Face it, folks.
When you're reading the phalloscraping primitive MoPaul, you're looking at a guy nearly 60 years old (he was born in 1950, if I recall correctly), who's spent his whole life wrapped up in anger and resentment. The phalloscraping primitive was one of the last victims of polio before that vaccine was developed during the mid-1950s, and one unfortunate side-effect of it is his remarkably big ass.
The phalloscraping primitive has posted photographs of himself before; that's one big one.
It's very sad such a thing happened to the phalloscraping primitive as a young lad, a fate one would not wish on anyone, even if a primitive, but bad things happen to people all the time, to all people.
What makes the phalloscraping primitive such a big-assed loser is his refusal to accept, adapt, and move on.
His Freudianly-obvious jealousy of the "physically fit" (in quotation marks, because things are not always as they seem to be) has crippled, deformed, stunted, the phalloscraping primitive far more than the polio virus ever did.