I'm deaf, so your videos are lost on me. No chance of closed captioning, or perhaps including a transcript with the video?

Last year at the farmer's market in Cherryville, BC I made contact with a person (hush, hush) who could score me some raw milk. She worked in town and told me when I could come and get it. First, I had to provide a clean, gallon pickle jar, which I gave her the next day. A couple days later she called and told me to come get it. When I got to the store where she worked I had to wait until all the customers had gone. I went in, she went in the back and came out with the milk hidden in a brown, paper bag. No chatting. I gave her the money and split. It went down like a drug deal.

It's fucking milk, for crying out loud!

Without further incriminating myself, I have to confess: I've also occasionally bought meat from my neighbor without having it federally inspected as is the law in BC. I know, I know. These animals are grass fed. They don't get their daily dose of antibiotics and growth hormones or stand knee deep in their own shit. Yes, I realize that my life is in jeopardy by consuming meat that has been neglected like this, but I was desperate. I can't afford meat from the grocery store. And I could get this admittedly dangerous (yet delicious) meat from my neighbor for half the going price. I'm sorry. Please don't turn me in to the Mounties.

Oh. By the way. When the school system says "socialized" they mean "programmed."

Keep up the good fight.