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Famous Fat People

Galen, a first century Roman physician, reported meeting Nichomachus of Smyrna – a man who was so heavy that he could not move nor be moved from his bed. Other ancient texts cite the case of an unnamed Roman senator who was only able to walk when two slaves carried his belly for him, and another yarn of an Egyptian pharaoh whose belly was broader than the ‘span of a man’s outstretched arms’.

The Dutch physician Hermann Boerhaave once observed a man who took his meals at a table that ‘had been cut away in a semicircle to accommodate his circumference’. Furthermore the man ‘not having slaves to help him, used a sling worn around his shoulders to carry his belly’.

In 1889, an attempt was made to put a young French woman in Plaisance on exhibit. It was said that ‘eight men could not move her from her room’. As it turned out, she couldn’t fit through the door and the idea of exhibition was abandoned.

AND FURTHERMORE :

On March 13, 1770 a man was born in Leicester in England whose name would enter into the English language to be synonymous with colossal. Daniel Lambert was a fairly rotund man in his youth; healthy and stout. He was of average height and born unto average parents, he had two sisters and a younger brother – all of whom were average as well. He was an active man and unusually strong. At the age of 20, as his mass started to grow – he consciously remained active and watched his diet. However, in the 1790’s Daniel took over his father’s position as keeper of Leicester prison – and took up a stationary lifestyle. In 1793, he weighed 448 pounds – in a time when the greatest weight ever medically recorded in England was around 616 pounds. Despite his weight, Lambert was still quite strong and showed little sign of fatigue as he gave swimming and hunting lessons. However, his weight continued and in 1801, at 560 pounds, he could no longer hunt, his horse simply could not bear his weight. In 1805, his prison closed down and, after a brief time as a recluse and ballooning to a legitimate 700 pounds, he took to exhibiting himself for profit.

Lambert was an exceptionally bright man, possessed of a razor wit and while most came to see him out of interest and respect – he did have to deal with the occasional heckler. His retorts were legendary. On one particular occasion an obnoxious fellow was persistent and adamant in knowing the cost of Lamberts waistcoat – a rather rude question in that era – when Lambert politely refused to answer the question the heckler remarked that since he had paid a shilling (the cost of admission) toward the cost of the coat, he had a right to demand any information about it. ‘Sir,’ replied Lambert, ‘I can assure you that if I knew what part of my coat your shilling would pay for, I would cut out that piece.’

During his lifetime, Lambert was the subject of many writings including the Medical and Physical Journal, countless flyers, newspapers and caricatures and even appeared in the Memoirs of Charles Mathews (a popular actor of the era). He rubbed elbows with the affluent in influential of the time. He met King George III, visiting officers of Napoleon, royalty, ambassadors and even an elderly Josef Boruwlaski – certainly a stunning meeting as the biggest man of that time met the smallest.

When Lambert died in 1808, still in relative good health except for nagging knees, he weighed in at 739 pounds. His waist measured 9 feet and 4 inches. He was immensely popular due to his wit and easy going nature. People were in awe of not only his size, but of his spirit as well. Many regarded him as a true jovial, gentle giant – a reputation that would carry to the big jolly sideshow men and women who would follow in his ample shoes for decades.

Following his death, Lambert was featured in his own biography: The Life of that Wonderful and Extraordinary Heavy Man, the late Daniel Lambert. He was also featured in Granger’s Wonderful Museum and Magazine Extraordinary, Smeeton’s Biographia Curiosa. He is referred to in great novels like Barry Lyndon, Vanity Fair and even Charles Dickenson’s Nicholas Nickleby. Lambert’s popularity even spread to America following his death as P.T. Barnum displayed a wax version of Lambert, dressed in a suit of clothing purchased from the Lambert estate. During Barnum’s museum fire of 1865 – the wax representation was fittingly too heavy to rescue.

It was also Dickens who, in his magazine Household Words forever cemented the name Daniel Lambert with hugeness. Even today, there are numerous Pubs, Taverns and Inns named after Lambert – with the keepers hoping the clientele will associate the name with ample portions of food and drink. Oddly enough, Lambert likely suffered from a pituitary obesity – he reputedly never ate a large meal or drank beer.

The Mountainous Human Marvel is all but gone now, with only one Fat Man, Howard Huge, still traveling. The obese are no longer looked upon in wonder, interest and awe – rather with disgust and insensitivity. In fact just a few short years ago, at St. Martin’s churchyard in Stamford, someone spray-painted the word FATTY on Lambert’s tombstone.

Adapted from the book The Two Headed Boy by Jan Bondeson .

Monkey to Human Testicle Transplant!!

A surgeon by the name of Serge Voronoff, will live on in medical infamy for performing transplants which, while at the time (late 1800s) were lauded as genius, would eventually disgrace him.

Voronoff’s hypothesis was this: hormones, like testosterone produced by the testes, would reverse aging by a process he called “rejuvenation.” One of his first experiments used himself as a test subject. He injected ground up dog and guinea pig testicles under his own skin, but was disappointed when this did not result in any verifiable effect. He reasoned that living grafts of testicular tissue, rather than injections, would have a more dramatic and lasting rejuvenation effect. (READ MORE)

My Father Sent This…

My Wife Parked This Truck…

These Kids Are 6 & 7 Years Old!.. Where The Hell Is Child Protective Services?.. JonBenet Anyone?.. This Is Why The IslamoTerrorists Want To Kill Us.

View this sick video HERE

These Are Real Headlines…

MAN HELD OVER GIANT L.A. BRUSH FIRE

TUNA BITING OFF WASHINGTON COAST

THUGS EAT THEN ROB PROPRIETOR

FARMER BILL DIES IN HOUSE

The 300… Feline Style

How Much LSD Does It Take to Kill an Elephant?

Who in their right mind would give a huge dose of a psychotropic substance to an elephant, just to see what happened? Well, the year was 1962, and someone did just that. And, as icing on the cake, they got a Science paper out of it.

The Experiment

The subject was a 14-year-old male Indian elephant named Tusko being housed at the Lincoln Park Zoo. As previous research had suggested that high doses to LSD were needed to get perceivable effects in “lower animals,” they decided to start with a 0.1 mg/kg dose of LSD for Tusko. That came to about 297 milligrams (in 5 mL of water, injected intramuscularly) of LSD for 7000 pound Tusko. The injection was delivered via a pressurized CO2 dart gun. For comparison, the threshold dosage for an effect in people is around 20-30 micrograms and a recreational 3+ hour dose would be around 100-200 micrograms.  (READ MORE)

Courtesy of Retrospectacle

Shelley Batts is the author of Retrospectacle and a Neuroscience PhD candidate at the University of Michigan. She studies hair cell regeneration in the cochlea, and is just embarking on that quixotic quest called ‘thesis.’ She lies awake at night pondering how science intersects with politics, culture, policy, money, medicine, and religion in an attempt to be more than just a niche scientist sitting in the oh-so-lovely ivory tower.

You can vote for her to get a scholarship HERE 

Today’s Insults –

One more wrinkle and you’d pass for a prune. – Unknown

We all spring from apes, but you didn’t spring far enough. – unknown

This is no battle of wits between you and me. I never pick on somebody who is unarmed.   – Myumi from Okinawa

In California, they don’t throw their garbage away – they make it into TV shows. - Woody Allen

Rehabistan… Dealing With Heroin Problems In Afghanistan.

Is This Any Worse Than The American Parents Who “NyQuil” Their Kids To Sleep?

This poster is real. It means, “Hey, please don’t blow heroin Opium smoke in your baby’s face anymore.” (READ MORE)

Another Time Waster… An Addictive Little Game.

ESCAPA!

Thailand’s Beloved King Hospitalized

Please Join Los Cuatro Ojos In Wishing His Majesty King Bhumibol Adulyadej A Speedy Recovery And Many More Years On The Throne That He Has Occupied Compassionately And Wisely For The Past 60 Years.

(Story HERE)

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A Birthday Calculator

Lot’s Of Fun Info About You When You Put In Your Birthday.

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Mexigoths… I Live In Arizona And I’ve Never Seen One Of These…

They’re Mexican, they’re goth—they’re Mexigoths. We’ve seen a lot of attention given to the subcultures of Mexican Morrissey fans and Mexican skaters like in Larry Clark’s Wassup Rockers, but what about good old-fashioned corpse-painted, ruffle-wearing goths? The Mexigoth scene in LA is huge. They have clubs that cater specifically to them (Club London, Chamber) and their own bands (Hocico, Dulce Liquido). Why haven’t we seen these Mexican goths until now? Is it because they usually travel only in shadows and mystery, by night, like fugitives from the world of the living? Or maybe it’s that under all the white pancake makeup, it’s hard to tell Mexican from not Mexican? Could it be that goth knows no race? Hmm… (READ MORE) @ ViceLand

Is This A Real Magazine Cover?

There’s nothing wrong with gays making out in public… but dead people? Is that even legal?

Is This You?

On the Origin of Grandmas

They pinch your cheeks, knit you sweaters and feed you mountains of mashed potatoes. Is that why you’re still alive?

According to a 1997 survey from the American Journal of Sociology, fewer than 60% of U.S. women live within an hour’s drive of their parents, meaning that many grandparents have been relegated to matters of vacations, Christmases and birthday cards.

This peripheral role of grandparents is a relatively new phenomenon – especially for grandmothers. For thousands of years grandmothers helped with child care, domestic chores, even food gathering. In fact, anthropologists have argued that the effect of grandmotherly care on child survival was so potent that it shaped some of our most basic biology: menopause, cognitive decline, even longevity itself.

These evolutionary benefits of grandmothering evaporate when grandmas no longer live with (or near) their grandchildren. Studies have also suggested that only youthful grandparents provide discernible benefits to child health. So as the distance between grandparents and children grows, both in geography and in age, does this spell the end to the grandmother effect?  READ MORE

Let’s See Uncle Annie Get Out Of This One!

Ann Coulter on CNBC Show: Jews Need ‘Perfecting’

Appearing on Donny Deutsch’s CNBC show, “The Big Idea,” on Monday night, columnist/author Ann Coulter suggested that the U.S. would be a better place if there weren’t any Jewish people and that they had “perfected” themselves into — Christians.

It led Deutsch to suggest that surely he couldn’t mean that, and when she insisted she did, he said this sounded “anti-Semitic.”

Check Out This Video Of Antagonistic Annie HERE

10-12 (CNN) Author Anne Coulter has raised more than a few eyebrows with her latest remarks. During an interview with CNBC, the columnist and author made a comment about jews. Carol Costello has the story.

And this thing calls itself a “practicing christian”… You know what gives me brain farts?… Trying to picture this thing anywhere on a Sunday morning except crawling out of some basement tranny bar in Soho smelling like sweat, cigarettes and bathroom spritz machine Jean Nate´.

Is this creature representative of Christianity’s mainstream now?.. My shaky commitment to the organized religion of my ancestors is even more in doubt if that’s the case… At any rate… I happen to like my Jewish friends in their “un-perfected” state just fine… I look forward to the day Annie finally… on some tv show no less… falls down foaming at the mouth and biting herself… And I hope her “All Occasion” li’l black dress hikes up to show the world her “biggest secret”. There is absolutely no doubt in my mind that this undead creature is the love slave of Dick Cheney and sleeps hanging upside down from the rafters of the “undisclosed bunker.”

Somebody… please put this rabid ferret out of my misery!

MY ODE TO ANN COULTER:

That Ann-I-Am, that Ann-I-Am… I do not like that Ann-I-Am!

And I would put her in a box and I would make her eat some Lox.

And I would throw her from a plane and hope she lands before a train.

The loot she rakes in from her books… She doesn’t use to fix her looks.

She only owns that one black dress…It’s old! It reeks!… It’s such a mess!

She spews such hate, such filth, such slime… Her 15 minutes!.. It’s almost time.

If I could have one wish to pick… To see… if “she”… does have…a D**k!

Today’s Insults

You should wear glasses, then you could see the faces people pull when they see you coming - unknown

Your sister is so fat her Levi’s don’t say 501, they say 747. – anonymous

Your aunt is so fat she’s on both sides of the family. – unknown

I know your trying to insult me, but I know you like me. I can see your tail wagging – anon

We’re Trying Out A New Page!

We’ve Added A New Page Of Daily Goodies… We’ll See How It Goes For A Bit… Check It Out (HERE)

Hangman is at the bottom of the page… Such a time waster!!!

If You’ve Got A Daughter… Maybe You Should Take A Peek Over Here.

About Face’s mission is to equip women and girls  with tools to understand and resist harmful media images that affect self-esteem and body image.

READ MORE HERE 

A Few Deathbed Quotes-

“I feel nothing, apart from a certain difficulty in continuing to exist.” – Bernard de Fontenelle (1657-1757), French philosopher.

“Why are you weeping? Did you imagine that I was immortal?”  – Louis XIV (1638-1715), Well known French king, as his servants cried for him.

“Here am I, dying of a hundred good symptoms.”  – Alexander Pope (1688-1744), British poet

“I told you I was ill” – Spike Milligan, comedian

This Is The Air Ray…

See It Flying HERE