That’s a neat attitude for a super Christian. Why be alive and live the life God gave you and nurture and help the family you were blessed with thrive when there are restaurants to harass and chicken to undercook? Why not destroy the body which is a temple (that’s in the fucking Bible Jack) with garbage and having multiple strokes and salmonella bouts? Sorry, y’all. His self righteous bullshit is probably the thing I despise about him most and when I see these little quotes it makes me gnash my teeth a bit.“If all you can eat is vegetables, why be alive at all?” asked the 300-pounder.
IDK, Jack. To spend some more time with your family? Watch your kids start their own families, give you grandchildren? Watch your grandchildren grow up, go to school, become adults? If not for the family, then maybe to enjoy life a bit longer. Travel. Read. Paint. Just sit on your fucking porch and listen to the world, to the singing of birds, the honey-sweet sough of wind as it rustles through the trees. If nature’s not your thing, then maybe to see how the world changes in five years or ten years or, by god’s grace, a generation?
Then again, I imagine none of these are remotely comparable to the orgasmic feeling of pig fat dripping down your chin as you devour a rack of ribs slathered in sugary bbq sauce.