To Orwell Today,
Thank you for your information regarding the origin of food. I was doing a google search for "frozen food brands sold in U.S. with ingredients from China" and the only relevant web site that came up that I could see was yours:
Thank you for your writing. I agree with so much of it.
I live in southern California in the United States. Even though California has so much wonderful agriculture, I fear now when I am going to the grocery store that I am buying a lot of things which contain food sources from China. Especially frozen food items. It makes me lose my appetite.
I wish everything had to appear on labels as far as sources of food ingredients.
Edie, Concerned in California
Control of the world's food supply and its doling out to only those who have permission to eat is a major component of how the powers-that-be (members of Big Brother's Brotherhood) plan to take-over and control the planet. They are systematically destroying the natural food supply through weaponized weather, sterile seeds, genetic modification and using crops as fuel for machines instead of as food for human beings and animals.
Thanks for letting me know you've discovered ORWELL TODAY and great to have you as a reader.
All the best,
TAKE NOT OUR DAILY BREAD and WEATHER, FOOD, WATER, AIR CONTROL
15.Life in Oceania... Always in your stomach and in your skin there was a sort of protest, a feeling that you had been cheated of something that you had a right to. It was true that he had no memories of anything greatly different. In any time that he could accurately remember, there had never been quite enough to eat, one had never had socks or underclothes that were not full of holes, furniture had always been battered and rickety, rooms underheated, tube trains crowded, houses falling to pieces, bread dark-coloured, tea a rarity, coffee filthy-tasting, cigarettes insufficient - nothing cheap and plentiful except synthetic gin. Was it not a sign that this was not the natural order of things, if one's heart sickened at the discomfort and dirt and scarcity, the interminable winters, the stickiness of one's socks, the lifts that never worked, the cold water, the gritty soap, the cigarettes that came to pieces, the food with its strange evil tastes? Why should one feel it to be intolerable unless one had some kind of ancestral memory that things had once been different?... He felt as though he were wandering in the forests of the sea bottom, lost in a monstrous world where he himself was the monster. He was alone. The past was dead, the future was unimaginable. What certainty had he that a single human creature now living was on his side. And what way of knowing that the dominion of the Party would not endure for ever?...
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