the country with One Single Fat Man

Somewhere in this beautiful, jumpy and ever-smaller World there is a unique country. The only one on the face of the Earth with One Single Fat Man. Everybody else is thin and fit, fringing the anorexic nature of the species. No cholesterol perils there. They`re all wiry, almost gravity challenged. Kept on the earth only by their duty to nourish the Fat One .The few millions of scrawny people love, I dare say even seem to worship, the Fat One. They feed him with their food, their lives, their blood sometimes. And the Fat One takes it all. He`s continuously putting on lard, thriving on the emaciated ones ‘minds. Yes, he`s especially gobbling on their brains. He preaches them in hateful hysterical squeals about how special they are. About the honoring pride they should take for the opportunity of being bony. The huuuge sacrifice that he`s making in taking upon him the course of fleshiness, the execrable round, poor ergonomic form. He sells them dreams of power and promises that he`s going to make their country great again. He`s forces himself upon nations by any juvenile-dangerous means possible, and is ever-ready to push that goddamn button.