Let’s get to the red meat! Time to dish!
Comment on guys... :(
officermike@lemmy.world 1 day ago
You’ve already spilled the beans, so tell us some juicy gossip.
ivanafterall@lemmy.world 11 hours ago
Comment on guys... :(
officermike@lemmy.world 1 day ago
You’ve already spilled the beans, so tell us some juicy gossip.
Let’s get to the red meat! Time to dish!
MataVatnik@lemmy.world 1 day ago
The works of the roots of the vines, of the trees, must be destroyed to keep up the price, and this is the saddest, bitterest thing of all. Carloads of oranges dumped on the ground. The people came for miles to take the fruit, but this could not be. How would they buy oranges at twenty cents a dozen if they could drive out and pick them up? And men with hoses squirt kerosene on the oranges, and they are angry at the crime, angry at the people who have come to take the fruit. A million people hungry, needing the fruit- and kerosene sprayed over the golden mountains. And the smell of rot fills the country. Burn coffee for fuel in the ships. Burn corn to keep warm, it makes a hot fire. Dump potatoes in the rivers and place guards along the banks to keep the hungry people from fishing them out. Slaughter the pigs and bury them, and let the putrescence drip down into the earth.
There is a crime here that goes beyond denunciation. There is a sorrow here that weeping cannot symbolize. There is a failure here that topples all our success. The fertile earth, the straight tree rows, the sturdy trunks, and the ripe fruit. And children dying of pellagra must die because a profit cannot be taken from an orange. And coroners must fill in the certificate- died of malnutrition- because the food must rot, must be forced to rot. The people come with nets to fish for potatoes in the river, and the guards hold them back; they come in rattling cars to get the dumped oranges, but the kerosene is sprayed. And they stand still and watch the potatoes float by, listen to the screaming pigs being killed in a ditch and covered with quick-lime, watch the mountains of oranges slop down to a putrefying ooze; and in the eyes of the people there is the failure; and in the eyes of the hungry there is a growing wrath. In the souls of the people the grapes of wrath are filling and growing heavy, growing heavy for the vintage.
MelodiousFunk@slrpnk.net 1 day ago
Steinbeck off the top fucking rope.
MintyFresh@lemmy.world 1 day ago
They sent a fuckin poet!
officermike@lemmy.world 1 day ago
Who hurt you, OP?
MataVatnik@lemmy.world 1 day ago
The beans 😥
Wogi@lemmy.world 1 day ago
Steinbeck man… REALLY LOVED THOSE BEANS
radicalautonomy@lemmy.world 1 day ago
I like my beans with ketchup, George.
feedum_sneedson@lemmy.world 1 day ago
I read an interesting editorial or letter or whatever by the guy who had the idea to fortify cornmeal with vitamin B6 and pretty much overnight eradicated pellagra in the southern United States. He was humble about it, it was just a lesson in how the simplest interventions can have a huge effect.
Caboose12000@lemmy.world 1 day ago
is this a quote from something or did you just come up with this right here on the spot? (this is great)
hazeebabee@slrpnk.net 1 day ago
It’s grapes of wrath by john steinbeck
SatansMaggotyCumFart@lemmy.world 1 day ago
I’m pretty sure it’s potatoes of the river.