It’s a good day to weigh value systems and lifestyles.
Sounds judgmental, Bill. A waste of time and a waste of electrons. You know very well that we’re too busy and far too important to read your screed, yet you insist on inviting us to your frugal table. Why do that?
I don’t know.
Freneticism. An active lifestyle, branded on gross national consumption — consumers playing a complacent role toward a dismal goal.
Michael Ende’s classic novel Momo explains it well. Ende knows his Zeitdieben (time thieves) — those functionaries who siphon the productivity of persons more innocent, more gentle. Quite a fine book, if you have the time.
Do con artists ever have a hidden agenda? Just an idle question.
May we remind you, Bill, there is more money in beef than in beets. Jobs from sea to befouled sea, that’s what we’re talking about. Filling waste-management positions, artery pharmaceutical rep salaries, butcheries and slaughterers, belly futurists, hide sellers, Boeuf Taco artisans.
Meatism: a lifestyle based on flesh and blood, unfertilized eggs, calf milk, buttered bacon, Snausages® all nicely appointed on a dinner plate. Marketers know their play-books, how to drone a message into your psyche, how to grant you the illusion of independent thought — you are the one doing the thinking. Something to manufacture a lasting crave, powerful enough to drive you from refrigerator and pantry to the supermarket and back. Where are the car keys? The 12-hour Energy Boosters®?
Consume, c o n s u m e, C O N S U M E, c o n s u m e, consume.
The lab gals and guys have skills honed to fashion biochemical ions that stimulate taste receptors and simulate well-being. Palm oil fuels a munch crave. Be they chips or be they crisps — an open bag is an empty bag. Palm oil substitutes for hydrogenated oil, but threatens rainforests.
You’re a do-gooder and a poison-ivy hugger, Bill. Let us buy you an ivy salad. Our treat.
Buy another bag. And aren’t you clever now — buy a bigger bag or two, or five. Buy ten bags and save ten dollars. The more you buy, the more you save.
Wow. Where are the car keys? The 12-hour Energy®?
A dinner plate is a wasteland, absent a meat entree to grace it, my friend. We did not evolve to nibble bunny salads and sip miso soup. Let us tell you about tired emaciated vegans. God made animals for us to domesticate and to eat. F-ing cows were not created in God’s image. We are not Bottom-headed — and we’re not bottom feeders.
Thanks for reading.