I am not a political convention watcher – neither major political party. I prefer to sit in the backyard, watching the grass grow, counting the number of blades per square foot.
As I sit, I contemplate a few recent health issues. I have had two aortic valve replacements in the last 10 years, an apparent hereditary issue. A doctor recently asked if the replaced aortic valve was a mechanical or a tissue valve, normally removed from a pig or a calf. I said that growing up in Canada it was likely from a moose.
I watch what I eat – mostly because if I take my eyes off the plate spills and splatters are inevitable.
So, I read with some interest the Daily Caller article on the foods being served at the Democratic National Convention (DNC); realizing I would starve on that type of food fare, as well as Kamala’s word salad.
The food is of the climate change, virtue-signaling variety, sans insects. The DNC created a sustainability guidance directive for the food vendors so that the ‘cuisine’ was crafted with low-emission choices. The progressive proverb here was, “You are what you eat and we must imply, at least publicly, that we are righteous in our future climate demands dictated on everyone”.
Each vendor is required to complete a survey on how they prepared their food relative to the low-emissions guide. They should make extra copies of that survey and spread it to nearby Chicago restaurants like McDonald's, Dunkin' Donuts, or Krispy Kreme where participants likely ate before attending the convention.