I heard a blurb on the NPR this morning that the classic Charlton Heston sci-fi movie Soylent Green was set in 2022.
Surely Rimkus must have something to say about that?
Well he DOES!
People eating just isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. It’s hard to get a uniform fat content (or ANY lean in some places… hmm, Mississippi???). Just try to make a burger out of that!
Some are just bitter to the core. Like munching crabapples. Or others are just puffed full of their own hot air, like a sugar (ie taste)-free Cotton Candy (warm Asbestos?).
So that’s some of the REAL outrage here: indigestibility of the masses.
Nevertheless, the real 2022 is upon us, and the fact is that we’re doing everything we can to stay AWAY from each other, not make meat pies out of our neighbors. But that day may come. And we will have to practice our staggering, running, pleading, warning rant (like a modern day, drunken Paul Revere on a bender after watching a triple feature of Invasion of the Bodysnatchers, The Twilight Zone – “To Serve Man” AND Soylent Green):
“PODS ARE COOKBOOKS THAT ARE MADE OF PEOPLE…AND STUFF…AND IT TASTES LIKE CRAP! RUNNNN!”
But indeed, no one will heed…
