We all want to be victims

This human inability to register that other people can suffer has driven us to define “justice” as the perfect excuse to extinguish the person that looks-at-me-the-wrong-way. From the first baby utterances of the “he did it!” to the “but I was only following orders”, humans have found ways to justify their horrors, massacres and genocides. All under the egotistical vision of “but my intentions were good…” or even worse, “but I am the good guy! I was only defending myself”

The worst part is that people are not essentially evil, it is just that they have their heads so high up in their own asses that they are unable to realize that their stupid good intentions has turned them into ghastly monsters.

Here is a nice historical collection of self proclaimed victims:

So long, traditions

It is chilling to see that now in order to obtain higher market values with industrialization and the mass production, old memorable customs are being lost. Even here, in this green hippy town where I live, it is extremely difficult to find freshly harvested spaghetti (or at least one without pesticides). Spaghetti reaped by a small family, one that had always maintained this practice.

Of course, you might say that the Wisconsin weather does not help the crops and that the dreaded spaghetti weevils are now more resistant to insecticides. However, there is this special zest that hand crafted items have that is invariably lost in Walmart. Maybe I am just excessively nostalgic.

Who would have known that the 1957 documentary of the Switzerland spaghetti harvest would be one of the last films about this honorable and familiar tradition.


Anyway, if things continue as they are, it will be more common to buy dehydrated water than to drink it fresh. At least here, the majority still prefers the old fashioned way.