Sex, Football and Politics

I am on the bus coming home from work today.

I got on the bus with a mother and her child. The child could not have been more than 6 months old. Maybe a few months older.

Mama was a big beautiful woman. I noticed a tattoo on her arm. I think it was the baby’s feet. I am not a fan of tats on a woman;s bicep–who the hell ever told them that was sexy– yet I could understand the gesture.

Some might call the woman, obese, to be polite. I guess, if my memory of the BMI, is correct, that she is.

Anyway, I am paying attention to my ride home. Thinking about where I am going to send resumes to in hopes to gain employment from someone else. There is no way I can work at a job where my boss can’t write the language though my google search of her leads me to believe she’s got a degree from the New School.

That’s for another post, though.

The people sitting in front of me, blocking my view from the Mother and her child get up. That’s when my sadness sets in.

The Mama is feeding her little girl McDonald’s.

No burger that I could detect. Just fries and an oversized soda.

It broke my heart. Little child may be facing the same challenges her mother is, struggling with weight, maybe disease such as heart and diabetes.

I know, I know, fat man, you who needs to lose about 100 pounds, what are you doing writing about this? Everyone is doing it. Children are dying at the hands of abuse as I type. Why don’t I focus on that. It is the parent’s right to feed the child what she wants.

I just believe it is something that could be controlled, and that we have to leave our children in a better place than when we bought them here.

And McDonalds, the Pharmacetical companies that produce the drugs to combat the disease, continue to get paid.

What will that little girl pay? That is my question.