Lump it or Leave It
On GMOs and big corporations
The other day, as my wife knelt over me with a rolling pin trying to break down a charley horse occurring above my eyebrows, I came to realize my personal threshold for pain in the form of a little research.
It started innocently enough on Facebook one morning, where I’d found dozens of posts, stacked one above the other, sort of like a modern totem pole of our society’s demeanor. Politics, religion, food, love, hate, relationships, nature, pets, cars, boats, bikes, jokes, etc., a fair representation of my tribe of friends as a whole. A little scary sometimes, but fair.
The one on top asked me to ‘like if you love your country,’ of which I promptly obliged. Then reservations in my frontal lobe spoke up reminding me that love isn’t always blind, at least not with me. I love my cat but not entirely her claws. I didn’t ‘un-like’ that post nor have I unloved my cat either, I’m simply cautious whenever her backfield goes in motion.
Skepticism and its little brother ‘guarded optimism’ are healthy attributes to have in a free capitalist society. Jefferson and Eisenhower felt this in their bones and so do I. Hell, next to bullpuckery, it’s the hottest commodity in our nation’s capitol, even on holiday! Some sources seem even to be ‘fracking’ for skeptics using high-pressure gas and raw sewage. Inasmuch as a jack of spades has but one eye to appraise the rest of the hand he’s in, finding the truth of any important matter can be as headache generating as a two-year-old with a new violin, especially if you think the deck might be evenly stacked and in no one’s particular favor. You would be wrong. Whoever coined the phrase “The truth will set you free” may not have been thinking along the lines of politics. Or, maybe they really meant us to hear, “The truth will set you off, but it isn’t free.”
The second post, from a different friend, came courtesy of “Occupy Monsanto” and, with that, ensued hours long and uncounted clicking link after link and taking notes upon notes until my eyebrows finally collapsed under their own weight.
In this journey into a ‘Dante’s Inferno” of the American experience, I’ve come to feel sorry for the founding fathers who worried and lectured of the dangers of too much power in any one circle, for they put in place important checks and balances to protect us from despotic interests both in and out of government. This sometimes even works.
But how about when those circles are conjoined to form an impermeable pile of political/industrial clout so big, so dense, so encompassing that it can never be reversed in time to avoid complete disaster in the form of corporate fascism?
In my humble but far from lonely opinion, Monsanto is the biggest elephant in the newsroom (or congressional lobby) and also the largest spreader of destructive reasoning and political contributions our country has ever seen, producing some of the biggest despots the corporate mindset has ever generated. No easy feat! The prize must be truly something, worthy of that much effort! I seriously hope that I’m wrong here but intensely doubt that I am, considering what stuck to my shovel lately.
Do you recall “The Ugly American?” I barely do but it struck in me a chord still reverberating in my soul after some fifty years, vibrating the notion “your way may not be the right way for everyone or even yourself for that matter.” Time repeatedly points this out to those who pay attention.
When new or critical information comes to light, we’re supposed to adjust our trust accordingly with our voter pamphlets and if that doesn’t work, with our money.
The burning of trust has promoted more power and abuse worldwide than any other source in history and it didn’t start with the Trojan Horse, although this example points directly at a sizable herd of them stabled in our nation’s capitol.
Typing in “Monsanto Protection Act” on your search engine will fetch you a headache lurking within, as it did for me, large enough to survive a bottle of painkiller of even the 25-year-old variety.
When a corporation, farting rainbows and passing gas through channels of our government, is allowed to pollute not only our cropland and food supply, but also our very fabric of existence, our future becomes a single rut on a downhill run into desperation and famine. How we treat our topsoil now will be how it treats us later. I’m worried about later. I can see a future without the likes of Monsanto but not one without good topsoil.
You can also find an enlightening and thought provoking list, put together by “Occupy Monsanto,” of some rather serious corporate/government connections. Dig this up yourself, as there isn’t enough room here for illustration. It’s that big! From the Supreme Court to the White House, the FDA to the USDA, DOD to the EPA, all underwritten by our friends at the Defartment of Commerce and Profligation.
The current state of our food production and supply and the hallowed grounds from which they come can only be looked upon with doubt, dismay and that old dog, skepticism. The poisons we and every other critter ingest are what we have become; sick, tired and complacent toward change in a real and meaningful way.
Change is possible, however, through public outcry in the marketplace, as long as that remains legal or even still possible to do, starting today.
Our country was declared by dissidents 237 years ago and the best progresses it has made so far as I can tell are on account of a steady stream of them ever since, possibly the only true checks and balances of a system so heavily weighted on the side of greed and corruption in a free market society.
Meanwhile, if you think industry will do no harm, as Reagan and his ‘omics’ convincingly implied, then you’ve ignored your homework and perhaps your butt needs to be unscrewed from your shoulder blades where you’ve been meditating the dark interior of your own moon for all too long.
If we can’t bring ourselves to avoid the endless tides of preconceived wars and the unsustainable “crapiculture” of corporate farming and redirect that effort toward a way of life biologically sound, fair and equitable, then we have little hope of passing anything on but trouble and disappointment.
Next month, if there is one and my headaches subside, I’ll try once again to be humorous far beyond this next thought: “What do you get when you give a loaded paint brush to a pet politician?”
“US painted into a corner.”
Here is but a smattering of the rocks I looked under that generated such a muscle spasm on my forehead. You owe it to yourselves, if not your innocent progeny, to do this. Shake off the crap that makes you not care. Turn on your computer, take some preemptive pain medication, open your mind and start digging, then make your voice heard. Ignorance will be no excuse but instead quite painful, far beyond a damn headache, I assure you.
Inasmuch as I can tell, our lives and freedom depend on it. Dig, dialog, do!
Here is a very partial list of places I went for information, I dare you to do the same. The sooner, the better.
Monsanto Protection Act
Just label it
Scientists under attack/Monsanto
Food Democracy Now
Roundup resistant bees
Gmo myths and truths
Water.USGS.gov./pesticide use maps/glyphosate
Organic Watergate white paper/cornucopia