Showing posts with label sheeple. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sheeple. Show all posts
Sunday, March 6, 2011
As an aside...
...I am COMPLETELY baffled at the number of people who do not understand that you don't need a rooster for hens to lay eggs.
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
Why?
I've had a few friends and family members ask why in the world I want to farm and grow my own garden, and, eventually, raise and eat my own livestock.
Personally, I find it hypocritical of anyone who eats meat but is unwilling to kill the animal themselves. I feel, as a whole, people are too disconnected from what goes on with their food. I think that it's appalling that livestock are kept on feedlots knee-deep in their own feces; or in tiny cages with no access to the outside or to sunlight, without room to sprawl or stretch their legs.
No, I am no PETA enthusiast. In fact, I abhor the organization, but that's another post.
It means enough to me that the animals I eat for food get space, grass, sunlight, the best feed I can afford, and love. Because it is that important to me, I'm willing to do everything I can to move away from commercialized meat and dairy products.
It means enough to me to have fresh fruits and vegetables, untouched or modified by Monsanto or their ilk, that I'm learning to grow my own food as organically as I can.
Furthermore, I have very little faith in this country remaining stable in any meaning of the word for much longer. I pray I'm wrong, but my gut tells me that I'm not. Besides, on a much less dramatic scale, it wouldn't take much to disrupt the flow of food to the supermarkets. A gas shortage. A trucker strike. A natural disaster...
I feel that the more I can provide for myself and my family, the easier and more comfortable we can survive anything that's thrown our way.
While we don't have a farm yet, The Architect and I will make the best of the acre we have until we do.
Maybe I can't save the world, but I CAN save my part of it.
Personally, I find it hypocritical of anyone who eats meat but is unwilling to kill the animal themselves. I feel, as a whole, people are too disconnected from what goes on with their food. I think that it's appalling that livestock are kept on feedlots knee-deep in their own feces; or in tiny cages with no access to the outside or to sunlight, without room to sprawl or stretch their legs.
No, I am no PETA enthusiast. In fact, I abhor the organization, but that's another post.
It means enough to me that the animals I eat for food get space, grass, sunlight, the best feed I can afford, and love. Because it is that important to me, I'm willing to do everything I can to move away from commercialized meat and dairy products.
It means enough to me to have fresh fruits and vegetables, untouched or modified by Monsanto or their ilk, that I'm learning to grow my own food as organically as I can.
Furthermore, I have very little faith in this country remaining stable in any meaning of the word for much longer. I pray I'm wrong, but my gut tells me that I'm not. Besides, on a much less dramatic scale, it wouldn't take much to disrupt the flow of food to the supermarkets. A gas shortage. A trucker strike. A natural disaster...
I feel that the more I can provide for myself and my family, the easier and more comfortable we can survive anything that's thrown our way.
While we don't have a farm yet, The Architect and I will make the best of the acre we have until we do.
Maybe I can't save the world, but I CAN save my part of it.
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
Snowpocalypse 2011
Sunday, before the skies unleashed their snowy insanity upon the southeast US, The Architect and I went to the grocery store.
Now, we really didn't NEED anything, but I thought it'd be romantic to sip hot chocolate and watch all this pass by.
I had never been witness to the chaos of a grocery store before one of our threats of snow or ice here in Georgia. I've heard of it, I've seen it on the news, I've not seen it in person. It's certainly a sight to behold. I'm glad we didn't need milk, eggs, or bread. There was really none to be had. Aside from the final half dozen or so boxes of expensive eggs.
Later on Monday, The Architect was perusing FaceBook. An ex-coworker was lamenting that he hadn't gone to the store since he "didn't think it'd be that bad." Said ex-coworker has a small car, a Civic, I think, and was stuck at home. He had the brilliant idea of ordering a pizza or Chinese delivered to his house. Problem was, everything has been closed since Sunday night.
This man is literally trapped in his house with no food. None. He's single and works for a large company in downtown Atlanta, so all of his meals he gets at restaurants.
Incredible.
...and this is how the majority of the populace reacts. That everything is going to be just fine with no preparation of their own. Ugh.
Now, we really didn't NEED anything, but I thought it'd be romantic to sip hot chocolate and watch all this pass by.
I had never been witness to the chaos of a grocery store before one of our threats of snow or ice here in Georgia. I've heard of it, I've seen it on the news, I've not seen it in person. It's certainly a sight to behold. I'm glad we didn't need milk, eggs, or bread. There was really none to be had. Aside from the final half dozen or so boxes of expensive eggs.
Later on Monday, The Architect was perusing FaceBook. An ex-coworker was lamenting that he hadn't gone to the store since he "didn't think it'd be that bad." Said ex-coworker has a small car, a Civic, I think, and was stuck at home. He had the brilliant idea of ordering a pizza or Chinese delivered to his house. Problem was, everything has been closed since Sunday night.
This man is literally trapped in his house with no food. None. He's single and works for a large company in downtown Atlanta, so all of his meals he gets at restaurants.
Incredible.
...and this is how the majority of the populace reacts. That everything is going to be just fine with no preparation of their own. Ugh.
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