“Of course production cannot be unbound from limits and as with all attempts at freedom beyond limits the result is violence. This violence is evident across the country in confinement chicken and pork operations. In both cases animals are bred for very particular ends such as large breasts or lean bacon that often result in a weakened gene pool. The goal is to create a series of perfectly-mirrored animals without any of the variety found in nature . These animals are then kept in large warehouse-like structures and kept in a way that is intended to maximize the speed of the animal’s weight gain with minimal losses that might affect the bottom line. The animal is not seen as an animal, but as a part of an industrial process that will result in a protein product. This is exemplified by Cargill’s move to follow the current business orientation toward providing ‘solutions’ rather than products. The pigs being raised for Cargill are a part of Cargill’s ‘Meat Solutions’ division — a pig is then reduced to a solution to a protein problem. Gone is both the joy of food and the tradition of animal husbandry — a tradition in which the words ‘products,’ ‘protein’ and ‘solution’ seem fairly out of place.”
–Ragan Sutterfield, “Farming As A Spiritual Discipline”
With all the talk in the news lately on fake or adulterated honey, I found this nice graphic on telling the difference:
“For many years, [Prince Charles] has championed organic farming and sought to raise world awareness of the dangers facing the natural environment, such as climate change. He has been outspoken on the role of architecture in society and the conservation of historic buildings, and produced a book on the subject called A Vision of Britain in 1989. He has also promoted herbal and other alternative medical treatment.” — Wikipedia.
I think he’d be a very interesting person to meet and with whom to have a nice discussion about organic farming… or climate change… or even the conservation of historic buildings. Maybe over a cup of tea.
I wonder how conversant he is on religious art….
There’s a lot to be said for common sense. Odds are, if it has a commercial then it’s not really food.
Unlabeled Toxic Ingredients
BENZENE HEXACHLORIDE, Carcinogenic.
DACTHAL, Carcinogenic (can be contaminated with dioxin); irritant; strong sensitizer.
DIELDRIN, Carcinogenic; xenoestrogen.
DDT, Carcinogenic; xenoestrogen.
HEPTACHLOR, Carcinogenic; neurotoxic; reproductive toxin; xenoestrogen.
HEXACHLOROBENZENE, Carcinogenic; neurotoxic; teratogenic.
LINDANE, Carcinogenic; neurotoxic; damage to blood forming cells.
HORMONES: Carcinogenic and feminizing.
ANTIBIOTICS: Some are carcinogenic, cause allergies and drug resistance.
NITRITE, Interacts with meat amines to form carcinogenic nitrosamines which are a major risk factor for childhood cancers.
The following is a list of foods using GMO ingredients. This list has been circulating the Internet, and also appears in several highly-circulated graphics. The best message to take away here is that if it comes in a box, you probably should think very carefully before you eat it.
Real food doesn’t have ingredients you’ve never heard of before; it doesn’t have ingredients you can’t easily pronounce. It seems increasingly companies are in a race to take the “slow” out of the “slowest form of poison” phrase that Ann Wigmore spoke of.
Companies Using GMO
- Aunt Jemima
- Betty Crocker
- General Mills
- Duncan Hines
- Hungry Jack
- Ms. Butterworths
- Peppridge farms
- Aurora Foods
- Kraft/Phillip Morris
- Post cereals
- Interstate bakeries
- Best foods
- Nature Valley
- KC Masterpiece
- Delicious brand cookies
- Famous Amos
- Keebler/Flowers Industries
- Green Giant
- Healthy Choice
- Lean Cuisine
- Marie Callenders
- Smart Ones
- Power Bar
- Chef Boyardee
- Loma Linda
- Uncle Ben’s
- Tombstone Pizza
- Orville Redenbacher
- Pop Secret
- Procter and Gamble
- Coca Cola
- Minute Made
- Ocean Spray
- Prego Pasta Sauce
- Ragu sauce
Buy fresh; buy local, and prepare it yourself. Those are words to live by. I mean, seriously, Words to live by… as opposed to suffering from diabetes and dying from cancer.
I saw several interesting things while walking around the Baptist Megaplex and Hotdog Stand last night. It was Little Girl’s Pee-Wee Soccer Night, and there were dozens of little girls rushing gladiator-style toward the soccer fields of glory. One precocious little future soccer all-star, herself barely past the toddler stage, caught my attention as she was giving a very unwanted, death-grip hug to a very unwilling little brother before she charged off to join her friends. Her dutiful dad was unloading a folding wagon from the back of the mini van and he started piling stuff into it.
I thought to my self that he had to be the coach and this was the load of whatever equipment is needed to facilitate pee-wee sports. But as I got closer, I realized there was not one bit of sports gear on it. It was a load of toys, doo-dads, noisemakers, distractions, cookie crumbs, diaper bags, sunscreens, shiny bits, small animals, and sippy cups designed to distract the so recently hug-accosted Junior. Meanwhile, all he really wanted to do was pee on the retaining wall.
If my parents had decided to take everything I owned at that age out to the field for a thirty-minute outing, the wagon load would have paled in comparison to this kid’s traveling gear. It seems a shame to me that so many parents spend so much time distracting their kids and so little time engaged with them. Kids don’t need a wagon load of crap to make their little life worthwhile; they need human interaction. They need positive examples and good role-modeling so that they can grow up to be intelligent and healthy adults, not sad and desperate human beings who cling to the belief that their television loves them and wants what is best for them, and that it expresses this by showing them all of the many wonderful worthless things that if they could just somehow own would undoubtedly make their lives seem meaningful and worthwhile and — most of all — a little less desperate.
In Other News… Ralph Died.
I’m glad I wrote about Ralph yesterday morning, because when I went out for a walk yesterday afternoon Ralph was gone. I can only presume he is dead.
It was quite clear that the mowers had been through. Though I searched diligently, I could find no sign of Ralph’s remains. Though nature and the ravages of insects couldn’t harm him, the whirling blades of death were his undoing.
Poor Ralph. I hardly knew ye.