As long as it's organic, I'm fine with it. Can we chalk it up to ashes to ashes, dust to dust, that sort of thing?
Waiter Rant heads to the health food store and realizes crazy customers are everywhere:
You know, this may be a health food store but many of the customers look pasty, thin, and weak – the very opposite of healthy. Some of them look like they’re five minutes from fertilizing one of those local organic farms.
I contrast the Soy People with the sleek carnivorous Yuppies who patronize my Bistro. In my little free associative rumination I compare them to Hitler and Stalin. Ideologically one guy was on the right and the other was on the left. But both men ended up dragging their people to the same hellish place. Unbridled free marketism versus dyspeptic utopianism. Ugh. It’s all the same shit in the end.
That, of course, is terribly unfair. There are nice Soy People just like there’s nice Yuppies. But I can’t help but notice how entitlement and self righteous certitude afflicts both groups.