America has become a Fast Food Nation. 300 million people eat an average of 3 burgers and 5 orders of fries every week. Think of all the triglycerides, all the hemorrhoids and all the cavities from downing all those big gulps with your #1 burger meal.
America is the only country where the poor people are fat.
The Democrats target big corporations as the Evil Empire at their own risk. American kids recognize the Golden Arches long before they speak their first word to “mama.” Kids recognize Ronald McDonald more often than Mickey Mouse. They spend more time at Mickey D’s play jungle than in the playground at school during recess.
Americans are indoctrinated into the Mickey D’s high fashion diet from day one. We learn early that eating a big juicy hamburger is somehow closely associated with sex. Actually, a hot, juicy burger is better than hot, juicy sex – whatever sex is.
We learn soon enough, about sex. Some big city schools give free condoms to grade schoolers. The school nurse keeps a healthy supply of morning after pills for all callers. In a day and age where the Chicago ISD has to give $25 Walgreens gift cards to coerce parents to show up for parent-teacher conferences, who’s going to bother with parental permission for abortion?
Thanks, Ronald McDonald. We just wish you gave condoms out in your kiddie meals so our children would get into the habit of safe sex before they’re potty trained.
McDonald’s is the second biggest employer in America, after Walmart. Just think of those millions of teenagers and young adults living out their childhood fantasy of working at McDonald’s under the Golden Arches. Pity, when the hot grease of their ambitions hits the cold, cruel fan of ruthless minimum wage capitalism.
McDonald’s pioneered the Ford Model T assembly line process for the restaurant business. The less skill your workers need the better (the less we have to pay them). The more preparation that’s done before the product reaches the restaurant the better. We pay those workers even less because many of them are illegal immigrants.
We want people anywhere in the country – indeed, anywhere in the whole world – to walk into a McDonald’s and to have the exact same products, the same tastes, the same toys, the same minimum wage workers and the same ambiance as at any other store on planet Earth.
This is oh so strange. America is a melting pot of races, cultures, musics, traditions and histories. How can all of us, from an infinitely variable gene pool, be driven to buy the same quarter pounder meal day after day, year after year, generation after generation – and still enjoy it? We’re sooooo easy to please, is why. Our threshold of satisfaction is nil.
Because we’re programmed, is why. We’re hooked from that first shiny image of McDonald’s on TV. Our addiction is reinforced throughout adolescence. By the time you’re an adult, it’s locked in your genes.
You just literally can’t live without that burger fix, that soda buzz and that salt rush; while texting on your iPad, sipping your Starbucks and listening to your iTunes.
We’re a consumption nation, and Ronald McDonald rules.
Gotta go! It’s Black Friday. Time to put an average of $15oo on my credit cards (which are already an average $5000 in the red) shopping for gifts that nobody needs or even wants. I’ll likely be so pushed for time I’ll grab a quick burger and fries on the way home.
Just what Wall Street wants. Mindless consumption. Hurray!
