A "meat spill" -- reportedly chicken and beef parts that came off a truck -- closed northbound lanes of I-880 near 29th Ave. in Oakland for more than four hours Friday evening.
Best decision I ever made was to become a vegan, commie, Linux nerd. I was already an annoying commie Linux nerd but now I have the power to send people into literally foaming at the mouth rage at the mere mention of "I'm vegan, btw" and then they spend all their time coming up with every cliche question and accusation about veganism instead of doing anything actually productive.
Just look at the pics of when someone leaves the door open on a train car full of grain and you just have a line of it down the entire rail. I somehow don't think food transport spilling is exclusive to meat.
Even in just this specific scenario there's the fact to grapple with that losing one container of meat is akin to losing like 10 containers of grain because that's what got fed to all the animals that are now the meat on some oakland highway
The works of the roots of the vines, of the trees, must be destroyed to keep up the price, and this is the saddest, bitterest thing of all. Carloads of oranges dumped on the ground. The people came for miles to take the fruit, but this could not be. How would they buy oranges at twenty cents a dozen if they could drive out and pick them up? And men with hoses squirt kerosene on the oranges, and they are angry at the crime, angry at the people who have come to take the fruit. A million people hungry, needing the fruit- and kerosene sprayed over the golden mountains. And the smell of rot fills the country. Burn coffee for fuel in the ships. Burn corn to keep warm, it makes a hot fire. Dump potatoes in the rivers and place guards along the banks to keep the hungry people from fishing them out. Slaughter the pigs and bury them, and let the putrescence drip down into the earth.
There is a crime here that goes beyond denunciation. There is a sorrow here that weeping cannot symbolize. There is a failure here that topples all our success. The fertile earth, the straight tree rows, the sturdy trunks, and the ripe fruit. And children dying of pellagra must die because a profit cannot be taken from an orange. And coroners must fill in the certificate- died of malnutrition- because the food must rot, must be forced to rot. The people come with nets to fish for potatoes in the river, and the guards hold them back; they come in rattling cars to get the dumped oranges, but the kerosene is sprayed. And they stand still and watch the potatoes float by, listen to the screaming pigs being killed in a ditch and covered with quick-lime, watch the mountains of oranges slop down to a putrefying ooze; and in the eyes of the people there is the failure; and in the eyes of the hungry there is a growing wrath. In the souls of the people the grapes of wrath are filling and growing heavy, growing heavy for the vintage.
The waste of this country, reminder to go vegan (which I should do myself).
Best decision I ever made was to become a vegan, commie, Linux nerd. I was already an annoying commie Linux nerd but now I have the power to send people into literally foaming at the mouth rage at the mere mention of "I'm vegan, btw" and then they spend all their time coming up with every cliche question and accusation about veganism instead of doing anything actually productive.
may I offer you a
as I politely ask what's holding you back?
I'm not sure
is vegan.
Unfortunately, food waste is not exclusive to meat. Gotta keep the populace on the verge of starvation at all times. Otherwise they wouldn't work.
Just look at the pics of when someone leaves the door open on a train car full of grain and you just have a line of it down the entire rail. I somehow don't think food transport spilling is exclusive to meat.
Even in just this specific scenario there's the fact to grapple with that losing one container of meat is akin to losing like 10 containers of grain because that's what got fed to all the animals that are now the meat on some oakland highway
say the line, john!
We live in a society?
There is a crime here that goes beyond denunciation. There is a sorrow here that weeping cannot symbolize. There is a failure here that topples all our success. The fertile earth, the straight tree rows, the sturdy trunks, and the ripe fruit. And children dying of pellagra must die because a profit cannot be taken from an orange. And coroners must fill in the certificate- died of malnutrition- because the food must rot, must be forced to rot. The people come with nets to fish for potatoes in the river, and the guards hold them back; they come in rattling cars to get the dumped oranges, but the kerosene is sprayed. And they stand still and watch the potatoes float by, listen to the screaming pigs being killed in a ditch and covered with quick-lime, watch the mountains of oranges slop down to a putrefying ooze; and in the eyes of the people there is the failure; and in the eyes of the hungry there is a growing wrath. In the souls of the people the grapes of wrath are filling and growing heavy, growing heavy for the vintage.
get that roadmeat bag