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Jellied Babies (1970s) http://ift.tt/1jc5Vs4 This week’s theme of human consumption continues with this popular Jellied Babies confectionery packaging from the late 1970s.
It’s that time of the year when people tear unborn offspring away from incarcerated, drugged, distraught adults, paint them lurid colours, as if to mock them, then devour the helpless, would-be babies in front of the tormented parents. It’s a bit like an annual jolly pogrom.
However, in the spirit of fairness, people in Scarfolk believed that chickens should not be the only creatures to lose their young during the festive spring period. Rabbit and otter eggs were also frequently consumed in Scarfolk, and human orphans in aspic were a particular favourite. Jellied Babies went into production after the council realised that the cost of foster care was prohibitive, especially because funds were needed for more beneficial things, such as quality garden furniture for the second homes of politicians.
In general, child donation can actually be financially lucrative. For example, when God sacrificed his own child for the good of society, he made sure he got a cut of the publishing and merchandising rights.
Happy Ēostre from Scarfolk Council.
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"An End to Starvation?" (Pelican Books, 1973) http://ift.tt/1gBf3JA Before the 1970s, the idea of reprocessing human body parts had only been officially proposed once. In 1790, Arnold Bumb, an alchemist, necromancer and avid shopper, suggested that amputated human limbs be surgically spliced onto livestock to make them more efficient. His pamphlet “The Duck With My Wife’s Foot” was very popular among agriculturists (and fetishists) of the time.
But it wasn’t until the 1970s, when poverty levels were at their highest since the the second world war, that the government published a white paper proposing a solution to Britain’s impending food deficit.
Since the advent of modern medicine, hospitals had been incinerating post-operative surgical and biological waste, and to many people this was considered both uneconomical and unethical. In the early 1970s, a nationwide study into the numbers of body parts amputated annually showed that there were enough discarded limbs, organs and even hair, to feed a county the size of Lancashire, as long as people complemented their diet with fingernail biting, thumb sucking, and by popping over the border into Yorkshire for an occasional pub lunch.
The government’s trial schemes were so successful that some hospitals, such as Royal Wimpy Infirmary, St. McDonalds General and North Findus Hospital shifted away from healthcare and became fully-fledged food processors and suppliers.
Perhaps it just gives us something to aspire to, as unrealistic as it might be it still seems an admirable goal even if you only make it halfway and have to work the rest out yourself.
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Follow the Country Code (1979) http://ift.tt/1fJwFiK Scarfolk’s farmers, like its firemen and policemen, are very delicate but have demanding jobs. Farmers wake up very early, often before lunchtime, to sing ballads to wheat fields, counsel anxious potatoes and smear themselves in shit.
They must also be able to communicate telepathically with livestock destined for ritual sacrifice. Pagan rites are complex and it’s crucial that animals learn their lines and do exactly as they are instructed. Even the slightest deviation from standard procedure can lead to a faulty communion with the Nameless Lord of No Known Name, whom locals call Mr. Johnson for the sake of brevity.
Most sacrificial animals are fully aware of their fates and tend to mumble or mime their lines to delay the inevitable. It’s not death that bothers them so much as being reincarnated as motorway service station employees.
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"Mummy’s Gone Now" Scarfolk Books, 1978. First day of Spring! http://ift.tt/1lSbTSoHappy first day of Spring from everyone at Scarfolk Council.
'Totalitarian Salads', Scarfolk Books, 1976 http://ift.tt/1fDf4I6 ‘Totalitarian Salads,’ published in 1976, sold more copies than any other book that year and was voted Scarfolk’s best book by no less than 100% of the public in a mandatory survey.
The success of this publication may be partly due to the fact that all bar one of Scarfolk’s bookshops and publishing companies were razed to the ground in semi-mysterious circumstances. In short,’Totalitarian Salads’ was the only book commercially available that year.
Additionally, the authors and editors of competing cookery books were found sauteed in a mass shallow grave just outside Scarfolk.
Police food forensics experts put the recovered bodies in a refrigerator overnight before transferring them to an oven for 20-25 minutes and then pouring into individual pots to be garnished with wreathes of flowers.
Despite attempts to monopolise the cookery book market, illegal food pamphlets were distributed by an underground recipe resistance movement. This is the origin of recipes such as
'soufflé uprising,' 'coup soup,' 'putsch punch,' and 'insurgence sausages.'
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International Women’s Day (1970) http://ift.tt/PbQc5e Today is International Women’s Day and the anniversary of the “Spread ‘Em” campaign.
The freedoms of women and people like that were always very important in Scarfolk. As you will see from this poster and magazine ad issued by the council in early 1970, women had even more social and legal rights than domesticated foreigners.
Scarfolk was one of the first places to give women the right to ask a man if they are allowed to vote.
The council also fiercely lobbied to permit women’s sports such ironing, being pretty & sweet, and sobbing without cause in international competitions, including the Olympics. That the council was unsuccessful is testimony to the reactionary structures and attitudes that still hinder a woman’s place in society. Poor dears.
I wish this was exaggeration, I really do.
IS IT SO MUCH TO ASK
TO JUST BUY A TOP THAT I CAN WEAR
THAT PEOPLE CAN’T SEE MY BRA THROUGH?
True story. Until I get the company shirt, my work uniform is a white polo. So I had to buy a white polo. Not a problem, right? Polos are just heavy jersey. Shouldn’t be an issue, even if it is white.
I went through four stores because every single white lady’s polo was see-through. See-through to the point where an onlooker could pinpoint the exact location of the bleach stain on my bra.
So, in a quiet rage, I finally went to the men’s section. Wonder of wonders, the men’s polos were not see-through.
WHY? WHY IS MY PROFESSIONAL CLOTHING NOT HELD TO THE SAME STANDARDS OF OPAQUE-NESS AS MEN’S PROFESSIONAL CLOTHING?
I get most of my overshirts/jackets from the men’s section. For one, they have awesome jackets, and two— I have rather large breasts. I do not want something in cutsy glittery girly shit plastered across my chest, thank you. I get enough people that can’t look me in the eye.
my kingdom for a leather jacket with a decent curved waist
Bless this post.
Every fucking time I go out to look for a simple t-shirt, all I find are shirts that are super tight and uncomfortable for the sake of showing off your bust, have stupid sayings on them like “Lean, mean, sexy machine” (I have seriously seen shirts with those exact words), and have tiny fucking sleeves that don’t even cover your armpits (because we all have those days when we really don’t feel like shaving). Unfortunately for me, my mother thinks these shirts are cute and gets them for me constantly. :/
I will always buy my sweaters in the men’s section. Not only are they bigger and more comfortable, they’re actually made with better material. Apparently, you have to be male to merit fabric thick enough to actually keep you warm. Ever wonder why girls complain about being cold more often than guys? It’s not them. It’s their clothes.
Women’s clothing is designed to be rubbish so that they can buy more all the time.
Men’s clothes actually makes SENSE.
I have so many feelings on this topic, I need to stop now before I break something.
And don’t forget actual, functioning pockets.
I could probably write a fucking dissertation around the bullshit of women’s clothing and how it’s pretty much useless and overpriced, and even then you can only something that’s an approximation of “a fucking simple t-shirt” where the male equivalent is functional, easily accessible, and a price quote that won’t bankrupt you.
It will have 3 appendixes devoted to, in order, “Stupid cuts for jeans and how they are impossible to figure out store to store, let alone style to style,” “Why do people think all jeans need to adhere to your body like skin tight spandex, for gods sake sometimes I just want to wear pants that I can actually move in,” and “Girls Have Stuff Too: A look at why shallow pockets are a joke and “fake” are the stupidest fashion choice ever made.”
Fake. Fucking. Pockets.
I’m really fucking sick of all these sheer shirts popping up goddamned everywhere. Maybe I DON’T WANT to wear ANOTHER shirt underneath. I prefer just the fucking one, thanks.
Rich and I were discussing fake pockets in line at Target the other day and the cashier lady just busted out laughing and said, “Honey, ain’t that the damned truth?”
RAISE YOUR HAND IF YOU’RE TIRED OF WEARING CAMISOLES UNDER ABSOLUTELY EVERYTHINGJUST SO PEOPLE ACROSS THE ROOM CAN’T TELL IF YOU BRA CLASPS IN THE FRONT OR THE BACK.
RAISE YOUR HAND IF YOU HAVE TO GET THOSE CAMISOLES ONLINE/FROM CATALOGUES.
RAISE BOTH FISTS HIGH OVER THE GREAT POCKET CONSPIRACY.
I was shopping for sweatpants and I’m trying to get more with pockets so I told my dad that if he found any without them I didn’t want it, so when he finally found some he went “Here; I know how you love POCKETS.” so of course I said, “You’ve never been without pockets in your life, not even when you wear swim trunks, so don’t act like I’m being picky when I actually want some for a change.” Privileged little shit
This post has to never stop, everybody needs to know the revolution has begun!!!!
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