I would take a picture of the farmers leaning on their tractors. It's probably rude to gawk, but when your under 6 ft and pushing 400 lbs it's hard not to. Corn'n'beans, corn'n'beans, corn'n'beans. In the fields and in the "foods" you choose to eat.

I'd imagine that the farmers of yore were probably pretty hard-bodied. Now all the labor is mechanized, the chicken coop is gone, the pig pen is gone, Bossie and Bessie the milk cows are gone, their steer calves are gone, the little orchard is gone, the sheep who grazed it are gone. Corn'n'beans, corn'n'beans, corn'n'beans.

From fencerow to fencerow and push out your fencerow to get an extra 1/2 acre. Grow more effing corn'n'beans. Die at 45 because you're 400 lbs in your semi-autonomous tractor eating and drinking the calories (calories, not food) that you're proud to lose money growing. Just as long as you get more bu./acre than your neighbor.

This system is stupid.

#grownostr #rant