I’m a purist more than anything
You don’t see “organic water”
Because you expect it to be clean.
Just like my fruits and veggies–
I expect them not to poison M.E.1
But that’s not guaranteed.
That’s why I invest in those labeled with OG2
At least those I know have standards;
I can trust the taste I see.
I remember a caption to a photo in a local newspaper last year saying that a group of people (officers or other) were helping out “needy people” by volunteering to serve dishes at a soup kitchen. Kudos to them and all, but people who are less fortunate than you have exactly the same needs as you– the need for clean food, clean water, clean air, and clean shelter.
That caption irked me then and it still does today, though I’m on a different end now. I deal with needy people every day at work as a cashier at a glorified grocery store. People who “need” bags because they forgot their own. Don’t you know your own reusable bags (cloth, preferably) have greater structural integrity, speed up the checkout process, and minimize the need for virgin resource extrapolation and wasteful energy use? Entitlement and privilege, I can’t stand it sometimes.
Save a young sapling and bring your own fucking bags, please.
Lyrics:
I’m cutting out the meat so I go against the grain
I wanna be released from the burden of the pain
That causes others suffering–after all, we’re all the same
And duh, doing unto others is the nature of the game
It’s the Golden Rule that binds us on this here earth now as we trod
Karma ain’t always a bitch if you give your life to God
Pay it forward if you got it, if you don’t then ask for help
We’re a living breathing organism and you ain’t no single cell
We got talents, they be plenty, yeah they’re out the wazoo
Got a problem? We got solutions and we’re all here for you
We are rootin’ for the win, we believe that you can do it
Build your dreams, yes you can, focus the mind then go pursue it
Catinon ★ 