This Shit is Pure Freaking Bullocks

If you are reading this in comfort on a laptop or a desktop, chances are you are amongst the estimated 2 billion of the world’s population with access to the Internet. 

If you enjoy clean, potable water running out of your tap. You are lucky, because you are amongst the 3.57 million of the world’s population who aren’t vulnerable to water-related diseases. 

At the moment, our current human population is standing at an estimated 7 billion. A hundred years ago, there was only 1 billion of us. 

When countries are struggling with famine, and the others are living in pure abundance…

As we step into the new year, I wish for us to look into how far we have come as a human race, embrace and protect this planet which holds our homes.

We should look into treasuring the soil we stand on, the air we breathe, the water we drink and the food we are consuming.

If possible, we should think about the way we eat, where our food is coming from and the harm that is done to our planet as we put food on our table.

Certainly, scientists can find us another Earth-like-planet out there. But at the end of the day there can only be one Earth, and one Earth only, which we can hold dear in our hearts. 

I am seated at a buffet table surrounded by a wide array of scrumptious food, seafood, chicken, beef, pork, mutton all the meats are here.

I paid 40$ cold hard cash for this. 

I stand firm on my diet principles: more vegetables, less meat. 

Why would I bloody give up my regular diet just to make my moneys worth? Why would I, put my joy and my enjoyment just because everyone on my left and right is indulging in meats?

I don’t see the joy in that.

In fact, I can’t see the joy in that.

I’m overwhelmed with this buffet thing.

I’m not into meats. I see folks over-indulging themselves in meats, more meats than they would usually consume. I’m in awe at the amount of food that goes to waste at buffets. 

2 issues running through my head: meat farms and famine.  

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All day long I am buying the shit that I do not need.

I buy the deodorant that promises to make flowers grow out of my pits even though I have no need for deodorant. I buy myself a Phuck Wolfgang cooking pan made out of white elephant ivory; the TV said I’ll make every dish great tasting by cooking on it. Irony, I do not even cook. I buy myself dozens of bottled fuzzy drinks from the supermarket because the advertisement on TV depicts a world of rainbow colors and unicorns, singing cows in pink tutus and tortoises playing bike polo will come to my room as soon as I take my first sip. 

All day long it’s the shit I do not need. 

Because the TV, the radio, the papers keeps shoving me shit I do not need. 

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