Giant, beef kosher dog, on a crusty french roll with bacon, grilled onions and green peppers, smothered in melted swiss cheese and mustard. I may never eat again. Hell, I may never get out of this chair again.
NPR had a pretty interesting bit about buying things made in America this morning. You can catch it here. I can’t decide about this. I mean I can kind of get behind “buy American” as part of the “buy local” movement. And yeah, no one wants to purchase things made by people in sweatshop conditions in Asia. But then again isn’t there a larger problem of global economics, fair trade and trying to improve labor practices around the globe? Is buying American really going to help any of those things? I haven’t decided yet, my complete stance on this, but perhaps I am going to try to buy as few new things as possible and buy everything I can second-hand. I mean, there’s already too much stuff in the world anyway, right? Maybe I’ll just eliminate the moral dilemma and buy things other people don’t want. Well, except hot dogs. I think you should always get those new. Yeah.