Food is Politics

"Dear America,

  You are a young, energetic, enthusiastic, and not too bright country, much like a puppy. Adorable in some ways, but with a propensity to knock things over and piss on the floor.

  We have time. You may get potty trained sometime when you grow up.

  One thing, though. The word 'entree' comes from the same roots as the word 'entrance'. What you call an appetizer is really the entree. That thing you call the entree? That's the main course. Until you get that straight, it may be best if you try not to run the world on your own.

   Words do have meanings.


Thank you for your time,

The Rest of the World"

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