Yay the Bolivarian Revolution!
Chicken meat is cheap because it is easy to raise chickens, specially if you do it on an industrial basis. On the East side of Caracas (back in my not so younger years), there was a chicken processing plant and they had a retail section open 2 or 3 times a week where you could go get freshly processed chicken if you were not fussy about not being packaged. The chicken was put up for sale (plucked, gutted and cut) in big plastic boxes with rolls of plastic bags next to them. You picked what you wanted, bagged it and went to the register where it was weighed and ringed. I forget exactly the prices, but I remember mom commenting it was less than half you could get at your regular supermarkets. The company was processing so much chicken that rather than wasting it or freezing it, they would sell it at a heavy discount.
Now they have to ask kids to grow chickens in the classrooms so they can eat, maybe.
Because Socialism works.
And that will last until the moment the neighbors realize there are chickens at the school and come by one night and take them all.
Then, no more school chickens.
Or is Maduro going to station a platoon of armed guards at every school chicken coop?
More to the point, the school children (free labor) working to raise the chickens, will have to turn the chickens and eggs over to government commissars and their families still won’t get any to eat. The government goon squads, however, will eat well.
British guy sold a dozen meat rabbits (effectively donated them) to N Korea so they could be bred and help feed the population. No one knows exactly what happened to him and the breeder wasn’t allowed to travel to NK to help set up a facility but the suspicion is they were all eaten by officials.
Listen, years ago I rode with Juárez against Emperor Maximilian. I lost many chickens but I thought it was worth it to be free.
When Porfirio became President, I supported him – but he stole my chickens. Then came Huerta and he stole my chickens. Then it was Carranza’s term, and he stole my chickens too. Now comes Pancho Villa to liberate me and the first thing he does is steal my chickens…
What makes one different from the others? My chickens don’t know. All over the world revolutions come and go. Presidents rise and fall. They all stole your chickens. The only thing to change is the name of the man who takes them. —Old Man, ‘Young Indiana Jones Chronicles,’ season one, episode one.
That show aired when I was ten or eleven years old. This speech by a fictional old man did more to shape my political philosophy than anything else I was ever taught in school.
I’m sure St. Greta would see this as a good thing- check that.
She’s a vegan. She’d rather that those peasants starve, as she takes her expensive meals at various fancy eateries.
I’m just waiting for all the US and UN SJW’s to demand that the children be made to raise and eat crickets. Because we all know that rearing animals as a source of food is killing the environment and will lead to the end of the world and mass extinctions. And Greta should plan her next PR trip over to Maduro’s front door. I’ll make the popcorn.