Just look at those fat slobs – Judge Dredd #33

I know nothing about Judge Dredd.  The only factoids I once knew were blotted out in mental self defense after I suffered through the Sly Stallone interpretation of the character and his environs.

But I do like the art of Brian Bolland.  You have to appreciate his attention to detail.  His faces have stubble, for criminy’s sake.

The main reason I bought this comic this past week was his depiction of the two fat tubs on the cover and the poor guy sandwiched between them.  I feel for that poor dude.  About ten years ago, when I was in my first year of law school, I’d occasionally shut my law textbooks (who am I kidding, I never cracked the damn things open) and would head out for a nice run on the D.C. streets.  In that first year I lived in an apartment right next to the Smithsonian’s National Zoo, and there was always a lot of pedestrian traffic on sidewalks going to and from there.  Everyone was excited to see those stupid giant pandas.  It was during those runs that I realized how fat and disgusting we are in this country.  When I had to go around people on the sidewalks, I had to go around them, if you catch my drift.  It was like running through a gauntlet of boulders.  We’re talking people with fat rolls that make them look like the Michelin Man. 

It got on my nerves, and those blimps on Bolland’s cover made me think of that.

I’ll climb down off of my high horse now.  I don’t like making fun of people with weight problems. Hell, 90% of the people in my family have issues with their weight.  So please, pardon my belated venting.

I will admit, though, that the trays that those two slugs are wearing like necklaces would come in handy during football season.  I wouldn’t even have to lean forward to grab food off of the coffee table.  Convenient.