karismar

I have had absolutely had enough of this cloned food shit!  Tucked away in section D of our newspaper was the hideous article on cloned beef.  and I quote, "it’s silly for Americans to worry about consuming the stuff of cloned animals or their descendants."- The Galesburg, Kansas rancher, veterinarian and owner of SEK Genetics-distributor of bull semen.

Are you fucking kidding me????  NO NO NO!  I am so disappointed in so many things from that article but I am highly disappointed that this is coming from a veterianrian. Shame on him. You know, Mahatma Ghandi’s quote that hangs in my dining room says, "You must be the change you want to see in the world" and I believe that applies here. Unfortunately we cannot rely on our "elected" cough cough officials to watch out for our health and well being so it’s up to us to make the changes. I absolutely will be protesting in every establishment that I enter. I’ll be asking where they purchase their food and if they value their customer’s health and if they don’t know where it comes from than I will gently inform them of our food quality crisis and walk out.

Here is the website for this hideous veterinarian and his  GM bulls. Nowhere did I see a contact link to email them and state my protest but I"ll keep looking.

www.sekgenetics.com 

Sundays have always been a difficult day for me. So many very bad memories from my evangelical christian upbringing smack me in gut every so often, and always on a Sunday. Each Sunday held little chance of any happiness but always a sense of doom. I was always fearful of dying from the rapture and going to hell as this was their tactic……fear.  Placing fear in others gave them power and control over me as I was too god damn afraid to do anything other than what they said. This fear stayed with me well into my early 20’s until the birth of my first child. It was then that I began to see that somewhere was an escape from it all. I had already left the church but I’m talking about that power that they still had over my emotions and mind. It wasn’t until my late 30’s that I found the mental escape completely without the guilt.  Now at 40 I have found a wonderful therapist who is helping me dig out from the fallout from it all and from my horrid childhood and presenting the church and my parents to me in the true light that they are……absolutely wretched. It’s really a welcome relief to me and she has given me so many answers to "why".  I spoke of my pagan pulling and desires, even as a very young child and she told me it was my pagan soul that saved my life as I should not have come out my childhood in one piece. As I’ve nurtured this life I have I’ve noticed my sad Sundays have turned into something entirely different filled with beautiful moments with my family, long sloppy mornings pouring over coffee and newspapers and days filled with movies, good books and laughter.  Often our best of friends stop over and enjoy a bottle of wine with us and sometimes it’s strolling through the neighborhood. The beauty of life is the recovery that it offers.