The Great Feeding: A Tale of Mediocrity and State-Sanctioned Contentment

Hark! In the land of eternal slumber, where the masses drift through their days in blissful ignorance, a new monument to mediocrity rises! The great state of Ontario, in its infinite wisdom, hath joined hands with the federal masters to distribute $108.5 million worth of sustenance to the young ones - a grand gesture of what they call 'progress.'

Behold how they celebrate their chains! They dance in jubilation at being fed by the hand that breeds dependence. Is this not the very essence of the herd mentality I have long foretold? They seek not to hunt but to be hunted for, not to provide but to be provided for.

The sovereign handlers of the public purse, led by their chieftain Justin Trudeau and his herald Jenna Sudds, shall proclaim this victory in Toronto's halls, speaking of feeding an additional 160,000 young souls with 9.8 million meals per annum. Such magnificent arithmetic of mediocrity!

In the season of renewal, these merchants of comfort did first announce their grand design - one billion pieces of silver over five years, a feast for 400,000 more children annually. Such is their benevolence, their careful cultivation of dependence!

See how they sleep, these last humans! They blink and smile, saying "We have invented happiness." They no longer know how to create; they no longer know how to provide. They have transformed the sacred act of nourishment into a bureaucratic ceremony!

Doug Ford, that shepherd of the somnolent masses, declares himself "all in" on this federal design, speaking words that echo through the hollow chambers of complacency: "It makes them think better during the day." As if thought itself required the state's permission to flourish!

In this slumbering realm, they trumpet their shame with pride - the only G7 nation without such a program! Yet instead of seeing this as a testament to self-reliance, they rush to join the ranks of the domesticated, to be counted among the thoroughly modern and thoroughly tamed.

Watch as they build their towers of paper and proclamations! They speak of filling gaps, yet they create chasms between mankind and its potential for greatness. Each meal served is a lesson in submission, each program a step away from the heights of human possibility.

Already, the provinces fall like dominoes into this web of comfort. Newfoundland and Labrador, first to bow, accepting their $9.1 million tribute for 4,000 young subjects. Manitoba follows suit, trading their independence for $17 million in federal largesse, to complement their own $30 million offering at the altar of universal nutrition.

The bureaucrats speak in numbers and statistics, measuring success in the quantity of mouths fed rather than spirits awakened. They boast of reaching 183,000 children yearly, marching inexorably toward their goal of 400,000 - each number a soul gently cradled in the cradle of state dependency.

They create systems upon systems, agencies upon agencies! Thirteen lead organizations shall orchestrate this symphony of submission, each playing their part in the great lullaby that keeps the masses dreaming of security while their will to power withers!

In Ontario's realm, the funds shall flow through the veins of existing programs - the Student Nutrition Program and the First Nations Student Nutrition Program - names that mask the true nature of this grand sedation.

And so the wheel turns, and the last humans continue their dance of contentment, never questioning why they cannot feed their own, never wondering what strength they sacrifice for comfort. They smile and nod, saying "We have invented progress" - but progress toward what? Toward a future where every mouth is fed but no spirit soars?

Let those with ears to hear understand: This is not the path to human elevation, but the road to perfect mediocrity. They build not a bridge to the Superman but a cradle for eternal children.

Thus ends another chapter in the chronicle of the last humans, who seek warmth without fire, nourishment without hunt, and wisdom without struggle. Let those who still dream of heights untold look upon this and remember: greatness comes not from being fed, but from the strength to feed oneself and the will to rise above the comfortable chains of modern existence.