But…but…my cabbages!
But…but…my cabbages!
When I lived in Japan, the place I worked had a union though I wasn’t a member. In all the time I worked there, all I heard was how their union got certain concessions and they were fighting for other things, too. Concessions which were already a part of our contract across the network regardless of union status. And the office lost one lawsuit which was a neverending topic from the union folks. Funny thing is, the company had to be taken to court again for noncompliance of the previous decision. Which they still hadn’t followed by the time I left.
Enough about me. I want to know if this will be considered the same as Impossible Burger and we can start eating people meat without feeling guilty. Indulge in a taboo! Eat a forearm! I mean, not a real forearm. Actually, sort of.
We could try to vote people who will take action OR incentivize consumers to be more proactive BUT. Neither is ever going to happen.
I was having dinner with my brother’s family and we were watching an interview with some celebrity that my sister-in-law adores. Dude is heavy in green activism and lists fast food places which are bad actors for climate and also farmers rights, etc. So my SiL announces we are never eating at such and such place again (I can’t remember, I never eat fast food anyway). The very next night they order takeout from said fast food place. They also always order same day deliver from Amazon despite it never actually arriving same day, but they get packages every damn day. Tons and tons of packaging for crap they always throw out or give away to neighbors eventually. This isn’t unique to them.
This is MOST of America and I suspect the rest of the developed world. We are effed.
“Oh yeah, well, my uncle killed an entire playground full of kids. As retribution for another uncle who detonated a nuclear bomb on a factory making free antibiotics for the poor. Why just yesterday a bunch of hippies in Portland burned down a church full of worshippers because they don’t pray to trees. I don’t hear any Army choppers. This is America. We protect our own. Mostly. Sort of. We’re a young country, still workshopping as it goes.” tl;dr Dirty hippies are dangerous if you don’t pray to trees.