In March I attended a training class in San Antonio. Having dinner outside along the River Walk, I realized I was sitting next to what had started as a stream in the area but was now a concrete ditch with well-tended plants that were kept up at great expense so tourists could eat “genuine” Mexican food while watching “nature.” And which is illusion?
At the River Walk, seated at a nearby table, four young girls sat without speaking for the whole time it took to get their food, as they feverishly typed on their phones — presumably, communicating with their friends. And which is illusion?
At the American Sugarbeet Growers Association meeting this winter, there was much discussion about the “Farm Bill” — a bill before Congress in which 80% of the money spent never sees a farmer. At what point will it be relabeled “The Food Stamp Bill?”
Am I wrong in thinking, if this were a canned food product, the USDA would not allow it to be so misleadingly labeled? Then again, expecting anything from Washington in an election year that isn’t a well-crafted illusion shows I may have spent too much time in Disney World.
“And just what the truth is I can’t say anymore” seems to be the appropriate verse from the song.
I hope you have a great summer.