The decline of the world in 2 recent modes. Entertainment ad slop, and our factory farmed unfood.

I have long thought that the airstream models of trailers are sexy as hell. And though I think the overall culture around RVs is a ridiculous waste of carbon, the depiction as a semi-permanent placed residence seen in the movies The Sheep Detectives is as I have imagined a future set up as my own. The movie is family appropriate, has some good jokes and themes, and was pretty touching. I set it on the caliber of The Holdovers.

However, the ads and trailers for other movies prior to the showing nearly ruined the whole movie for me. For one, the tickets were for 4:10pm. Ads, not even trailers, ran until 4:25. Multiple cruise lines and disney adventures. Mandolorian and Grogu set legos. Back to back multiple hundred dollar items geared towards children. Some kind of VR goggles, Switch 2, toys, tablets, all the things a kid of family could need. Then the first trailer was Toy Story 5. Where the kid gets an Ipad frog and it takes away her attention.

Still letting Tom Hanks near kids then? Crazy. There wasn’t a trailer for a new thing. Toy Story 5. Minions 7. Nostalgia bate movie number 4. I don’t watch TV, and I don’t usually catch the movies. I remind myself to be atleast 30 minutes late so I don’t waste my time being with the direct ad injection in my frontal lobe. Kids need to be distracted, vacationed, and early consumerites.

Then a few weeks ago I was preparing chicken for a BBQ. Purchased the non-organic twin young chickens to butcher into sections for smoking. After the first few confused cuts I began to realize that I didn’t need a knife. This creature was not made of any resilient tissue whatsoever. I could rip the skin with my hands. I could run my fingers to seperate muscle from bone. I could break and pull apart all of the joints. I snapped the leg bones with one hand.

Unless I have become some kind of super human with strength unknown to me other than this single 30 minute period in which I chopped up this bird, this was no natural animal. It was horrible. The inside connective tissue was liquid at room temperature. The fat a sickly and tumorous yellow. The flesh a uniform off putting hew without sign of blood or vasculature of any kind. It was bulbous and I kept feeling that the cells were water logged and squishy.

I have practiced the breaking down of chickens for a few years as a way to save money and get a soup out of the unused parts. Previously a sharp enough knife was needed to cut the skin. The joints would need to be somewhat forcefully popped apart and then chopped with a heavier blade. You could pull on the meat and need to cut along the seams to free sections.

On this uncreature, I couldn’t do that technique because the flesh would pull off in my fingers. I don’t know what they did or will do to food. But we don’t have food anymore. I often joke I don’t shop at walmart because they don’t have food here. This is what I mean. The veggies and meat on the everyday shelf at your neighborhood superconglomerate are barely classified as edible.

I decided to go back and get the organic chickens from costco to see if there was improvement. Admittedly some, but I guess my Mandella effect is that animals used to be made of meat and not goo.

With all the pedo stuff, wars, de-environmentalism, price hikes, the hell of it all, we can’t even have kids or eat. Can’t have kids. Can’t eat. No innocence. No children. No food. No fucking food.
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Gonna try the subscription local farmers market thing. Will report if they grow food and butcher animals there.