Rejoice! The creation of the Third World middle class!
The farmers of agrarian, Third World countries used to be undermined by subsidised food from the industrialised nations. Now the demand for biofuels has changed all that! Rising oil prices makes this high paying market guaranteed. The land owners will finally be able to pay their bank loans and stop being subsistence farmers. With money, the land owners will learn the meaning of enterprise. To improve productivity they'll buy excessive amounts of fertiliser and pesticides and invest in irrigation that drains the water table. Or rather, they'll do lot more of that.
This new middle class who once stuggled to sell to their own nation will regard their domestic market as a waste of time. When they see the irony of farmers mostly buying food from the other side of the world, they'll know they've arrived.
Matthew Greet
Choose Life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance. Choose fixed interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisurewear and matching luggage. Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourself. Choose your future. Choose life... But why would I want to do a thing like that? I chose not to choose life. I chose somethin' else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who needs reasons when you've got heroin?
- Mark Renton, Trainspotting.
