I just got out of the car, listening over the last few minutes to NPR; to some program on the complex machinations of food stamps.
Sometime way back, in a land far, far away, someone decided he might accumulate some political capital by proposing that the feeding of minimal and base nutrition to the “unincomed” be centralized, collectivized. It was a winner, obviously, because social human animals who might feel humanely compelled to do otherwise, no longer had to concern themselves personally with it. And apparently, few of them realized that they’re going to pay for it anyway. But that doesn’t matter. Someone else will take care of it. They don’t have to think about it.
“I voted.” I’m powerful. Reinforcement.
Alas, it seems that at least some of these “powerful voters” — those who pay attention — have their panties all in a bunch over the food choices of those with food stamps. Yea, of course, they want them to have only “healthy” choices, the lower the fat and the more “fortification” the better. And if they’re going to be allowed fast food at all, then let it be Subway. Well forgive me very much, but it’s hilarious. Only one thing is important:
The logic of who pays, and for what.
When you involve yourself in a massive collective that takes in everyone’s money and doles it out according to policy, enacted by a few, or even the majority, you are certain to have endless battles and strife over how the money is spent.
I’m sure it was an evolutionary mistake…and perhaps people ought to just shut up, bend over, and take it; but for some reason, people really hate when the fruit of their labor and creativity (money) is used to advance values they find abhorrent. Imagine that! Sheesh.
Can’t we all just get along?
No? What, are you imagining a kill being brought back from a hard day’s hunt of a hunter-gatherer tribe and by some freak time-warp coincidence of the space-time continuum, the kill is defiled, wasted, not used in any way amenable to those who spent a hard day providing it?
What, no? You’re not imagining that?
Personally, I still haven’t learned the words to Kumbayah.