Regicide

Schlosser's op-ed on the fucked-up economics of fast food tomato growing in Florida is worth a read and a reflection. Almost as remarkable is the significant cohort of Times readers who are batshit Idaho meth-brewing ultra-right
zealots and make comments condemning Schlosser's lack of respect for the market.*  If you can walk into a  BK after reading this between now and Christmas and order a fucking Whopper, you deserve a lump of coal in your stocking, and said coal inserted into your temple, bolo-steez.
*With such a significant proportion of Times readers likely committed to drinking only their own filtered urine, it hardly seems worth it for Maker's Mark to splash out for a full-page ad, even if it is cheek by jowl with an article on Bourbon's new cachet.

Comments

[Rose's Lime]

Given the lack of resemblance between the red perforated watery disk that is likely to appear on a Whopper and a tomato, wouldn't BK be better off using a synthetic vegetable topping? The irony is that they're probably paying more in R&D on synthetic tomato substitutes than the $250,000 they're begrudging the laborers.