While vegans and meat-eaters disagree, we can all be united in our fear and hatred for the horror that is factory farming.

If every American for one week refused to eat at a fast-food joint, it would bring concentrated animal feeding operations to their knees.

Our animals don't do drugs. Instead, we move them almost daily in a tightly choreographed ballet from pasture spot to pasture spot.

I saw a news report recently that measured average video game use by American men between the ages of twenty-five and thirty-five: twenty hours per week. Do you mean the flower of America's masculinity can't think of anything more important to do with twenty hours a week than sit in front of a video screen? Folks, this ain't normal. Can't we unplug already?

You can't chemical your way out of soil infertility

The first supermarket supposedly appeared on the American landscape in 1946. That is not very long ago. Until then, where was all the food? Dear folks, the food was in homes, gardens, local fields, and forests. It was near kitchens, near tables, near bedsides. It was in the pantry, the cellar, the backyard.

The average person is still under the aberrant delusion that food should be somebody else's responsibility until I'm ready to eat it.