Already Broken
Margot, seen below, is a “nutrition counsellor.” She is “root-cause and system focussed.” Oh, and she has some questions:
Turns out you can’t smash capitalism and agitate the proletariat without a solid meal plan.
Tiktok commies are doing revolution meal prep, I am dying 💀😂
You cannot make this up. pic.twitter.com/2OYFD6A2NP
— Right Side of History™️ (@xxclusionary) November 15, 2023
“We can fight with our food,” says she.
Bridge crossed, methinks.
Update, via Mr Muldoon in the comments:
Apparently, the revolution will be fuelled by cashew milk and vegan pseudo-cheese. Because as capitalism is toppled, and amid the riots and burning cars, there will, it seems, be space for neurotic niche cuisine.
Update 2:
NielsR adds,
I suspect that the fantasy of being in charge and important, of correcting others amid some cosmic drama, is very much the appeal. It’s the standard pattern of the type. And Margot, dear Margot, is very much of a type.
And so, while her comrades “break capitalism” and “abolish” prison, and as violent criminals roam the streets unmolested, Margot will be instructing the little people on how to dry pepper seeds and how to wash foraged bin scraps in vinegar to remove any trace of those nasty pesticides. And I doubt that this fantasy, this contrived, absurd mindset, is amenable to realism or logic, or any kind of correction. It’s probably best considered as a case of bad wiring.
Margot and her peers, these psychologically precarious young women – all of a remarkably narrow social class – are, they tell us, the ones who will be “moving the world forward.” And they’ll bestow this gift, this glorious transformation, by “coaching people in how to eat from a revolutionary and resistance standpoint,” and by making endless TikTok videos about themselves and their cultivated mood disorders.
Assuming, that is, that the proletariat are tempted by the prospect of economic ruin, roaming gangs of muggers and rapists, and evenings spent washing other people’s bin contents.
Each other?
The revolution always eats its own, as they say.
So, she’s at least got the protein covered.
She’s a philosopher, you know.
Calling Dr Strangelove…
Capitalism has a remarkable record of providing adequate nutrition, while revolutionary alternatives have often led to malnutrition and famine, so this is an important question.
Heh. It does rather call to mind custard pies and clown shoes.
At least she recognizes that staying fed can be a very real problem during socialist revolution.
Although she has not yet taken that obvious next step in concluding that the entire project may be a poor idea.
I’m now wondering how all this sensible meal planning is going to play out with the Fat Liberation wing of the Revolutionary Leftists, mentioned here.
This seems like a poor strategy. Many socialists have based their support on the fact that cheese cake and pumpkin spike lattes will still be available — and indeed free — come the revolution.
“impact = divest from capitalism”
huh, and I thought the key metric was, you know, making lives better.
Also, sounds pretty bourgeois to be telling the proles what their nutritional needs are. Isn’t that the basic premise, that they will happily take only what they need without a managerial class? And as always, will get what they ask for, good and hard.
I very much doubt that the revolutionary fantasy, or pretension – or the LOUD ELECTRICAL BUZZING NOISE IN HER HEAD, or whatever the hell it is – is in any way amenable to reason, or the lessons of history.
So we’re getting rid of those useless feeders, then. Good to know…
For some reason, this came to mind.
You made me choke on a sweet.
No refunds. Credit note only.
But it does rather capture an appropriate level of farce, the destiny that awaits.
Perhaps one day our betters, our would-be overlords, will figure out that the reason their projects veer towards the ludicrous and doomed is because of the kinds of people they are.
Though, frankly, I wouldn’t count on it.
“making lives better”
Well, of course. Oh, wait – “your life” as opposed to hers (in her fevered imagination)? Not so much…
I visited some hippy communes back in the day. They were always supported by a rock band or an insurance settlement or drug dealing or something. Their efforts to support themselves were always play. not real.
She did the smug face. They always do that.
Destroy capitalism and feed ourselves, she says.
Because as capitalism is toppled, and amid the riots and burning cars, there will, it seems, be space for neurotic niche cuisine.
[ Post updated. ]
If some hippies open a cafe and borrow some money to get it going, that is capitalism, no matter how they run it. If a kid is funded by his parents with supplies to open a lemonade stand–still capitalism. As they say, capitalism is the exploitation of man by man and communism is the reverse.
A ‘nutrition professional’.
I think she was handing out little cheese bits on a toothpick at the grocery last visit.
Mulch?
Experience militates against it.
Yes, but you can make money in the former.
So, Hickory Farms?
She can always look to the examples set by Pol Pot, Stalin and Mao. Meal planning was easy under these leaders. You had nothing to eat and died.
Oh, and the meal planners will be the first to go. Silly girl.
So, Hickory Farms?
Piggly Wiggly.
“Piggly Wiggly”
Let’s go, Hoke…
cashew milk and vegan pseudo-cheese
Wow – talk about white privilege! And wealthy white capitalist privilege at that! Do these people hear themselves?
At least the Diet for a Small Planet hippy commies advocated for foods that proles could afford and that might be available in a communist setting.They borrowed from world cuisines too, if I remember correctly (my father had the book).
Cashew milk and vegan “cheese” requires capitalism to exist, for the most part, and it’s not cheap to purchase, either.
No kidding. You ever try milking cashews? Little bas*ards…
I’m quite fond of cashews, but cashew milk is an abomination.
I was once obliged to try soy milk “sweetened” with apple juice. I still wake up screaming.
but cashew milk is an abomination.
It’s called cashew milk because no one can say nut juice with a straight face.
[ Slowly heads for back door with coat ]
[ Rummages under bar for curare darts, blowpipe. ]
hippy commies advocated for foods that proles could afford and that might be available in a communist setting.
That would be chaff and even that would be gone after the last crop under capitalism.
They borrowed from world cuisines too
Cultural appropriation!
The post revolutionary staple is cabbage with nuggets of lard on Sundays.
Lard? That’s high living right there.
Cashews? Seriously? Does she have any idea where cashews come from? (Ans.: NO)
I was an engineer, and I still build stuff. I hear SO MANY stupid ideas for “idealising” the world, which show ZERO knowledge of how the material world works, or where stuff comes from.
And media culture promotes this ignorant attitude.
My favorite example is an advert for iPhone from a few years ago, when the cameras were getting really good.
Beautiful imagery, colors, scenes. Swooping musical score. Intellectual voice intoning phrases about Beauty and Truth Revealed by the Creative Minds.
And OK, “Science and engineering are good and useful, but it’s the Artist, the Poet” who we should really value.
In the midst of flogging a product of the absolute bleeding edge of science and engineering and the rest of modern civilisation.
Honey, come the revolution, there ain’t gonna be any cashews and there ain’t gonna be any iPhones.
We have one not far from the ranch. If we did not give them our broken or old bales of hay every fall, their horses would starve in the winter. They are not very good at maintaining fences or growing stuff, but they built a great fire pit surrounded by stone benches for their solstice ceremonies and such.
Their art projects are kind of neat, but their continued existence requires an outside community of productive hard workers with surplus agricultural products.
From the related videos, Bloomberg, which used to be a numbers-oriented information source, doesn’t get around to asking a black urban “gardener” how much sustenance is actually created by his “bringing people closer to that which sustains them” project. Although, to be fair, they give him enough vine to talk about his Mugabe-like enthusiasm for occupying and displacing white people.
In a somewhat similar spirit, “imma be honest with you, I feel like riding horses is a redneck sport”
I don’t know for sure, but I’m betting most farmers don’t like socialists too much.
The old ant/grasshopper divide.
She might want to rethink her whole, fight with food, idea.
I suspect that the fantasy of being in charge and important, amid some cosmic drama, is very much the appeal. It’s the standard pattern of the type. And Margot, dear Margot, is very much of a type.
And so, while her comrades “break capitalism,” and prison is abolished, and criminals roam free, and while windows shatter, Margot will be instructing the little people on how to dry pepper seeds and how to wash foraged food scraps in vinegar. To remove any trace of those nasty pesticides.
And again, I doubt this fantasy, this contrived, absurd mindset, is amenable to realism or logic, or any kind of correction. It’s probably best considered as a case of bad wiring.
[ Post updated again. ]
The status quo’s looking pretty good right now.
So you’re not tempted by the prospect of economic ruin, roaming gangs of muggers and rapists, and evenings spent washing other people’s bin scraps in vinegar?
Margot won’t be happy.
At CookOut, a North Carolina based fast food with locations throughout the Southeast US, I can get chicken nuggets as sides to my burger. Think of it: a nice double-double, with cheese and bacon, and two sides of nuggets, perhaps washed down with a cherry cheesecake shake.
I think I got my lunch planned for today . . .
*snort*