Organically Speaking
May 19, 2008
I don't think I ever told you I thought this was funny.
However, misery is a result of the poison. Take away the poison and there is not only less misery, but better tasting food. Took the mothers to the local supper club for Mother's Day buffet yesterday and all I could do was shake me head as we dined on half-frozen flavorless melon balls from a can and rehydrated mashed potatoes...steamed frozen mixed vegetables and institutional cole slaw. For desert my kid had a plop of chocolate flavored Cool Whip. All for only $88. And every other chubby person in the guaranteed-to-be-packed-on-Mother's Day-restaurant didn't even notice. So as a happy organic man, I carry the burden of witnessing a largely fat and miserable culture every day and not feeling like a part of the team. And furthermore, chemical farming is completely unsustainable. It's bad science. I have very young children and I am interested in sustainable solutions, like organic farming, for the future.
Shoot, this is so much fun, I think I'll post it here:
http://www.heavydutypress.com/logs/mister/
(If you have a problem with me posting your letter, please let me know immediately!...but rest assured, you are one of maybe 3 or 5 people that will read this in the next 30 days...unless somebody thinks it's really great and passes it to somebody who passes it to somebody who passes it to somebody and so on
into infinity.)
On Mar 26, 2008, at 6:31 AM, Gary Semi-Anonymous wrote:
Found the poster. A Valentine's Day gift apparently. If you feel inspired to put this on the cover of something, there are no artist fees involved.
----- Original Message -----
From: Gary Semi-Anonymous
To: Mike Koppa
Sent: Thursday, February 14, 2008 4:52 PM
Subject: Eat Organic
Mister Koppa,
I know what a big organic fan you are and how difficult it is to get collagists to eat untainted foods (because most are hooked on rubber cement) so I created this poster to perhaps kick off a national campaign to reel in all of us toxin-ingesting, nitrate-loving perverts. If we could save just one errant collager, he or she could perhaps live to 95 or 100 and hate every miserable minute of it. Whatdaya think? (One of the signs that one eats too many poison-laced corn curls is he tends to write extremely long sentences, ones that are not even in the fog index except perhaps in London where everybody talks like they're gay and they drive on the wrong side of the road but at least they have some pretty decent beer.)
Gary
Mister Koppa, proprietor
The Heavy Duty Press
Viroqua, Wisconsin
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