Stalking Monsanto’s Dr. Mengele

In the late 1980′s, I moved to the flatlandstate of Indiana!

In spite of common logic, and (as shown below) maps, this state is somehow said to be in what’s called the “Mid-West”. Looking back, I think that this move was an attempt to kill my career, which almost worked and was almost worth it.

Look closely, I’m the pixel who’s waving to you!

In retrospect, I guess that other than the fact that I didn’t speak the local language known as “sports” that all of the natives seem to speak like, well, natives, nor did I have any knowledge of that method of ripping off investors called farm futures. In retrospect, I suppose that I could have lived there with a greatly reduced life style enabled by my greatly reduced income, that’s if you can call spending your time in Indiana living.

The Twilight Zone aspect of Indiana living can be best described in one word, “Hoops”. I don’t recall ever seeing a gas station that didn’t have a basketball hoop outside the repair bay, nor a market that didn’t have one on the loading dock out back of the store. Eerie, Indiana indeed.

A heaping helping of Hoosier hospitality?

So the question at the time was, should I stay or should I go? A weak spot in any thought of staying with that scenario is that unless I could find a way to make it look like an accident, the predictable, inevitable and likely eventual demise of she who is now my ex-wife (# 2, should you be counting) might have caused me to spend my days residing in the Hoosier Hospitality Suite of the Graybar Hotel. Husband or wife? Don’t make me choose.

Hoosier Daddy Now, Bitch?

For the record (and for any law enforcement type officer who might reading this), as far as I know she’s still alive. I did come up with a, eh… let’s just call it a real killer idea of how to commit a perfect crime without leaving an evidence trail that could be tracked back to me the perp, but I’m saving that idea for a script that I’m working on. Or perhaps my next ex-wife?

Vengeance is mine, sayeth the writer.

Ah, but I’ve digressed from my reason for mentioning Indiana in the first place.

And by the way, fuck the Pacers, the Colts, and anyone named or related to Bobby Knight…

While driving around central Indiana in my spare time, which was all that I had as there wasn’t much work to speak of for me, I noticed that many of the farms along any given road had little signs indicating what sort of corn seeds that they had planted there, identified with a serial number. I thought this to be a bit odd since the signs were far too small and way too low to the ground to be of much use as an advertising campaign.

During this time, I also learned that there were different kinds of corn; sweet corn, feed corn (also known as “cow corn”), canning corn, get the picture?

Well, it turns out that the fun loving folks at Monsanto had a hand or two in this mystery, as they have patented several varieties of corn that are resistant to their own inhouse weed killer that’s available in a lesser form as “Roundup” for home use, note the “Roundup Ready” sticker on the sign above. Just for kicks, google these words: monsanto + Roundup Ready + glyphosate and then think about the foods you eat that are down the, eh… food chain from that growth crop, only a cow stands between you and modified corn seed, unless some Hoosier idiot tips the cow over.

So what does all that simply mean? They have created a weedkiller that kills basically all other living vegetative matter except those that have been genetically modified (as in the corn mentioned above) so the grower doesn’t have to pick away weeds, they just use “Roundup Ready” and then everything on the field other than that special GMO corn will meet a quick and tidy death.

(UPDATED 3-13-2010 –> Monsanto and Soybeans!)

And about the genetically modified stuff that remains inside the food eaten by the food (i.e. cattle) that we eat? I suppose it should be considered a good thing that we’re thought to be at the end of the food chain.

Of course, all of the above is merely my opinion and should be protected by my right to free speech as described in what was, and may still be called the “Constitution”, perhaps you’ve heard of it?

The ownership of any and all photos, opinions, and quotes above (including my own) belong to the material’s creators, credit is given when known.

There’ve been some changes recently, so at least that’s true until some corporation, much like, for example, Monsanto donates big bucks to some political campaign and the politician who is the beneficiary of that donation decides “Well, enough of this liberal nonsense” and then closes down that loophole.

It’s going deep, deep into left field….

Imagine that there’s a political party with some, um……, let’s say previous “expertise” in gaming the voting procedures and electronic machines, that is they’ve developed ways of making strange things happen between the entry poll and the final voting results.

Now further imagine that someone in said party realizes that by setting up such a game in the primary of another party, the party of the first part (sorry, couldn’t resist that one) could manipulate the competition into voting in an unexpected straw dog that come real election time would be vulnerable to any number of dirty tricks. Perhaps they would do this in two different primary elections with two very different prospects to thereby create a small group of targets for later work and divide up votes that could go to, ummmm……..

……oh, let’s just say a much more worthy option.

Meanwhile, back in the trenches……

Now, imagine just for this exercise, a black guy and a white woman.

Imagination not working? O.K., try these ones.

I’m just saying, Ms. Clinton or Mr. Obama might have the “honor” to be the first Democratic presidential candidate to have hoisted up on the big ballot by members of the Republican party.

This isn’t really such a new idea, as long ago I tried to drum up votes for one J. Danforth (Danny Boy) Quayle, Quayl, whatever that Hoosier village idiot’s name was. I was sure that if he somehow got on the ballot, even Republicans wouldn’t stoop so low as to vote for some goy, er… some guy who, if elected, would have required the government to purchase a short yellow version of Air Force One, if you get my drift.

Son_of_a_bitch if “W” didn’t prove me wrong!

Oh, what to do? Well, for starts……..