No, not that one. Well, him too, of course, but I’m talking about the real President: the guy behind the President’s Choice frozen meal I’m enjoying ingesting as I write this.

The glowing promise:

The sad, flaccid reality:

Let’s cut the crap. The only way to get their “suggested serving” is to lovingly wash the sauce off each rice kernel, spray the chicken with orange dye and then hire Rob Feenie to drop by, throw it all out and start again from scratch. And there’s only so often I can afford to do that this week.

Am I the only one pissed off by this kind of thing? Or could it be that there’s a movement out there waiting to happen, one that will forever banish the outright lying that so often passes for food packaging?