Banksters rule.

G1, kit lens.

Brought to you by the people who helped destroy a generation of Americans, suitably annotated. Quite stunning chutzpah.

In San Francisco.

A reader writes: “I remember when the BofA installed their black granite sculpture at California and Kearney, ’69 or thereabouts. Herb Caen referred to it as the Banker’s Heart.”

Thank you, Brian N.

Supersize me.

G1, kit lens.

There’s someone for everyone.

In Carmel, CA.

Trigger happy.

G1, kit lens.

There’s actually a significant slice of the US population which believes the Second Amendment to the Constitution allows this sort of thing, which says more about them than I can.

Watch you lookin’ at?

G1, kit lens, ISO 320.

In San Francisco.

End of Empire.

G1, kit kens @30mm, 1/640, f/13, ISO 320

It’s not that I search out obesity in my street snaps.

It’s that it is simply impossible to avoid it.

America’s gluttony is not restricted to oil. It also shows a serious addiction to fat and sugar.

I wouldn’t mind so much – hey, it’s your body and your premature death only helps the gene pool – but for the fact that fat ugly cows like the one above penalize me for my healthy life choices.

Every time I deny myself that extra sugared drink or hamburger, this lump of lard eats it for me. She uses more gas to eat it, more gas to have it delivered, more gas to move her enormous behind, and sure as hell, my health insurance premiums subsidize her miserable life replete with coronaries and diabetes. And you can bet she smokes, too.

I can only cry for the poor baby in the picture. What possible chance can it have in the Land of the Fat?

Snapped on Fisherman’s Wharf in San Francisco where most of the revolting food on sale is deep fried.

This cow’s sister is here.