on this Thanksgiving Day in the states, it is refreshing to see a whirlwind of activity embracing the essential traditional, that is, the bare traditional.
in baking, that means a soda bread with honey, buttermilk, and a healthy flour. in sourdough, it means a mix using the same recipe that sustained the adventurers who crossed over the mountains to the Yukon in the days of the Yukon Gold Rush.
and likewise, on this day, when i pull down a copy of the Collected Poems of Robert Service, the poetry i read is melodic and on an essential level. essential an ancient basic, with all the wholeness intended, with no additives.
because here in the states, in what promises to be a return, a chance for reform, the people have risen up against post-modernity, that dark and cynical philosophy that includes Orwellian government aiding and abetting the poisoning of her populace.
we demand to be free. free from chemicals in our food. free from genetically modified non-food products tainting our supermarket faire. free from mass produced. free to embrace locally produced meat, vegetables, and fruit. free from agricultural subsidies that compromise the health of the people of a nation.
on this Thanksgiving Day, in America, we declare our independence from accepting what has been forced on us, and embrace the essential, the unadulterated form of food, the ancient and sustaining, not the processed and poisoning.
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