The Angry Cheese.: Frankenfoods v Mother Knows Best.

"You are what you eat” as the saying goes and it is true. Food is our fuel supplying us with nourishment, energy and the trace minerals with which we heal ourselves. Not just physically either. The effects of being ill through having a limited diet can be mood swings, depression, lethargy, unhappiness, even madness and probably an early death.

We appreciate good food in Britain, our TVs are full of enthusiastic people cooking elegant recipes, encouraging us to try new ingrediants and our supermarkets are full of good food from all over the world – or are they?

How many of us have the time or inclination to stand around scrutinising the listed contents of every packet, can, bottle and jar? Most of us are currently taking on trust the fact that the Government has decided, for now, not to allow Genetically Modified foods to be sold and consumed here. Yet the field trials seem to be continuing......

So where does this leave us? And does it matter? Should we worry?

Our farmers love us don’t they, and our Government do! They wouldn't make our children eat dangerous rubbish just so they could make loads of money, would they?

www.telegraph.co.uk/earth/main.jhtml?view=DETAILS&grid=&xml=/earth/2008/02/24/scifair324.xml

www.i-sis.org.uk/GM-Food-Animals.php

www.i-sis.org.uk/GM_Food_Nightmare_Unfolding.php

http://news.scotsman.com/gmfood/Consumers-unaware-of-eating-GM.3498989.jp

www.medialens.org/articles/the_articles/biotech/ar_sinister_sacking.html

Oh please! - www.nanowerk.com/news/newsid=3870.php

PEACE.

SWEET PEACE, where dost thou dwell ? I humbly crave,
Let me once know.
I sought thee in a secret cave,
And ask’d, if Peace were there.
A hollow winde did seem to answer, No :
Go seek elsewhere.

I did ; and going did a rainbow note :
Surely, thought I,
This is the lace of Peaces coat :
I will search out the matter.
But while I lookt, the clouds immediately
Did break and scatter.

Then went I to a garden, and did spy
A gallant flower,
The crown Imperiall : Sure, said I,
Peace at the root must dwell.
But when I digg’d, I saw a worm devoure
What show’d so well.

At length I met a rev’rend good old man :
Whom when of Peace
I did demand, he thus began ;
There was a Prince of old
At Salem dwelt, who liv’d with good increase
Of flock and fold.

He sweetly liv’d ; yet sweetnesse did not save
His life from foes.
But after death out of his grave
There sprang twelve stalks of wheat :
Which many wondring at, got some of those
To plant and set.

It prosper’d strangely, and did soon disperse
Through all the earth :
For they that taste it do rehearse,
That vertue lies therein ;
A secret vertue bringing peace and mirth
By flight of sinne.

Take of this grain, which in my garden grows,
And grows for you ;
Make bread of it : and that repose
And peace, which ev’ry where
With so much earnestnesse you do pursue
Is onely there.

Source:
George Herbert, 1593 - 1633

To open music in another program.

Saturday, March 1, 2008

Frankenfoods v Mother Knows Best.