Friday, July 30, 2010

Politics of Food

NPR, that decidedly more-left-than-right news behemoth, did a bit recently on hunger in America. Specifically, childhood hunger. They began by relating numbers--X number of children go hungry every day, etc. They they moved into the story--a particular family in America who can’t make ends meet. Remember, this is about childhood hunger. So, the matriarch of the family, on the opening bit, is parsing out the cost of KoolAid, and how much KoolAid the family drinks. And sweet iced tea.


I almost yelled at the radio.

That isn’t hunger, that’s choice

That’s a gallon of KoolAid, with no nutritional value, instead of a dozen eggs or 3 packages of dried beans, which would give some good protein.

That’s a gallon of iced tea instead of a head of broccoli.

That’s junky, teeth rotting, intestine eating sugar drink instead of a bunch of bananas.

Now, my kids drink KoolAid. So do I. I like KoolAid.

But if I had to put my kids to bed hungry one night, I guarantee the next night they wouldn’t be drinking KoolAid.

What kills me most is this: there are probably hundreds of families who do not drink junk, who cannot make the grocery bills, whose children are hungry. But they didn’t make it onto the radio.

There was a family this week at the local farmer’s market, which now takes food stamps. They had used those food stamps to buy fresh veggies, which supported a local industry, provided them with healthy food, and made me want to cheer that, in that case, the system was working. I wanted to hug the wife in the family. I restrained myself because that would have been awkward for everyone. But, the point is, NPR chose a particular angle to the story, one that shot the story in the foot, so to speak. And they did it with a straight face, which makes me wonder if the reporter had been enjoying some of our new medicinal cannabis before editing her story. Or if she got confused and thought she was on Fox’s payroll. Or if she just didn’t vet her contacts right. Since I couldn’t holler at the reporter, I chose to yell online to you, my sometimes right-wing friends.

And now that I feel better, I’m going to make some KoolAid for my kids to enjoy with the Peaches and Cream corn on the cob and Rocky Ford cantaloupe we’re having for dinner.

Tuesday, July 27, 2010

Plotting NoKo

Okay, it isn't that I have anything against people who speak Asian languages as a first language. In fact, I'm rather jealous because the writing is much cooler. And I don't mind people who are non-native English speakers reading my blog. That's sort of an honor. But "necessity is the mother of invention?" What, exactly, does that have to do with anything? No one could accuse me of inventing. Ranting, yes. Inventing, no.
That isn't even the worst. The worst is when my dear sister takes the time to Babelfish the only-in-Korean, only to have it be some random pseudo-Confusious statement, such as "one swallow does not make a summer". Beautiful sentiment, but as a comment on marijuana in California? It should have been "one toke does not make a hippie" or "one hit does not make a Clinton". Appropriate comments, here, people!
Here's what I think is going on. I got this idea by channeling my inner Rush. (Limbaugh, not New World Man). I think this is a plot by North Korea. They create connections to the US by leaving comments on blogs. Then, when they've got several thousand virtual fibers going from NoKo to US, they'll launch their attack. Using those invisible chains, they'll take control of our computers, destroy our banks, control the Pentagon and prevent us from accessing the outside world from our homes. Worse than that, they'll use our avatars against us in World of Warcraft and that would really suck. These seemingly inane comments will prove our utter isolation and eventual destruction.
Until that happens, remember, "Maturity is the ability to adapt to life in the fuzzy."