Why is fake meat so expensive?

Why are things like Lick's burgers and Tofurky sausages so bloody expensive? They are more expensive than real meat burgers and sausages. (Not to be preachy, but I think if more people knew what was in real sausages and wieners, they wouldn't call them "real meat.") Vegetarians already have to endure people making fun of them for eating fake meat. They have to endure "You eat that shit?" at family barbecues. Why do they have to pay more to do so? Nobody's being paid at the slaughterhouse. I'm sure a farmer makes less on soybeans than a real cow or pig. This might be something for Mike to investigate.

Dogs Playing Pool

If you were wondering, my avatar features a rug behind me. Printed on the rug are dogs drinking beer and playing pool. It's a rug my father has had for years and is now nailed to a wall in the basement bedroom I once slept in until a few years ago.

I Am Back

This blog has sort of sat on hiatus, while I mostly stayed focused on my Wordpress blog. My Wordpress blog, Tales from the Beer Truck, was a project I undertook this past year in school. I've since kept it going as a hobby. But I'm renewing my interest in Making Sense in a Rambling Kind of Way as I need a place to vent in the blogosphere about all the million other issues going on in the world.

I became a serious Twitter user during the race for this year's Toronto mayoral election. (I have no doubt Toronto will eventually come to regret the election of the Homer Simpson-like Rob Ford.) In recent months I've been #tweeting like mad about events from the World Cup, the already-mentioned mayoralty race, WikiLeaks and the Keith Olbermann affair. (I sided with MSNBC. Olbermann's a journalist. He should've known better.) Then there was all my outrage at what happened at the G20 summit that took place in Toronto in late June. Was I ever angry at the way protesters were treated. I am more conservative than a lot of friends, but it does not matter if I support the protesters' issues. It was their right, especially at Queen's Park, to protest. This is Canada.

But I decided it was time I try to make sense of things again, even if I'm ranting while doing so.