I've heard enough horror stories over the years about various airlines. The litany of gripes have impressed upon me that air travel is about as enjoyable as a barbed-wire enema. And it turns out that as a fat guy I can add one more graceless offense by airlines to expect, should I ever try to book a flight somewhere.
You've likely heard on the news, tabloids, or blogosphere this week that Southwest Airlines kicked writer/director Kevin Smith off an Oakland-to-Burbank flight last weekend because they deemed he was a "safety risk." What the hell does that mean, you ask? That's fancy legalese for "Hey, fatty! Put down the bag of Oreos and waddle your wide load off our plane, you fat f**k!"
I could go on about the whole controversy, but I'm sure there are cleverer bloggers out there who've already ranted on it. Plus, Kevin Smith summed up the whole thing perfectly on his Smodcast. Or you can sift through his Twitter page (@thatkevinsmith). You'll at least get the full context of the incident from him, as the news media has done a piss poor job so far in addressing the dispute. I was particularly surprised at the vitriol coming from an anti-obesity/pro-Southwest pundit, but that's what I deserve for recording an episode of Anderson Cooper 360--never again.
As if I wasn't already disheartened by United Airlines for losing and damaging luggage without remorse, or Air Canada and their abject customer service. Now, Southwest Airlines is declaring war on fat people.
Well, I'm not one to jump on a bandwagon, but I will echo Kevin Smith's sentiments as a fellow fatty. Go fuck yourself, Southwest.
I wonder if the trains hate fat people. Heck, I wonder if the trains even still run.
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