On Soup, and its place in the American Meal

I'd had a long day. Well, the day was the normal length, as most days are. But it felt long. You've been there. You know. Between work, study, and watching your poorly drafted, poorly managed fantasy football team showcase your boneheaded decision-making week after week, life can get you down. And some days, the only respite from the milieu of the web 2.0 life that we live in, is dinner.   


And so I had dinner. A nice bowl of soup. Delicious, warm, soup.  


And I was still hungry. Not for food, mind you, because I was perfectly satiated with the soup. The soup was good. You would have liked it. You should have been there.  

I was hungry for justice. 

For if soup can no longer survive the cutthroat world of dinner classifications, then what are we left with? An appetizer. An app. 

In this economy?  

Look, the country is hurting, we know this. Jobs are low, unemployment is high, and no one can find any work. In this world, can we truly afford such opulence? Can't we just be happy that we have something, anything, to eat at the end of the day? Are not these greedy delusions of deserved luxury what led us down this rabbit hole in the first place? Should we keep indulging them? I say no. I say take back the meal! Take back the economy! Let's throw those plutocrats out of their ivory Washington White House towers! Take back the meal, take back the White House, and then (and only then) will we see this country lifted back onto the rails of success. Once that happens, listen, do what you want. You wanna eat more after having a nice soup dinner? Feel free, the world's your oyster cracker. But until we fight, until we accomplish the things that need to be accomplished, we cannot afford this lavish behavior. We have to be strong, we have to suffer. We have to concede that soup is dinner. You don't have to like it. You shouldn't like it. You should fight! Take back this country! 

Hey, wait. You're not going to do that on an empty stomach are you? I wouldn't. Here, try this soup. I made it for you. Let's have dinner together. 

- Akshat