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My Brother and McDonald's the EEEVILLLLL
Apr. 18th, 2007 09:51 amMy brother had a heart attack yesterday. I wish I could see him but he's 1800 miles away, and my parents swear the doctor says he'll be OK and out of the hospital soon, and that I don't need to go to Indiana. My mother promises that as soon as he's out, she'll smack him for both of us for scaring us half to death, and then hug him.
The craziness: He is 35. THIRTY-FIVE. He had two arteries to his heart which were completely blocked, and the doctor could not move or break the blockages at all. They were totally calcified. Thankfully other arteries are taking up the slack, mostly. Thus the heart attack. Drugs will not clear them up. He needs to totally change his lifestyle.
The problem? (Besides smoking and little exercise.) He eats McDonald's fast food constantly. He's worked at McDonald's for 17 years, and so five days a week, for 17 years, he's had McDonald's food for at least one, if not two, meals a day.
I hated McDonald's already because they have shit for pay and shit for insurance, despite his longevity there, and they are an evil giant corporation which brings in those strike-breakers and what-not whenever people in any store start asking for more. (Read FAST FOOD NATION, people. Read it now. Watch Super-Size Me.) And they lied about the vegetable oil in their fries (it contains beef fat), thus pissing off vegetarians and Hindu peoples worldwide. They are EEEEVILLLLL. More evil than other fast-food places, I would swear it. I don't advocate suing them; eating their food is a personal choice and no one put a gun to his head. But that doesn't mean I can't hate them the way I hate Wal-Mart.
He needs another job. But he's one of those quiet, sensitive people who just doesn't adapt well to new situations. Sigh.
McDonalds still evil. Brother doing OK. (I'm hoping the parents are telling me the truth here.)
The craziness: He is 35. THIRTY-FIVE. He had two arteries to his heart which were completely blocked, and the doctor could not move or break the blockages at all. They were totally calcified. Thankfully other arteries are taking up the slack, mostly. Thus the heart attack. Drugs will not clear them up. He needs to totally change his lifestyle.
The problem? (Besides smoking and little exercise.) He eats McDonald's fast food constantly. He's worked at McDonald's for 17 years, and so five days a week, for 17 years, he's had McDonald's food for at least one, if not two, meals a day.
I hated McDonald's already because they have shit for pay and shit for insurance, despite his longevity there, and they are an evil giant corporation which brings in those strike-breakers and what-not whenever people in any store start asking for more. (Read FAST FOOD NATION, people. Read it now. Watch Super-Size Me.) And they lied about the vegetable oil in their fries (it contains beef fat), thus pissing off vegetarians and Hindu peoples worldwide. They are EEEEVILLLLL. More evil than other fast-food places, I would swear it. I don't advocate suing them; eating their food is a personal choice and no one put a gun to his head. But that doesn't mean I can't hate them the way I hate Wal-Mart.
He needs another job. But he's one of those quiet, sensitive people who just doesn't adapt well to new situations. Sigh.
McDonalds still evil. Brother doing OK. (I'm hoping the parents are telling me the truth here.)
