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My Nationalist Pony - Went f*****g food shopping and wished I was in f*****g Ponyville

So I went down to the f*****g supermarket. Right. Bought me some f*****g groceries. Sprained muscles I didn’t even know existed in my back carrying back 30 kilo of f*****g milk, eggs, orange juice and porno mags back from the f*****g store, because I can’t afford a f*****g car.

But anyway right. I’m looking at this box of cereal and it says all like motherf*****g WHOLE GRAIN GUARANTEED! Like that’s supposed to mean something after you pushed the whole grain through seven stages of food processing hell.

BUT ANYWAY. It made me think about localist economies. (Again. I Know I’ve done this topic a lot. But yeah). So I’m sat here drinking from an orange juice carton made with oranges from f*****g florida and plastic f*****g caps from Taiwan. Why the f**k. Can’t we have some English motherf*****g oranges. Can’t I have some f*****g Tower Hamlets Oranges.

Here’s a turn of phrase I heard a while back: We’re only ever 12 hot meals away from anarchy. That’s why I like to sprain my f*****g back carrying s**tloads of food I can’t really afford from f*****g Waitrose. F**k Tesco that place is literally demonic. So I shop expensive. Yeah. You know how those 12 hot meals are going to run out? Because of a financial crisis created by socialist central banking shit.

You think that would happen in f*****g Ponyville?

Yeah, me neither.

You know where they grow the food that supplies f*****g Ponyville?

That’s right, asshole - They grow it in motherf*****g Ponyville. Holy s**tcocks. How radical and far out. That’s some national socialist intolerance right there.

Imagine this, titcocks: You actually have some connection to the food you eat. The entire manufacturing process for your food occurs at least in the same country, if not the same provincial area. You personally know people who - Shock! Horror! Are involved in making the f*****g stuff you put in your mouth.

But no. My orange juice comes from Florida, my apples aren’t grown at an independent orchid but some subsidised French s**t, my lamb comes from f*****g New Zealand - the other side of the motherf*****g planet - This lamb is f*****g jetlagged - Hell there’s even f*****g stuff here from Bongobongoland that’s all fairtradey Save the Whales bulls**t.

So here’s the deal. You stop voting in socialist f**kwanks who regulate farmers out of business and set their sheep on fire incase they’re infected with Far-Right mystery virus. You stop squealing about love and tolerance and how we need to let in a million darkies to pass as quasi-British and get employed as low wage agricultural labourers when you know, a f*****g British person could do it if they weren’t regulated out of a job by minimum wage.

Here’s a really difficult concept to understan😛 We know the market makes s**t cheaper. But also, what the commies call “the spatial inequalities of capitalism” means you get jobs going overseas. So maybe some trade tariffs on imported s**t and deregulation on our own s**t to even the market out and keep things local might help. Just a thought.

Maybe then when I went shopping, the grown men I see stacking shelves could be then employed constructively f*****g growing shit for people to eat. Maybe then I wouldn’t have to pay twice as much for a sausage grown half a mile from me than one flown over the atlantic in a f*****g refrigerated crate. Maybe then I wouldn’t be told to put my item in the f*****g bagging area by a f*****g machine.

Any society that allows its own food production to be exported so far beyond it’s own borders it might as well be flown in directly from deep space has gone f*****g insane, and frankly, I don’t want to be a part of it. I hope this post made you laugh. Personally, I think you’re a cunt. Kiddin’. Lol.

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