You remimbr this fella? Ah reckun millyunz a yungunz over sevrull jinrashnz had him az their awnerary "gawdfathr," prezidin ovr minny a brekffuss table az a silent guest. Oats wuz a cheap'n helthy way ta feed a passel o squawkerz, n yew cood find Mr. Q on any shelf where surryull wuz sold.Majin mah consternashn t'uthr day when ah coon't locate him nowhere in mah local large grocery store (part of a huge chain)! He wuz still imployd bowt 2 yeerz uhgo! Whut, izzis a case of PC gone haywire? Izzit parda the mintaliddy of the croosade aginst creches? Are they paranoid bowt permotin "rlijun" ta kids az parta thur daily nurrishmint? ("Man shall not live by brayud alown, but....")
Ah'z feelin mighty displaced 'n downheartid. But evn mohr, Mr. Q'z disappearance sez sumpin bowt ahr society: fer dekaydz now, thar'z bin awl this brouhaha bowt eatin more ruffage, and the pass few yeerz, the whole "Green" nonsince to boot, so you'd think't Mr. Q'z produkk'd be in evn greater demand than evr buhfore. Instedd, the only manner o oats yew kin buy innymohr izzem itty-bitty packets o processed confetti, the type't haz tunza unhelthy additivz ta boot.
Deliver us frum the corprut dominashn o the food supply.
