Philosophers on the Bus. Has a nice ring to it, doesn’t it? Imagine a rap to the tune “Another One Bites the Dust” by Queen! Seriously, though, I do find people in Oakland CA to be very thoughtful. They like to discuss the latest events, or challenges facing the world, on the bus, in the cafes and bars and in the homes of those that call this their Town.
This one was spot on for me, as I think about that a lot – knowledge vs. ignorance. So many seem to keep their “head in the sand” and ignore the scariest stuff right in front of them.
Next to this sticker quoting Socrates (photo) was a sticker with a little chick icon and a phrase alluding to how baby male chickens are simply ground up, alive, for human consumption. The though of anything being ground up alive is mortifying, of course, but is it a fight worth fighting? We do have to pick our battles. And, sometimes it’s better to drop out of the fight and find a new game to play, like my neighbors.
As I wrote about previously … I recently heard a lot of chattering, and what sounded like someone barking orders to children and others gathered around at the end of my block. They were being taught something time sensitive, that involved scalding hot water, so the tone of the voice was completely warranted. It looked as though they were washing dishes in their driveway, but alas, that was not it. They were dipping and plucking chickens, that one could assume had been recently butchered. I did not think it was appropriate to interrupt at that moment, but I really would like to go back and find out more. They might have simply bought live chicken at the Farmers Market (you can even use EBT for that at some), but I have noticed a bit of crowing in the neighborhood. And, that’s when I realized – it was just like the hills of Calaveras where I lived for 14 years before moving to Oakland. As soon as they start crowing, it’s time to eat ’em. But, you obviously don’t grind them up alive. That would leave you with a mouth full of feathers, along with a bad feeling in your gut. You do what I did if you’re hungry for really good meat, but still a tad squeamish – have a neighbor quickly chop off the head or wring their lovely little necks. Maybe you even have them gut and pluck them, too. That’s how it works, folks, and believe me there’s nothing quite as tasty! Where and how do you get your meat? I would love to know!
PS The quote in the photo reads, “There is only one good, knowledge, and one evil, ignorance.” Socrates