Yesterday was the annual March Against Monsanto. All over the country people who care came together and carried signs protesting what is going on with our food supply. Our demonstation was not very well attended and at first that made me angry. Then I rethought it and I have decided that perhaps anger is not the right emotion. Disappointment? Maybe, but not really. After much soul searching I put my finger on it. It is Fear. It is fear for not just myself, but the whole country. Let's review here.
Most of my friends do not recall the "good old days" like I do. I grew up on the wrong side of the tracks and restroom facilities consisted of an "outhouse" and Saturday night was bath night in the kitchen in a galvanized tub that Momma filled with water heated on a wood stove, which was also used for cooking. Meat was a rarity on our table, but when it showed up it had usually been walking or hopping around in the back yard earlier in the day. And we picked greens out of the yard. We ate Lambs Quarter. Ever hear of that? A weed. Our animals were fed grain that had been fed raised in some farmers field and harvested by that same farmer. It was delivered to our place by wagon.
There was not much sickness in our small town. There was one lady who kept having tests and more tests and the tests found nothing. She had a hysterectomy, an appendectomy, tonsillectomy and finally just died. There was also a young man who set in a wheel chair in front of his house and smiled and waved every morning before school and every afternoon after school. I forget what he had, but we knew he was not well. He died when he was 14 or so. But for the most part babies were born, grew up, and moved away. The old people stayed behind and eventually died and that was that. The flu went around and we survived.
Then came polio. Then a vaccine to control that. A vaccine for small pox. Want to know a secret? I was very puny when I was pre-teen, so I never had those vaccinations. No polio, no whooping cough, no small pox, no tetenaus, no nothing. Still have not had them, do not want them and have survived just fine without them.
Then I noticed people coming down with one thing or another. I was 15 years old before I had the sign of a boob or hair under my arms. But I noticed my kids were alost fully developed by the time they were 12 and now it seems to be 8 or 9. What is going on? My first thought was growth hormones in the meat we eat and the milk we drink. Everyone thought I was nuts. Oh, well. You explain it.
Then I found out little bits of info here and there that disturbed me. Our fruits and vegetables are radiated so they stay fresher for us and can last longer on the grocery store shelf! Every thing that comes off the shelf also has a preservative in it. Buy a loaf of bread. Bake a loaf of bread. Put the 2 items on your kitchen counter and walk away. Two weeks later the store loaf will still be there, nice and fresh. The one you baked will be consumed by mold and unrecognizeable as anything edilbe. Scary, huh?
No! What is scary is what the government that is supposed to protect us is doing to us in the name of progress. A company named M#$%*@o, the one that invented agent Orange for use as a defoliant in Vietnam came up with a way to "improve" our food supply. Just alter a few genes in the DNA of and they will be grow very big, very fast. Plants will be able to kill insects from within. One bite and the worm in your corn hemmorages and dies. I have been known to eat 3 ears of corn. What do you think that does to you?
Do me a favor. You apparently have a computer and Google is all over the Internet. Google GMO. Google World's Highest Cancer Rate. And if you only do one, cut and paste this one. Which countries DO NOT allow Genetically Modified Organics.
The point I am trying to get across to you, my friends, is this: Educate yourselves. It is your body. You decide what goes in it. Big business has bought and paid for our government. If you think about it, you know I am right. Congress keeps passing laws to protect those who pollute our food supply. Think about our last election. We had a measure on the ballot to make companies label our foods. What happened? Big money came in and ran a campaign aimed at your pocket book.
"If we have to label our products you will have to pay more at the store." That is a crock! Food has to be labeled any way, we just want it HONEST!
"Oh, us small farmers will be put out of business." Of course you will when we find out what you are doing to us!
And last but not least, why do out of state businesses care what goes on in our state? Is it personal? Hell no! Oh, wait. It is personal. Personal to thier bank accounts. Please, if you do nothing else all day, spend just a little time researching your food supply and finding out why the medical problems in our country are spiraling out of control.
And on a brighter note, our crowd was younger this year. It is too late for us old people to save our colon, but if we can save the children, there is still hope. This little fellow made this sign while we were standing on the corner waving at people going by and honking. OMG! GMO!
