Think about it this way; you're a head of broccoli. In the middle of the supermarket, wandering from isle to isle, looking for a high quality snack to take home... And then you see it.

Ranch and broccoli, in a vegetable party tray.

Your chlorophyl boils.

Who? Why? How? What's the meaning of this? Are you destined to live your life only to become another Walmart party hors d'oeuvre, brought by someone who was too lazy to create something themself, or too forgetful to plan ahead? Are you nothing more than a lazy man's excuse at decorum? Is life nothing more than mediocrity? What is the point of your existence?

And yet you cannot change. You cannot control your destiny. You see only ranch.

This is how the cannibalistic tribes in remote Brazil see each other. For only 25.95 a month, you can help reach these people to teach them sustainable farming methods. Let's teach them the joy of growing food, and getting out of the broccoli race.

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