoactive drips...

Nasty.