I think I know the parents of all those fat kids.
I have a good friend who has owned a transmission repair shop since he got back from Viet Nam in 1972. I spend a fair bit of time there and I see the parents come in.
Grown men who have to ask another grown man to check their transmission fluid for them.
Grown men who stop in to ask if they can borrow a pair of pliers because their garden hose at home is on too tight. That's right, they don't own their own pair of pliers.
Grown men who come in to ask if their 22 year old son, who lives at home, can have a job. Where is the son? He's out in the Suburban but didn't want to get out because a song he liked was on the radio.
Grown men who don't own a single gun and who "don't like guns".
I could go on and on but you get the picture.
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