The small intestine is actually the longest segment of the gastrointestinal tract — the long, continuous pathway that food travels through your digestive system. In the small intestine, food is broken down into liquid and most of its nutrients are absorbed. The waste is passed on to the large intestine.
Under capitalism, food isn’t produced to eat but to make profits. When it’s not profitable to sell, they will rather dump foods, starving the people rather than to plainly donate. We produce enough foods to feed the entire population. But the sole purpose of food is to not feed the people, but to feed the greed of the producers, the farmers, the corporates. Capitalism created an artificial scarcity of food where we produce too much food for the obese and throw the rest away to rot in front of the poor.
Henry Kissinger How I’m missing yer You’re the Doctor of my dreams
With your crinkly hair and your glassy stare And your machiavellian schemes I know they say that you are very vain And short and fat and pushy but at least you’re not insane
Henry Kissinger How I’m missing yer And wishing you were here
Henry Kissinger How I’m missing yer You’re so chubby and so neat
With your funny clothes and your squishy nose You’re like a German parakeet All right so people say that you don’t care But you’ve got nicer legs than Hitler And bigger tits than Cher
Henry Kissinger How I’m missing yer And wishing you were here
Henry Kissinger How I’m missing yer You’re the Doctor of my dreams
With your crinkly hair and your glassy stare And your machiavellian schemes I know they say that you are very vain And short and fat and pushy but at least you’re not insane
Henry Kissinger How I’m missing yer And wishing you were here
Henry Kissinger How I’m missing yer You’re so chubby and so neat
With your funny clothes and your squishy nose You’re like a German parakeet All right so people say that you don’t care But you’ve got nicer legs than Hitler And bigger tits than Cher
Henry Kissinger How I’m missing yer And wishing you were here.
Henry Kissinger How I’m missing yer You’re the Doctor of my dreams
With your crinkly hair and your glassy stare And your machiavellian schemes I know they say that you are very vain And short and fat and pushy but at least you’re not insane
Henry Kissinger How I’m missing yer And wishing you were here
Henry Kissinger How I’m missing yer You’re so chubby and so neat
With your funny clothes and your squishy nose You’re like a German parakeet All right so people say that you don’t care But you’ve got nicer legs than Hitler And bigger tits than Cher
Henry Kissinger How I’m missing yer And wishing you were here