Let's have a sandwich
I’m slowly finding it impossible to ignore all of this anymore, and it’s weighing heavily on me.
Let’s visit a Subway restaurant in Europe: They serve chicken raised in cruel conditions in Thailand.
But it goes far beyond that: The bread is made from wheat contaminated with glyphosate, the tomatoes are harvested in Italy by Africans working under slave-like conditions, the soy for my plant-based teriyaki comes from the rainforest, and all the ingredients have been delivered to the restaurant in plastic that is being recycled but somehow ends in the oceans eventually.
All the vegetables I happily have piled onto my sandwich with a “Put everything on it” come from a seed monopoly controlled by a handful of companies making billions while killing diversity.
And in the end, someone is putting together this Frankenstein’s sandwich of capitalism for a ridiculous wage that’s barely enough to live on.
In the end, everyone loses. But when I bring this up even among fairly open-minded people, I’m the weirdo.
Of course, I can boycott such chains, but millions of people flock there every day because the advertising tells them they deserve this experience, the unique taste of nothing and the possibilities that this carcinogenic food brings.
How the hell is one supposed to survive once you’ve seen the full picture of this horror?