The Campbell soup controversy is both fascinating and amusing. 

I had a can of Campbell’s tortilla soup last night, with a can of Mexican tomatoes, sliced potatoes, and a ton of hot savory spice added. It was delicious. 

I’ve worked in food facilities. Y’all are out there eating all sorts of things you don’t want to know about. If they are 3D printing chicken or beef, that’s fine with me. If they throw a horse leg in there, I don’t care about that either if I don’t know. Doubly so if it’s treated so that I won’t get sick. 

I survived my childhood. My dad forced me to eat things that were featured in the Temu edition of National Geographic. Other than some observable brain damage, I survived. These symptoms allow me to either be the Secretary of Health and Human Services or the President.

The amusing part of it all is that an executive got caught with his pants down, spouting what we already know.  I’d rather be eating oysters right now than working in the Campbell marketing department. (And oysters are just repackaged mucus.) 

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