Chicken Wings

Our country is on a downward spiral, no matter how positive we are told to be. Everyone shout Amen! But its not in the recession, or the AIDs epidemic, it's not just our failing health system, the secular educational policies or muncipality mismanagement of funds that tells me this - it's the chicken wings!

Went for supper the other night at the place, where kids drive you wild, people sing the same song for birthdays they have sung for ages, and the doors to the 'smoking areas' are left wide open, fumigating those of us who till this day, 'chose not to smoke and smell like an ashtray'.
My chicken wings arrive - slightly cremated and with several scorched feathers - so I call the manager, "Sir these wings have feathers on them". "Sorry, madam but that is how we get them nowadays". - "Right", I think to myself "and you do nothing to improve the situation".  Sigh - sign of the times!

I can remember when my mother about 50 years ago used to use a candle and burn off all the feathers - but that was before diet coke, the man on the moon and Television. We have moved into a new era, quality control is at a height, there is competition between suppliers, new computerised methods to clean things. So what has gone wrong. Are civilizations suppose to progress or move back in time? So I buy this whole chicken- nice and fresh. Thank goodness I looked inside- here was the gullet still filled with its last meal. I ask you with tears in my eyes - does no one care about quality anymore? Come on guys - what's with the feathers. Someone said its to do with letting the 'spirit escape' - please man, if the bird had a spirit you would be a murderer and I would become a vegetarian. What's with the purple marks and broken bones in the wings and the drumsticks - how on earth are you killing them - clubbing them to death?

And the fresh, cleaned fish still hanging onto its scales, or the frozen peas with 5 frozen beans in the packet - get real, what is happening? It is these little foundation things that tell me the 'rot' has set in from the ground up. When people stop caring about hygiene, quality and service - then we are well on our way back to the third world we struggled so hard to get out of all those years ago. Saw a man selling raw meat on a wooden table near the station. The flies zoomed on and off the meat, as he tried to shoo them away, while his customers crowded nearer to get some take away's for supper - so that is where we are going, I think I preferred the ending of 'Soylent Green' instead. Sometimes being old and closer to death than I was before has decided advantages after all.