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Categories - Copywriting - Shopping - Free Online Business Help - Telecommunications Services Articles: Health - Eating Vegetables and Other Living Things Visiting my grandfather's farm was an adventure for a five-year-old child who had already been sporting his first BB gun for a year. The first thing that you ran into was the fact that there was no running water in the house and the toilet facilities sat over a pit about 40 yards from the back door.
Eating dinner always involved skinning, plucking, scaling, and/or picking. It always involved carrying water in from the hand pump right out the back door and death. Most of the time the death was uneventful, but sometimes the death would involve a lot of flopping around with squirting streams of blood. The first time I was involved in the death, my grandfather told me to go catch a chicken for dinner. After watching me try to sneak up on and chase chickens for about an hour, my grandfather reached in the back door and grabbed the loaded 22 that he kept leaning against the wall there. After being shot in the head, the chicken must have turned 20-30 somersaults in the dirt before it died. The next time, he just handed me the gun.
Once in a while, we would make the drive from Flint, MI to Truman, AR just to celebrate the death of a pig, steer, or even a goose. The celebrations always involved the number of families that would make sure that everything was consumed. I started fishing with my grandfather and father long before I can remember. By the time I turned seven, I was hunting along side my grandfather and father with my first shotgun. It was only a 410 so, we went after things like squirrels, quail, ducks, and other small game.
The Christmas right after I entered 3rd grade I was given my 12 gauge and 30-30, so we brought home the meat. I got choked up one time when I killed a deer. Seeing the tears in my eyes, my grandfather told me, "Everything comes from God and you can't survive unless you kill something and eat it. Even the corn and tomatoes die when you pick them and they are as much a part of God as any animal". I pulled out my knife and they let me work, offering only directions, until I got tired. When we arrived back at the house, the blood all over me was a badge of honor duly noted by everyone in the family. The head was nailed to the barn wall until after we left.
Today, as much as I try to avoid them, I can't avoid the cancer causing pesticides, the mutation causing vaccines, or the Mercury laden high fructose corn syrup that is making us fat, causing diabetes, and destroying human genetics. Even the wild game is poisoned from the hazardous chemical carrying plastic waste and runoff that has contaminated our oceans and is carried back to shore. It doesn't matter what farmers' market of fruit stand that you buy things from and it doesn't matter what you personally kill to eat, it has all been poisoned as a result of the coporatism that has taken over our government and food supply.
Worse yet, it doesn't matter whether you vote Democratic or Republican. They are all controlled by the corporatists who run the bureaucracies and elections. If we managed to implement government reform today, I would not die knowing that my grandkids would be able to live long and healthy lives killing and eating only things that were good for them. Whatever you think that you’re doing to eat healthy, you’re not. I can only remember celebrations at my grandfather's house and tell them the stories. http://bit.ly/mMUd9
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