Rutabaga......yuck. The one root crop I never could enjoy. Sure are big though. Nasty smell. Weird flavor. I much prefer turnips and Kohlrabi over rutabaga.
If the next election results in the Dem fundamental transformation your gray uniformed government agents will offer you the insect rations or the rutabaga and parsnips ones. Your choice. And cameras will record your facial reactions to have computers analyze them.
From Everybody Knows by Leonard Cohen (1988—Covid hadn’t happened yet)
And everybody knows that the Plague is coming
Everybody knows that it’s moving fast
Everybody knows that the naked man and woman
Are just a shining artifact of the past
Everybody knows the scene is dead
But there’s gonna be a meter on your bed
That will disclose
What everybody knows