
Saw this in Adbusters magazine and thought, wow, I must be onto something.

Saw this in Adbusters magazine and thought, wow, I must be onto something.
I talk to, well, basically everybody. From the check-out guy at the market to random folks at the water-cooler, pharmacy, or in line at DMV (my friends know this is no exaggeration). About 6 months ago I was talking to the guy I buy my meat from and he explained how Monsanto’s and Big Agriculture are taking control of the world’s food supply. Some of it made sense, some of it went over my head, and I never really thought it about much more.
That is until I read an article over at Anarchy & Chaos called Monsanto Wants to Control the World’s Food Supply.
Now that got my attention. Now it all comes together.
In my search for local, non-chain grocers I’ve found another remarkable one — Cross Brothers Grocery in Ashland. This year they are celebrating their 99th Anniversary.
Is everything they sell organic, free range, and/or local? No. Although they have some local produce and some local poultry, the vast majority of their merchandise is Richfood brand. But if you shop there, at least you’re not giving all of your money to huge, faceless megacorporations.
These are real people, nice people, and if you ask them where the sausage or the collards come from they’ll tell you with a smile. And you can tell them what you think. Try that at the Big Box Grocery store. Give them a visit. Browse some of the displays of hundred year-old dry goods, old-time radios, and other memorabilia. Some of us remember when every grocery store looked like Cross Bros.
Ellwood Thompson’s is still my store of choice, but there are times when I need to run out on lunch break and pick up something. It’s a waste of gas and time to go all the way to Carytown. Cross Bros. is half the distance, and a pleasant back-up.

Blue-plate special (courtesy of Wikipedia)
Early Sunday morning, coming home from our camping trip, my son and I covered better than 60 miles of U.S. Route 250 from Charlottesville to Richmond. In that entire ride there wasn’t a single non-chain restaurant open. As we drove we waxed poetic about the wonders of mom’n’pop, truck-stop-style restaurants; about breakfasts served 24 hours, perfect flat-top hash browns, bottomless heavy white coffee mugs, bologna burgers, and blue-plate specials.
It was a great trip, and the perfect ending would have been to sit on a stool, ten feet from the grill, sipping coffee and chatting with the short-order cook like we used to do in the old days. Hungry and defeated, we gave in and ate at a chain pancake house. It was a brightly lit and sterile place devoid of character, a pathetic imitation of the originals it has replaced.
The clamor for jobs and economic recovery drones on. Whether it’s CNN, MSNBC, or FOX, everyone wants to know when and how we are going to “create jobs” and start “economic recovery.” Virtually unnoticed, The Washington Post reports “Scientists Call for End to Deep Sea Fishing” and “Study Calls for Halting Oyster Fishing in Chesapeake Bay.”
Meanwhile, the planet screams for relief from the human “economy” that’s destroying it. Do we really want this economy to grow? Wouldn’t that mean more trees cut down to grow more crops for more hungry humans; more oil, coal, and natural gas consumed to power more industry, more shipping, more travel, and more consumerism? More of what got us here in the first place — global warming and the current mass extinction?
Of course there are those clamoring for “green jobs.” What they don’t realize is that a paycheck — spent on pointless consumer goods, gas for the daily commute, food shipped half way across the globe, and so on — has the same impact whether it’s earned making solar panels or mining coal. The net effect of a “green job” is virtually the same as any other. Any job that grows the economy is more of the same.
Jobs, so it would seem for the most part, are actually coffin nails. So what’s next?
Maybe it’s time that we started envisioning and creating a post-growth world. Some people, like the folks over at Post-Growth Institute, already have. And they have complied an impressive list of things that things that we can do ourselves to usher in a post-growth world.
Posted in Green
Tagged economy, global warming, jobs, mass extinction, post-growth, recovery
Is anybody shocked? This kind of thing just makes me more determined than ever to do what I can myself, and more certain that parties don’t matter — they are all owned by the Corporatocracy.
The corporate music machine (I think I just threw up in my mouth) pushes some of the most horrible stuff I’ve ever destroyed my IQ with. So I set out on a quest for some music that doesn’t stink and that doesn’t put money into corporate pockets.
Obviously I’d prefer to go to shows — but that won’t help me when I’m making the morning slave-drive (a.k.a. “commute”). My search led me to Bandcamp. I found lots of free music, and some music I could buy for a few bucks. From what I understand, only about 15% of the money you spend goes to the website, which means 85% goes to the bands. Seems like a better deal all around.
You can search the site y tags and such, or you can do what I did — search blogs for indie bands and then see if they have anything up on Bandcamp.
If you have better ideas, please say so!
What am I listening to now?
What are you looking at is the liver and onions from Ma & Pa’s Diner in Sandston, VA. Delicious, and plenty of it (try the fried chicken sometime). Was the food organic or free range? Not likely.
But it was, almost as importantly, Ma’s daughter who took my to-go order, Pa who bussed dishes while I waited, and Ma who rang me up.
Did I put any money into the hands of a faceless megacorp? Indirectly I suppose, since there’s a 90% chance that Ma & Pa buy their food from PFG or some other massive restaurant supply company.
Ma & Pa’s Diner ain’t perfect, but then, neither am I. And I feel a lot better giving my money to Ma & Pa than I do about giving it to purveyors of pink slime.
Update 7/18/19: My club still uses the flag but we’re now called Cabal Fang Temple, and we’re a 501(c)(3) non-profit educational charity. Visit our website or purchase our 12-week personal growth program at Smashwords, Amazon, B&N, or wherever fine e-books are sold.
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* The ‘Some Kind of Green‘ project is yielding results. I feel better about myself, I’m more productive, and I’m saving money to boot. If only I had done this 30 years ago. * Started connecting with other like-minded bloggers (check my blogroll for cool people saying cool stuff). Keep the faith my brothers and sisters! * In two weeks my son and I will be spending three days off the grid practicing stone-age skills (since we can’t afford, and don’t want to drive 4.5 hours to attend, MAPS Meet #2 that weekend). Sorry fellow MAPSsters 😦 * I’ll be attending the free Decolonization class at Wingnut 9/20, 9/27, & 10/4 and blogging about what I learn. * My martial arts club, The Order of Seven Hills, will be tabling at Zinefest on October 8th. The best stuff still ain’t for sale at big box bookstores! * Re-writes of some of my unpublished books are under way and will be available for download at Smashwords by the first of next year.
Posted in Green, Martial arts, Writing
Tagged blogroll, decolonization, MAPS, order of seven hills, smashwords, some kind of green, wingnut, zinefest
Yesterday was my first cheat under the plan. Hurricane Irene threw a monkey wrench into my routine and I didn’t prepare for lunch Monday. On the way to the office I stopped by Calhoun’s Country Store to grab something (trying to at least buy from a local merchant) and they were closed — no power. Irene causing more problems.
Had to buy one of those “saladz” from the Megacorp’s Food/Gas/Beer Multiplex.
I am thankful that I was only a little inconvenienced by Irene. Some people lost their lives to the power of nature.
For me, Hurricane Irene knocked out the power and simultaneously delivered quiet, peace, and the closeness of family. Crayons and cards by candlelight, guitar playing, sleeping in real silence, relaxation. A taste of what life could be like in a post-tech world.
I’m up early this morning, cooking for the week so that I can eat healthy food purchased locally.