The Fast Food Banquet

By now, you know my feelings about fast food-the corporate poison that has done it’s best to destroy America.  When you can put a hamburger in a terrarium for a year and it doesn’t rot away (they did this with one of the leading burgers), you know something is not quite right with the ingredients.  Then there is the absolute lack of anything recognized in most developed nations as nutrition.

So, this past week, our fearless leader in Washington, DC, in the absence of laid-off federal workers (chefs) decided to take the Presidential motorcade through the drive-up window and order food for the Clemson University football team.  It is an annual tradition for the winners of the national collegiate football title to visit the Whitehouse and be congratulated by the President of the United States.  This year was no different except for the fact that most of the White House staff had been given temporary pink slips.

This left our dear President with a dilemma-how to prepare a meal for nearly 130 robust athlete appetites.  Never fear, fast food is here!  Never at a loss for corporate promotion, the President turned to that All-American staple—the fast food restaurant.  Running up a tab of over $5,000 (which must have flummoxed the window staff), the president ordered a smorgasbord of American delicacy delights.  I wonder how many kid meals were included (c’mon half of these players are 18 years old) and did the president use some of the tons of coupons that he surely gets in his daily mail like the rest of us.

I think that it speaks volumes, that our nutritional values have sunk to such a level of depravity that home-cooked meals are something that is forgotten except in books of historical recounting.  I have no doubt that many of these young Clemson athletes were stoked at the thought of having the same meal that they get all over the campus daily, except this one was served at the Whitehouse.   The President could have had some of his personal (Mira-Lago) staff prepare a wholesome meal for these young men and could have tried to restore some actual family or former American values, not to mention nutritional value.

If we are going to “Make America Great Again”, why can’t we do it at the dinner table?  The dinner table was the place where family and friends could enjoy conversation, comradery, and a decent meal.  Instead, let’s desecrate a tradition with the corporate poison and slave labor that is symbolized by the fast food logos that pollute main street.  Maybe after the meal the Clemson team could have been served Jell-O shots, cheap bourbon or detergent pods.

We continue to make a mockery of traditions in this country in the name of political in-fighting and grandstanding that only serves to make us look like idiots.  Maybe it is time to take a closer look at ourselves and see what we can do better.

Talk To Ya Later

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