Imagine, the things they’ve seen:
Dragged from their sleep into bright, white light. Packed tightly together like cattle into trucks—jostling and colliding in confusion and woe. Bruised and dumped from the trucks onto concrete, they’re separated from their families by those who see only inanimate objects. Dispatched north, south, east, and west to their disparate fates, many will freeze under icy skies or wither from the heat. Before being delivered to their final fate, many are whipped, skinned, and even boiled. From Ireland to Idaho they are treated like a blight to society.
Why would God curse potatoes with eyes?