In these fraught political times it’s important to stay on top of emerging stories. With that in mind, I alert you to the upcoming vote on February 24th on a resolution designating the T-Bone as the official Oregon State Steak. It is sponsored by Senator Todd Nash, who, coincidentally, is a cattle rancher.
Senator Nash admitted he preferred the Ribeye as the state steak but Oklahoma already took that. No one else has even a state meat, although Louisiana has an official meat pie, the Natchitoches Meat Pie. Perhaps if there was more competition among the states he might be persuaded to stick with his original Ribeye, there being considerably fewer than fifty cuts of steak. The Ribeye could be the Northern Cardinal of official steaks. Basically all the states have the cardinal as the state bird because they can’t name any other birds.
Undaunted by the Oklahoma ribeye situation, however, Senator Nash flip-flopped to the T-bone and made a darn good case for it. After all, the T-bone has two distinct cuts of meat divided by a bone, representing Oregon’s natural divide to a T, as it were. The yummy juicy filet mignon portion is that precious smaller bit to the west of the Cascade Mountain Range, a.k.a. bovine lumbar vertebra, where the larger urban liberal populations determine the political outcome for the rest of the state, a.k.a. the more conservative but less populous eastern strip steak portion. And the disenfranchised strip steak portion of the state is now considering peeling off and consolidating with Idaho, probably because of its famous potatoes, but maybe also because of its conservative stance on such items as women’s reproductive autonomy, the rights of property owners to destroy ecosystems for profit, and the advancement of potato-white people in general.
Not to be out-maneuvered, the Oregon Potato Commissioner, Leif Benson, proposed and succeeded in making the potato the Oregon State Official Vegetable in 2023. Prior to that point, nobody even knew we had a potato commissioner.
Senator Nash, meanwhile, is not expected to meet with much opposition to his T-bone proposition. A significant portion of the Filet-Mignon side of the state has vegan tendencies, but they aren’t quite energetic enough as a group to mount an effective campaign. And they’re still smarting at the adoption of Brewer’s Yeast as the official state microbe, rather than Nutritional Yeast. The vegan electorate has been effectively silenced by the revelation that, unlike brewer’s yeast, nutritional yeast is killed during processing.
The elevation of Brewer’s Yeast, however, did spur the state of Illinois to designate their own state microbe, Penicillium rubens, the mold that led to the mass production of penicillin, which is considered a boon to humanity, if not on the same scale as beer.
Robert F. Kennedy Jr. has been on fire to propose a state microbe, although since he is generally thought to be “in a state” of some sort, nobody knows which state it is, California and New York being in contention for the honor. Once that is determined, and settled by the appropriate courts in the states in which the gentleman would like to be considered a resident for political purposes, his resolution should encounter smooth sailing, there being so little competition for state microbes.
The only pushback might be if it is determined that Mr. Kennedy is, as the head of Health and Human Services, likely to benefit financially from the advancement of his favorite microbe Morbillivirus, which causes measles. Analysts see nothing but growth potential, however, and there’s nothing more American than making profit.
*Heavy sigh* What does it say about the state of our country when I can’t tell if this is satire, or they really are discussing things like this? It would not surprise me in the least. We officially live in the Upside-Down.
It’s the real deal! They’re voting Monday. I can’t imagine there will be a lot of pushback. Maybe from the left flank steak.
I’ve just finished binge watching The Last of Us, which is an adaptation of a video game by the same name about two people on a quest through a post apocalyptic world in which humanity is in the process of being wiped out by an evolved strain of Cordyceps fungus. Cordyceps (real) is best known for taking over its insect hosts and using them to spread itself to more insects, essentially creating zombies. Currently Cordyceps is blocked from taking over anything with a body temp higher than 94 degrees, which negates a large number of vertebrates. But what if it evolved?
The unthinking devotion of Republicans to their part line has its zombie-like qualities. It does seem that some of them are seeing the light now that Trump/Musk’s policies are hitting where they live. But what do we do now?
That hits at the heart of this, too, that it only matters when it affects them directly. I’ve long thought that the primary difference between adherents of the two parties is empathy, or lack of.
Agree on the lack of empathy.
Recently it occurred to me that, with a few exceptions, Republicans have no morals, while Democrats have no spines.
If you think about it, it’s the entire Republican contingent that is truly spineless. That none of them have challenged these fascists?
Point taken!
I can’t tell if these things are satire or truth anymore. Yes, in a country at the state of collapse, with viruses entering the country, inflation at record highs, the stock market dropping, housing unaffordable to many, heath care being slashed, surrendering to Russia and forsaking our NATO allies, the most important and urgent issue is the state steak.
Now in my state we are much more concerned about bathroom use and who is allowed to poo in which toilet.
Well, obviously, trans people should use Nancy Mace’s office as a toilet. DUH! (Yes, I can be somewhat childish, but there ya go.)
I’ll take a steak kerfuffle over a bathroom kerfuffle every time…
haha perfect. Thank you for this.
Hope Is Not a Bird, Emily, It’s a Sewer Rat
by Caitlin Seida
Hope is not the thing with feathers
That comes home to roost
When you need it most.
Hope is an ugly thing
With teeth and claws and
Patchy fur that’s seen some shit.
It’s what thrives in the discards
And survives in the ugliest parts of our world,
Able to find a way to go on
When nothing else can even find a way in.
It’s the gritty, nasty little carrier of such
diseases as
optimism, persistence,
Perseverance and joy,
Transmissible as it drags its tail across
your path
and
bites you in the ass.
Hope is not some delicate, beautiful bird,
Emily.
It’s a lowly little sewer rat
That snorts pesticides like they were
Lines of coke and still
Shows up on time to work the next day
Looking no worse for wear.
Sounds right!
Take that, Emily!