If you haven't read The Grapes of Wrath, you really should. It goes hard, and it's obscenely relevant despite being like 80 years old.
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The Grapes of Wrath, one of the few things older than Genocide Joe
You just made me wonder if I owned anything that was older than Biden.
I struggled to think of anything for a hot minute, but remembered my great grandmother passing me down her antique mirror.
Problem is that I don't know when she got it and I think she was born some time in the 1920s, so I think it's likely I don't have anything older than our fucking corpse emperor.
Edit: technically I have some quartz geodes but they got set up for display a few decades ago.
The movie made only a couple years after the book was written is solid as well. I work with food and it's a book I literally think about every day.
Throwing away 200-300 dollars of inventory while my managers and some coworkers are giddy talking about the thief that got arrested by cops while stealing expensive food 
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The works of the roots of the vines, of the trees, must be destroyed to keep up the price, and this is the saddest, bitterest thing of all. Carloads of oranges dumped on the ground. The people came for miles to take the fruit, but this could not be. How would they buy oranges at twenty cents a dozen if they could drive out and pick them up? And men with hoses squirt kerosene on the oranges, and they are angry at the crime, angry at the people who have come to take the fruit. A million people hungry, needing the fruit- and kerosene sprayed over the golden mountains. And the smell of rot fills the country. Burn coffee for fuel in the ships. Burn corn to keep warm, it makes a hot fire. Dump potatoes in the rivers and place guards along the banks to keep the hungry people from fishing them out. Slaughter the pigs and bury them, and let the putrescence drip down into the earth.
There is a crime here that goes beyond denunciation. There is a sorrow here that weeping cannot symbolize. There is a failure here that topples all our success. The fertile earth, the straight tree rows, the sturdy trunks, and the ripe fruit. And children dying of pellagra must die because a profit cannot be taken from an orange. And coroners must fill in the certificate- died of malnutrition- because the food must rot, must be forced to rot. The people come with nets to fish for potatoes in the river, and the guards hold them back; they come in rattling cars to get the dumped oranges, but the kerosene is sprayed. And they stand still and watch the potatoes float by, listen to the screaming pigs being killed in a ditch and covered with quick-lime, watch the mountains of oranges slop down to a putrefying ooze; and in the eyes of the people there is the failure; and in the eyes of the hungry there is a growing wrath. In the souls of the people the grapes of wrath are filling and growing heavy, growing heavy for the vintage.
really such an incredibly powerful passage. I don't even need to read the rest of the book
But you should lol
It's really deserved its accolades. Furthermore, there are some really interesting parts outside of this where Marxist concepts are explained in these (in my opinion) really engaging side chapters which offer greater insight into the surrounding world and situation of the time.
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crazy how they have the food, but people can't eat because of pieces of paper. worse, nowadays its just variables on a computer system. bits and bytes stored in some hard disks somewhere. i cannot overstate how this blows my mind so i'm not going to even try.
brazil is one of the biggest producers of food yet a huge chunk of the population is going through food insecurity right now. we have H U G E amounts of unused, deforested, ready to use land and we could probably feed the entire planet. by ourselves if we really wanted to. just sitting on the hands of someone like this to use in service of the aforementioned bits instead. (no but actually him, hes literally one of them)
dunno about you but i think we can do much better, folks. fuck capitalism. is there a fate worse than death we can make for capitalism and its perpetrators? maybe slow painful death? this one made me kind of angry and i needed sleep instead how the fuck am i supposed to sleep now.
someone like this
This motherfucker founded the vulture capitalist gang who ruined one of my final treats, Kraft Dinner. It tastes like crap now! In this paper we will explain how capitalis— 🧵(1/227)
omg they did grapes of wrath in real life 
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The works of the roots of the vines, of the trees, must be destroyed to keep up the price, and this is the saddest, bitterest thing of all. Carloads of oranges dumped on the ground. The people came for miles to take the fruit, but this could not be. How would they buy oranges at twenty cents a dozen if they could drive out and pick them up? And men with hoses squirt kerosene on the oranges, and they are angry at the crime, angry at the people who have come to take the fruit. A million people hungry, needing the fruit—and kerosene sprayed over the golden mountains.
And the smell of rot fills the country.
Burn coffee for fuel in the ships. Burn corn to keep warm, it makes a hot fire. Dump potatoes in the rivers and place guards along the banks to keep the hungry people from fishing them out. Slaughter the pigs and bury them, and let the putrescence drip down into the earth.
There is a crime here that goes beyond denunciation. There is a sorrow here that weeping cannot symbolize. There is a failure here that topples all our success. The fertile earth, the straight tree rows, the sturdy trunks, and the ripe fruit. And children dying of pellagra must die because a profit cannot be taken from an orange. And coroners must fill in the certificates—died of malnutrition—because the food must rot, must be forced to rot.
The people come with nets to fish for potatoes in the river, and the guards hold them back; they come in rattling cars to get the dumped oranges, but the kerosene is sprayed. And they stand still and watch the potatoes float by, listen to the screaming pigs being killed in a ditch and covered with quicklime, watch the mountains of oranges slop down to a putrefying ooze; and in the eyes of the people there is the failure; and in the eyes of the hungry there is a growing wrath. In the souls of the people the grapes of wrath are filling and growing heavy, growing heavy for the vintage.
Edit: Pasted the actual section from the text [Penguin Classics e-book edition from 2000]; serves me right for grabbing someone's half-assed transcription
Lol, you're missing some of the best parts.
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The works of the roots of the vines, of the trees, must be destroyed to keep up the price, and this is the saddest, bitterest thing of all. Carloads of oranges dumped on the ground. The people came for miles to take the fruit, but this could not be. How would they buy oranges at twenty cents a dozen if they could drive out and pick them up? And men with hoses squirt kerosene on the oranges, and they are angry at the crime, angry at the people who have come to take the fruit. A million people hungry, needing the fruit- and kerosene sprayed over the golden mountains. And the smell of rot fills the country. Burn coffee for fuel in the ships. Burn corn to keep warm, it makes a hot fire. Dump potatoes in the rivers and place guards along the banks to keep the hungry people from fishing them out. Slaughter the pigs and bury them, and let the putrescence drip down into the earth.
There is a crime here that goes beyond denunciation. There is a sorrow here that weeping cannot symbolize. There is a failure here that topples all our success. The fertile earth, the straight tree rows, the sturdy trunks, and the ripe fruit. And children dying of pellagra must die because a profit cannot be taken from an orange. And coroners must fill in the certificate- died of malnutrition- because the food must rot, must be forced to rot. The people come with nets to fish for potatoes in the river, and the guards hold them back; they come in rattling cars to get the dumped oranges, but the kerosene is sprayed. And they stand still and watch the potatoes float by, listen to the screaming pigs being killed in a ditch and covered with quick-lime, watch the mountains of oranges slop down to a putrefying ooze; and in the eyes of the people there is the failure; and in the eyes of the hungry there is a growing wrath. In the souls of the people the grapes of wrath are filling and growing heavy, growing heavy for the vintage.
Now we just need to find a sad Bart Simpson impersonator to read this.
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A lil earlier in that passage it was also literally about pouring kerosene on oranges to make them inedible, like this is actually almost literally out of The Grapes of Wrath
When people said we were doing the 30s again, this wasn't what immediately came to mind. Yet, here we are.
The only thing missing is the Soviet Union.
We have the hegemony shift from the US to China though, that's kinda new
:yea:
Only this time there's no large leftist bloc to stand against them
Will the libertarians approve or disapprove of this? Seems like something they should approve of in theory.
Wait but the fascists told me Milei would fix the country in no time?!
Honestly with how shit things have been getting in Argentina, the seeds of revolution should start growing soon.
The world has too many people.
Am high, is sarcasm 
you need to add something more to your comment to make it clear that it's sarcasm.
Thanks, I edited it.
I'm just high listening to communist turkish songs but now I'm just laughing at myself. 
too many billionaires*
damn, i was about to call you a hitlerite nostalgia gooner, sorry
In order to atone for my transgression, if anyone is curious about populationist ideas about there being too many humans on the planet please read Too Many People? by Ian Angus and Simon Butler. I'm halfway currently myself but they present good arguments and backgrounds against populationist narratives, while presenting the economic system as the issue and arguing for that being replaced.
Same thing happens all over. EU have a mountain of diary products that goes into the furnaces now and then.
Cant sell stuff cheap, better to burn it or spoil it.
- the best system we got /s
Stupid question: surely it would be good PR for your company to donate whatever won't sell to food banks and shit, right? I know they probably hang onto it until the absolute last minute, but like cmon right?
Why are they trashing it tho?
To keep the supply in line with demand to maintain the price?
Would the loss incurred here be better than that if they sold it cheaper?
storage costs money. if no one is buying anything and your storage is getting filled the fastest way to get rid of it is to just dump it in the wild.
The people must starve so the rich can feast
So they consider the resources they spent to cultivate and harvest the fruit to be sunk cost?
Also fruit doesn't last forever it's not very shelf stable. So you have to harvest it when you can and if it doesn't sell in time you have to trash it. Nothing anyone can do with rotting tangerines. Make room for the new harvest by trashing the old harvest so you can at least try to sell something fresh rather than old fruit. There isn't really another option. Sure you could try to compost it or something but I'm sure these farms already are setup to compost a normal amount of waste, nothing useful to do with tons of extra fruit.
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