Down the hatch: 4-H, Chipotle & Sesame Street
Perhaps a bit of a grumpy Gus. I need to discuss some issues.
Like 4-H and Ohio State University Extension.
Or the lack thereof.
You see, we no longer have either in Carroll County, Ohio.
And we’re not the only county suffering.
Lack of funding prompted a levy. The levy failed.
Call us New Orleans.
It shouldn’t be taken personally … the sheriff’s levy also failed, as did the road maintenance levies. The good news is, when criminals are trying to escape it’ll be easier to make a citizen’s arrest because the potholes will slow the bad guys.
Sometimes making a joke helps ease the burden.
Not really, though. My road is a mess. It’s been patched with quick-fix chip-n-seal solutions for years now. It’s like driving over a washboard made of rock slide rubble. Not that I’m blaming anyone on the road crew … if there’s no money, there’s no money.
Which is apparently the problem with Extension services.
No money. No 4-H. My daughter’s inaugural 4-H year has been peppered with controversy, angst and finally, no solution in sight. We’re still waiting to hear if there will be some form of junior fair. Those barns are going to be awfully disappointing to fair-goers if they stand empty. And Fantasy the cow may not get to parade around a show ring.
Not that Fantasy would particularly mind, but my girl would.
And now I’ll address these folks …
Another business sucked in by the lies and hollow promises of the Humane Society of the United States (HSUS). Not to be confused with your local Humane Society. And please …
Don’t confuse the two.
I’m all for protecting helpless animals with shelters (think your local animal shelter). The other group … the Humane Society of the United States … is a different thing ENTIRELY.
Let me boil it down for you: do you like to eat hamburgers … steaks … pork chops … bologna … chicken tenders … turkey at Thanksgiving?
Fight HSUS with all of your might. Their primary goal is to prohibit animal agriculture. To eradicate it from the face of the earth. Actually, they’re pretty much anti-farming in general.
Do you like to EAT?
Then fight the HSUS every chance you get. Which is why I wrote this post. And why I’m writing this today, about Chipotle restaurants. They’re now in bed with HSUS. HSUS doesn’t perform well, but they will take any money you willingly leave on the nightstand. Usually it’s from well-meaning and confused people, companies and organizations who believe HSUS is doing something good.
If you want to help animals, donate to your local shelter. HSUS just likes to cause trouble and pay its executives and undermine farmers … you know, those hard-working folks who feed the world.
But we really don’t need to support farmer folks … I mean they’re lunatics, right? It’s not like they are the original environmentalists or anything. It’s not like they don’t do their best to preserve and protect the land so they can continue to provide what WE ALL demand … like food … clothing … just about everything we consume has some tie to a farm, you know.
But anyway …
I just realized this post is not easing my grumpy Gus syndrome. In fact, it’s irritating me even more.
I’m almost as fired up as I was yesterday, while pondering Sesame Street.
Why does the lady on Sesame Street have cleavage and a nose ring?
That was my question yesterday. I know … piercings are the new beauty marks, right? Sure. Fine. Whatever.
NOT ON A KIDS’ SHOW. Come on!
Ever heard of the phrase positive role model?
Do we want our kids to hang a hoop in their nostril? Really?
That wasn’t all.
Yesterday’s episode featured Sarah Jessica Parker sitting on a bench talking to Grover. She was … get this! … waiting for BIG to show up. Grover kept bringing her big items, but those weren’t the BIG she was waiting for.
I’m hoping the references to Sex In the City were to appeal to moms watching the show with their preschoolers. I’m hoping the preschoolers didn’t pick up on the reference to such an adult show.
But really. Is that necessary?
I haven’t watched Sesame Street in years. Guess what … we won’t be watching it again.
Think I’m being overly dramatic?
You betcha. I think it’s past time to be overly dramatic.
Does the phrase ‘to hell in a handbasket’ ring a bell?
Ding! Ding! Ding!
Here’s a scenario for you: Our children are gathered in a hell-bound handbasket. HSUS is force-feeding them Chipotle burritos and Yellow Tail wine while simultaneously piercing their appendages with sex, lies and videotapes featuring Sesame Street characters performing atrocities that fly under the radar of their newly-programmed immoral compasses.
Is that what we want?
It’s happening. Really.
Please come back tomorrow.
I promise the soapbox will be stashed in the back of my closet … along with Sesame Street, inappropriately portioned burritos and bottles of cheap wine.
I’ll make it up to you with a recipe for something gooey and chocolatey.
Something you can make for your family …
To serve with a dose of love, decency and common sense.
P.S. Today’s photos borrowed from Flikr.