I haven't eaten jerky for the longest time. But, wouldn't you know it, I picked up some good stuff. I'm eating it. And as I'm enjoying it, It's realized:
this stuff is really fucking good. I could eat this more often.

Meanwhile people really are eating some fucking shit.
Food effects us. It has to.
People's brain are effected by food.
You look around, I know I do. What do I see?
a bunch of frazzleminded dopey fucking retards.

Have you had a political moment in your life lately where you ate some jerky, and realized earth is a kind of soul trap for humans?
or that those dopey fucks walking around subdued by government weed aren't going to be a part of the answer, the "final solution?"
I mean I didn't even get a lick of sleep last night. But this cup of coffee and jerky right by my side (I'm having some now) puts some pep and kick into my world.
Diet and food source is a form of turning you into a repugnant and plump little slavely sourpuss.
Nobody can bring me down today.