Standard and Poor and Fat : less $ = more lbs.
My dear friend (alluded to in my recent GUNK! blog) and I started grappling the other day with my perspectives on poverty. You see, I'm a bit of a conspiracy nut, in that I truly believe that America's economic engine benefits from cheap labor, and so we have numerous systems designed to keep the poor, poor. His argument lies in the spirit of self-determinism versus "misery loves company", and while he expressed it well, I'll leave it to him to tell you all about HIS conspiracy theories. [Ed. Note: My friend has no real conspiracy theories]
But let's get back to mine- America LOVES its poor, and makes sure that they're never in short supply. There are all sorts of ways that we guarantee the supply (shoddy inner-city education, anyone? How about limited access to capitol for minorities? Would you prefer institutionalized racism?), but one of the perhaps accidental yet undeniable guarantees comes from FOOD.
Michael Pollan published another indictment of the food industry in this past week's New York Times, which he started with this strange puzzle: if you're a fat American, you're probably a poor American. Hold it, WHAT? The term "Fat Cat" assumes the opposite: the richer you are, the fatter (and, apparently, more feline) you become. Well, that phrase no longer works, it seems.
And neither does our country's "Farm Bill." Pollan, in his article, takes to task the current $25 billion "Farm Bill" (which has impact far beyond farms) for encouraging the growth and consumption of corn, wheat, and soy, and basically nothing else. This pathetically structured, forgotten bit of legislation encourages industrial agriculture, and nothing's easier on the machinery than corn. Hence, the cheapest thing out there is cookies full of useless high-fructose corn syrup calories.
I highly recommend that you read the Pollan article- there are MANY points in there worth toying with and mulling over. But my take-away from it is that our government has sanctioned (nay, INSTITUTIONALIZED) the fattening of the poor by insuring that the worst food for you is the only food that most Americans can afford. In short, we're paying taxes (about $100 per person per year) to keep poor America fat.
Right now it takes about 2 farmers to work every 1000 acres of American farmland, courtesy of industrialized farming. The impact, on our poor, on foreign markets, on the environment, is tremendous and frightening. But if we re-organized our agricultural systems so that more people would work less land, well we sure would have a lot more jobs for people, no? For POOR people....
No, as Pollan points out, there's no easy solution to this problem, but the current situation helps NOBODY....
Except (back to my conspiracy theory) the corporation owning Americans who benefit from a cheap labor market. This should make us all sick. Frankly, all that High Fructose Corn Syrup DOES make me sick....
I wrote a poem about this earlier, and here is its encore presentation. That's right, returning to our pages from Mars are your favorite green skinned, people eating Martians, Zergplek and Metzelfark. Thanks for making the trip back to our pages, guys. Now please stop chewing on the intern's arm....
It's about time, Zergplek.
Yes, Metzelfark, it's almost harvest season.
Olympus Mons' Southern Face is turning
from amber rust to crimson fire,
and the Valles Marinaris runs full with squabe.
Zergplek, get your plucking gloves on-
It's time to reap the fattened terran crop.
Yes, all the fat little morsels
on yon planet so blue
will taste so deliciously like Cheetohs...
...and sweet, corn-syrup filled Pepsi...
..oh yes, and pepsi,
at this October's harvest barn dance.
My moorsaphate has knitted me a snazzy bib,
lest I spill saturated transfats
all over my brand new vyxerpus vest.
Fire up the interplanetary drive,
and let's go harvest some fatsos!
