#Wisconsin dairy

[jacksprostate]

Before Project Mayhem, before fight club, before Marla, before Tyler — there is still one sad sack of shit.

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The hard part about work trips isn't making the plane or seeing another family of five burnt into their leather seats. It's missing support groups.

See, if you're lucky, the company will send you out to a major city. Cities are great. A little advanced work to find a slightly below average church or library, you're set each night you're there.

It's a bit of novelty, getting to be a new face all at once. People assume you've just been diagnosed. It's never the failed treatments, the degradation of their life and everyone in it, the continuous experience of knowingly dying — none of those things are the worst thing that happens to you.

It's finding out they will.

So people cry. They crowd around, I sob like I've been told I've got stage four colon cancer and three weeks to live. We all cry. I sleep soundly on the plane back or in the nice, four star hotel my company provides me.

Flying out to a small town, though. I'll be awake enough to be hallucinating by the time I get back for Remaining Men Together. The only mercy is that the next time I show for all the groups I missed, I can see who thought I died. I get to be resurrected.

The other part about small towns, you have to take a second, shitter plane to a local airfield, or you have to take a rental car. One of the most popular rental cars available right now, it'll light itself on fire if you use the cruise control at the wrong time. I know this because I sat next to another guy with my job, who worked for a different company, and he said I'll show you mine if you show me yours. So I told him about the faulty airbags, and he told me about the overheating switch.

I prefer to avoid driving.

All the rental place at the airport has left for me, it's one of those flaming cars. I use cruise control. If I don't, one of my narcoleptic spells will send me into the Jersey barrier.

When you drive into these small towns, you have to try to pay attention, or you'll end up a county over talking about the wrong wreck. They're otherwise interchangeable, but the miles on your rental car won't line up and those are the type of records that might get pulled out when the company is finally sued for the big one ten years down the line.

As a result, I see the same decor on the way in every time. Meth lab. Abandoned homes. Garbage fire. Classic Americana. There is no four star hotel here; I sleep the same.

The only reason I've been brought out here is because the poor shithead who drove his truck into the ditch drunk was driving my company's flagship vehicle. It loses power steering if the car jostles the right way going above 55 miles per hour. I've been told to keep track of potential incidents and make sure the company can firmly claim it's not at fault.

We've had this problem for decades, and we will for many more. Sometimes, everything is falling apart.

The job is simple, and I only get tempted by the town's blatant opioid addiction for a day and night. Painkillers would probably make me sleep. The thing about being a recall campaign organizer, though, is like recognizes like. It's not only other Compliance and Liability guys who tell you company secrets while sharing the aisle in business class.

When I'm finally back in my own town, after my own support groups, after crying my eyes out into Bob's meaty middle — I pick up my mail. There's the newest IKEA magazine. Half of it looks like shit. The type of thing you'd only see in some curated art deco, modernist, post-modern traditionalist bohemian minimalist apartment.

I have to have it.

I go to sleep, hard, like God himself tucked me in. I sleep with my wallet net four hundred heavier, because even an IKEA spree tends not to outweigh a work trip. I sleep, with my called in IKEA goods only two short weeks away, my job well done, and I know, my life is complete.

[comicdiaries]

Getting to tour an Organic Valley farm made a huge impression on me, as you can tell!

[ahedderick]

Mr M. was my favorite client. He grew up on a dairy farm in Wisconsin, and he wanted to 'recreate' his memories of the 1950s and 60s in paintings.

Newborn calves can look terribly skinny. They fatten up quickly!

He sent me a photo of his dad with him and his sister. I added them in.

Dang, I love Jersey cows! I'm sure glad I got to paint these.

[cerealkiller740]

1957 Miss Wisconsin Cheese advertisement

[dancesingay]

Tammy For Wisconsin!! First openly female senator!

[diamondnokouzai]

on miss america

hi i'm miss wisconsin and for my talent i'll make this liter of rum disappear!

[celestemagnoliathewriter]

If Hinny was an ice cream flavour what flavour do you think it would be?

What an interesting question! I'm going to go with whiskey. There's an ice cream shop in Milwaukee, Wisconsin (WI is known as USofA's Dairyland) and there are a TON of amazing ice cream and custard places there.

Anyway, one such place is Purple Door, and they make a whiskey ice cream that is so so so good.

It reminds me of the line of Harry thinking that kissing Ginny tastes better than firewhiskey. I like whiskey ice cream for them, because it's sweet, got a bit of a kick, and delicious.

[comicdiaries]

I had a blast on this trip!

[skleznev]

The Old One, Two. by jamie heiden Via Flickr: ...Be still and listen. The Earth is singing.

[viriborne]

Anyone who thinks Harveston’s obsession with apples isn’t accurate has never been to the Midwest

[if-you-fan-a-fire]

"Scrambled Eggs and Tear Gas Used in Milk War," Kingston Whig-Standard. May 23, 1933. Page 11. --- Direct action seems to be the dominant note in the Wisconsin dairy-farmer's strike, if these pictures count for anything. Lower is an egg truck upped over by strike pickets in the highway near Milwaukee. Upper photo shows U. 8. National Guardsmen, gas-masked and armed with billies, pursuing strikers they routed with tear gas bombs after they had foiled an attempt to hold up a milk truck.

[wausaupilot]

Wisconsin towns are trying to limit CAFO growth. Big Dairy is fighting back.

The state’s dairy industry is suing towns over denied permits and environmental regulations.

by John McCracken, Investigate Midwest, Investigate Midwest September 4, 2024 Marenda Porter’s new home in Ledgeview, Wisconsin, seemed like the perfect fit for her family of four children. The growing suburb outside Green Bay was a tight-knit community with nearby land for her kids to explore and space for a large garden.  Then there was a knock on the door.  A few days after moving in,…

[jackpinebarrens]

[ravnlghtft]

[diamondnokouzai]

how old is the phrase "big mommy milkers" cause i feel like wisconsin wouldnt like that