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January 16, 2016

Hemingway, alas, was not around, but a family from the Gulf was.

To call it a freak show would be too charitable for my taste. (Bearded ladies and Siamese midgets have nothing on this bunch.)
Dark brown, obese, Concorde-nosed children wearing Versace jumpsuits in leopard prints had six white bodyguards with earpieces jumping at their commands. The mother’s corpulence reminded me of a beached sunfish I had once plugged out dead off a Florida Key. Her only movement was guiding chips from her plate into her ravenous mouth. She wore Kardashian-like clothes with a winter beanie on her head with a fur ball on top. The husband was even more absorbed than the wife in his french fries. He looked angry and plebeian, a brutal lump of jelly, except when indulging his children while they screamed abuse at the bodyguards. Terror on the Slopes - Taki's Magazine

Posted by gerardvanderleun at January 16, 2016 3:54 PM. This is an entry on the sideblog of American Digest: Check it out.

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