The gigantic primitive's a long and tragic story, Delilah.
By the way, my fourth nephew and his wife presented the world with an heiress this morning, near Chicago, and named her "Delilah." I have no idea why, but suspect it's a cultural thing, given that the niece-in-law is from a culture not the standard one.
Anyway.
The gigantic primitive wanted to have a "fun life" when he was a little lad, scorning real work, and so took off for Last Vegas some twenty years ago to become a card-dealer in one of the casinos.
He dealt cards at tables there for many years, and one of the side-benefits of the job was all one could eat and drink (non-alcoholic, of course) while on duty.
A big shot in the casino, and probably he wanted people to know it.
I've followed the gigantic primitive for some time, and it appears to me that he began putting on about a pound a week, or circa fifty pounds a year (he recently turned 40 years of age), and then found himself an elephantine 550, 560, pounds.
Even sitting at a table dealing cards became too physically arduous--or perhaps he started breaking chairs--and so he had to quit. The wife, who is no Twiggy, had a job with medical insurance.
The gigantic primitive, sitting at home all day in front of the boob tube for a few more years--well, you know what happens there.
An obvious case of morbid obesity, the gigantic primitive.
It's very sad, and I mean that.
Anyway, so the gigantic primitive recently started getting taxpayer-financed social security "disability" checks, and because his wife is losing her job, the gigantic primitive is losing the insurance, and having to go on taxpayer-financed Medicaid now.
The gigantic primitive has whined, constantly, about medical services given him under a blue-ribbon private health-insurance plan.....one suspects the gigantic primitive's in for a rude surprise, when he gets all that "free" medical service, paid for by other people.
The primary problem the gigantic primitive has is his utter lack of gratitude.
I was greatly disappointed the latest bonfire by the gigantic primitive didn't include anything about that nice guy, the bus driver, who drives him around to see the sights of Last Vegas. Those stories are hilarious.