Food lovers of America, a revolutionary new synthetic fat-substitute wonder-substance created under my direction has at last been approved by the FDA and will soon reach your supermarket shelves: Olestra. This exciting substance allows you to eat more of the foods you enjoy, without having to change your lifestyle one bit. Imagine that, fat America, you gluttonous fucking pigs. For youpink-faced, perfumed fat ladies who coyly sneak heaps of greased chips, creme candies and lard bars at work during your dead-end clerical jobs. Or you heaving, walrus-shaped dullards who scratch your sweaty testicles while sitting in front of the TV lapping up cheese puffs, buttermilk, double-stuff cookies, and caramel-covered popcorn. Yes, imagine the unimaginable, you bloated, artery-clogged idiots. You can celebrate my invention in the manner which befits your disgusting existenceby stuffing your loathsome, wormy, gelatinous mouths until you burst. Without the risk of getting fatter. Im not even going to mention the benefits for all the young women who can now amply feed their societally induced neuroses over body image. Im just talking to you, fatties. Does Olestra have any side effects? You bet it does. Nutrient depletion, gastrointestinal upset, acute diarrhea and nominal anal leakage. Thats right, watery shit is going to dribble down your log-like oafish legs. But what do you care? Whats one or two more repulsive personal characteristics to you? So just keep popping those Hostess Cupcakes in your mouth like theyre Tic Tacs, you blimps. Does it sound like Im insulting you, you greasy, fat fucks? I suppose I am. But what are you going to do? Chase after me, huffing and puffing, for about six or eight yards before your arteries clog up and you have to stop? Or maybe youll threaten to not eat my exciting new fat substitute? I doubt it. That would take self-control. You have no choice! What else can you do but eat Olestra? Eat a balanced diet? How about walk to the post office? Sound horrific? Id better stop before you have a heart attack because you forgot to take your I got so fat Im going to die medication. Lastly, I thank you, you lard-asses, as I stand to profit handsomely from Olestra, all thanks to your laughable obesity. And to think I could have had a career in adolescent Leukemia research, scraping for grant money like a beggar. Hah! I laugh at not-for-profits now that I have been shown the true glory of the Market. Long live the Market! Long live fatties! Dr. Stuart Halcome, M.D. Chief Food Scientist Olestra Development Team The preceding letter is an advertorial. The opinions expressed do not necessarily represent the opinions of The selfnews. 