you know.“If liberty means anything at all, it means the right to tell people what they don’t want to hear.” –George Orwell
Everyone likes eating food, except maybe cibophobiacs or method actors from the movie Soylent Green.
But assuming you have a mouth and an anus, and everything in between
functions properly, you probably enjoy the occasional nosh-up. I too am a
connoisseur of countless cuisines. I enjoy nothing more than a steaming
plate of garlic mashed potatoes, grilled asparagus, and a hot, juicy,
mouth-watering slab of… horsemeat!? How in the unholy fuck? What is this, Ikea?
This may seem a mild affront to one’s sensibilities, but it bears
mentioning because, as outlandish as it seems, there is a viscous plot
afoot behind the scenes of how our company-ran food industries are
making the food we all consume. In the past I’ve written about the Military Industrial Complex, Courage, and even Loving Greatly,
but for now, how about I go into a wool-pulled-over-your-eyes shredding
diatribe about what such malevolent food (poison) corporations as
Monsanto don’t want you know.
