And why not make it a
first call to get your priorities sorted out about your 2017 eating
habits. After all, it is the quality of the fuel that you put in the
tank that ensures how well your engine runs.
Wrong, the product range you are looking at is made up of many slight variations of 'one food', and that one food has a number of different manufacturers. So you go to get a liter or two of milk; Oh my!
Six different mega dairies have their goods on display, all churning out the same white stuff (called milk), and they all look identical.
Choice? Oh yes, you can have skimmed, reduced low fat, or whole; all of which are pasteurized and homogenized. And, of course, there's ultra heat treated (UHT). But there's no 'milk' available.
I think you get my drift:
Real Milk is 'illegal' in these places - unless you're in France.
Raw unpasteurized milk, with nothing added or taken out:
Stick with me on dairy, because in many ways it's symbolic of all the rest of the junk in this 'superstore'.
Did you know that 'homogenized' milk involves forcing the cream layer (which normally floats on the top) to morph into the rest of the milk? Yes, that's what happens.
And it's a particularly dodgy business because this forcing is done under very high pressures, where the milk is blasted through a metal plate perforated with many small holes, thereby forcing the cream into the milk and the milk into the cream, so you can't see the difference.
What comes out the other end resembles 'another food' - and by the time it's also been heat treated (pasteurized), squirted into a plastic bottle and stuck on the supermarket shelf for a few days, it is another food.
Food? No sorry, shouldn't
really use that term.
It's essentially indigestible.
So let's get serious:
His report mysteriously disappeared soon after it was released and the author was quickly sidelined.
Ever heard any stories
like this before?
Now don't tell me there's
no choice here!
Places it would make you sick to set foot in. Places where 15,000 hens cram into one vast neon-lit shed. Usually in 'cages' of eight to ten birds each.
Hens fed antibiotic-laced genetically modified soya and maize - and a bunch of other stuff like manioc from Thailand and rice husks from China; whatever is cheap and available and capable of fattening a chicken in just ten weeks.
Ten weeks? Yes, that's how long it takes to get them up to slaughter weight.
Just keep the lights on and keep stuffing them - and that's the full life-span of a typical supermarket chicken. The antibiotics are fed prophylactically so as to keep the hens from dying of diseases which are rife in this airless, sunlight-less, neon-lit 'natural' environment...
Egg production is just
the same horror story. Life span even shorter. Beaks clipped too.
Never see grass, let alone the light of day.
What about the pork and ham cuts on display? Yes, exactly the same regime. Hundreds, more often thousands, of pigs in the same style vast shed. Also fed GM maize and soya. Also given routine antibiotics. Also deprived of sleep and relentlessly fattened.
The lifespan of the
fatteners is at best three to four months, and the sows, maybe a
Free range chickens on
grass also around five to six years.
The reality is that what you are eating - unless it is certified as organic (and most 'supermarket organic' pushes the term to its limit of credibility) - what you are eating is the remnants of an animal that has just been through a concentration camp.
Put that in your trolley?
Support animal genocide?
Yes, of course, but the paper (unless you purchase recycled) for your loo roles is coming from strip-forest logging exercises, is heavily processed and then treated with chemicals and synthetic perfumes,
The household detergents?
Do I need to tell you? Chemical paradise designed to kill anything
that moves - including you!
Er, well, please
understand that it's almost certainly been sprayed ten to twelve
times during its growing period with chemicals that destroy bees and
sicken birds - so it might be better to give them a miss too, right?
Is there any choice? asks
the by now pale-faced, shell-shocked consumer.
Go to the farmer's market. Maybe a natural foods store. Places where a human being serves you, someone who knows something about the foods on sale in their shop and where they are grown and raised.
Scale down your expectations. Look for that which is local, fresh and nourishing.
Think human scale, not cyborgian mega-scale. Drop the 'super' and re-find 'the market'. The market place. The real people with real smiles and earth-worn fingers.
Come to your senses. Realize that you have been duped, browbeaten and robbed - maybe for years.
Give your body, mind and spirit the chance to heal. Give your money to people who deserve it; people who work with, rather than against, nature.
Turn over a new leaf. And
if a small bug falls off it, laugh out loud - and give praise for
the diversity of the living environment, rather than the sterility
of a death cult dressed-up as 'convenience'.