Feet were built to feel the earth.
Now they live in foam prisons with arch support and marketing.
Every step is therapy the shoe stole.

They convinced people that foaming chemicals equal clean teeth.
Now bathrooms everywhere smell like mint-flavored poison.
The average toothpaste tube is a chemical cocktail - fluoride, detergents, glycerin, dyes - dressed up as “oral care.”
You could strip paint with half of it, but hey, the label says “fresh.”

Fluoride dulls the brain. Glycerin coats the enamel so it can’t remineralize.
The bubbles come from the same detergent used in dish soap.
And people buy it every month thinking they’re fighting “plaque,” not bathing in poison.
Then they chase it with mouthwash - alcohol strong enough to kill a houseplant - because marketing told them their own mouth is dirty.

Our ancestors brushed with salt, ash, clay, and bone.
They had no dentists, yet kept their teeth into old age.
The modern mouth glows white under LED ads and rots quietly underneath.

If your toothpaste needs a warning label, it’s not hygiene.

“Vegan leather” is plastic with a conscience problem.
They killed cows to save oil, then wear petroleum on their skin.
That’s not ethics. That’s cosplay for decay.

If pasteurized milk is “safe,” why does it rot faster than raw?

They boiled life, then sold the corpse as “safe.”

Raw honey
Sunlight stored in liquid gold.

Antibacterial, mineral-rich, enzyme alive.
Feeds gut, fuels brain, heals wounds.
Sweetness nature actually meant.

Humans traded it like treasure.
Used for medicine, energy, fertility.
It never spoiled — only healed slower.

Now filtered, pasteurized, cut with syrup.
Sold in bears to people scared of bees.
Real honey doesn’t need a factory.
Sweetness dies when sterilized.

Tallow kept your ancestors warm, fertile, and sane.
Now it’s replaced with seed sludge “fortified” for shelf life.
One feeds mitochondria. The other feeds hospitals.

Seed oils are crop waste in a bottle.
Factories press it, bleach it, deodorize it - then call it “heart healthy.”
You’d get more nutrition licking the tractor.

The market found a way to turn trash into trend.
They call it “vegan leather” - which is a poetic way of saying plastic.
It’s oil, glue, and dye baked into a moral disguise.
They sell it as “cruelty-free,” forgetting that landfills are graveyards too.

The cow used to give food, clothes, and fertilizer - one death, full circle.
Now we drain oil wells to make fake skins that crack in months and choke rivers for centuries.
That’s not compassion. That’s denial in designer form.

The same crowd that chants “sustainability” buys plastic purses, soy lattes, and electric cars built with slave cobalt.
They don’t love animals - they just hate remembering they’re part of nature.

The primal world used every hide with respect.
The modern world worships polyester and calls it virtue.

You can’t fake leather and call it moral.