WEAVES hit the FLOOR, during Food Depot MEGACATFIGHT

[Suesbal]

There was a time when every neighborhood, even the poorest ones, had a grocery store. They may have been smaller than the average modern home, but they were there. They were usually family owned and operated.

[GrandviewGloria]

Originally Posted by Suesbal

There was a time when every neighborhood, even the poorest ones, had a grocery store. They may have been smaller than the average modern home, but they were there. They were usually family owned and operated.

Those still exist, and are attached to gas stations. And their offerings reflect the preferences of the clientele. Frankly, the selections, if you compare food labels, are not that different from what's being sold in the "middle aisles" of big box grocery stores like Food Depot (ultra-refined seed oils mashed-together with carbohydrates, mixed with various flavorings/stabilizers/preservatives, and then extruded as various shapes, then slipped-into various packages, for various purposes). And they're not that different from what's now MANDATED, by our ever-helpful government agencies, to be served to hospital patients, school children, military, and those held within nursing homes and prisons.

What's being sold in today's version of small family groceries, is not substantially different from what you'll find on the shelves of food pantries which serve the needy. And it's not very different from the foods you'll see being served, at home, to the bloated & medicated children of the average silver-minivan-driving Mandy.

Which leads me to a video by Dr. Ken Berry, on precisely that subject, and how we should help: https://rumble.com/v2z3vf2-youre-on-...d-q-and-a.html Normally, Dr. Berry is upbeat, and his enunciation is clear. Here, however, he's clearly upset by something he's just seen. He's mumbling the last syllables of his sentences. (too, his family and household staff are distracting him, and he's got something in his mouth, and, as-usual, he needs a good shampooing and to lose that disfiguring up-do hairdo - ok... and if he had a good Ad Man or Decorator, like I do, he'd be getting diffuse uplighting from a white desk or countertop, and there'd be no diffused downlighting from what's probably a white ceiling above him. Unfortunately, though, he's in an interior which is 'Typical Doctor's Wife Colonial' - done, obviously, by his wife, Neisha - who, being a doctor's wife, was virtually forced to do-up the house in the typical repressed style which seems to have been requisite for all doctors' wives, all over America, since the beginning of Rockefeller Medicine.... and maybe even before that).

But the gist of Dr. Berry's plea, is that we take protein to the food shelters, when we donate. ...and that, when we take food to communal potlucks, we take foods high in animal fats and protein. When we take food to shut-ins, we should take foods which will help them heal and rebuild their brains (foods with good fat and protein content - hopefully rich in DHA, a critical fatty acid which the poor are in dire need of). He had me crying, and saying prayers of thanks, for the kindly Mississippi Baptist and Pentecostal ladies who brought meat to the potluck suppers at revivals I (the malnourished child of a backwoods hooker) was dragged-to as a child. If not for them....



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Oh, and while remote-watching the news with Dowager Soybean Empress, I saw a story on a Jackson station, about citizens protesting all-night alcohol sales at Jackson's gas stations/convenience stores/small family-owned groceries. Those buying the booze, are subsequently wandering-around, doing all sorts of unseemly things (public urination, public sex... alas, no weaponized cantaloupes, though...), and local residents have had enough. I can't find video to which I can link, though. So, if anyone else can find it, please post a link.

[GrandviewGloria]

...not at Food Depot (which has closed, for some reason), but at the Subway in Brandon. Two misses are locked in mortal combat, as officers rush in. Jackson Jambalaya: Food Fight!

Dowager Soybean Empress and her Butler insist they see THREE pieces-o'-weave on the floor (one, in front of the counter, and two back in the food prep area - around 1:51, beyond the seriously-gorgeous cop - a yellow pen on the counter pointing past Officer Hottie and the bloodied trays, toward the weave fragments. ). But I'm not so sure. Stills from the video don't show sufficient detail. Does anyone have an alternate theory?

Soybean Empress says, "These days, you judge a fight, by how much weave is on the floor, and how many broke-off skankynails are lyin'-around."

[heavymind]

This is possibly the funniest thread on the entire forum. At least the title is.

If Jackson had a sight seeing tour of these cat fights, weave throwdowns, and peculiar mating behaviors I would sign up for a ticket and sit back to enjoy the show.