WHAT WILL BECOME OF THEM? Scrooge & Spirit on Immigration
Excerpts from A Christmas Carol, by Charles Dickens (1812-1870), interwoven with recent news digests, June 2014. Scrooge and the Ghost of Christmas Present Discuss Immigration Policy
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“J31” was the original name of the most dangerous riding bull ever bred when he was just a scrawny calf. He wasn’t much to look at. He certainly didn’t look dangerous at all. His owner thought so little of “J31” that he has said he thought “J31” would not amount to much and would probably be sold to McDonald’s for hamburgers.
One day, as some pre-pubescent “tween-age” bull-riding “wannabee” was atop “J31”, kicking and trying to get a good ride out of him, something in the calf “just snapped”. He leaped, bucked forward, bucked backwards, spun around, kicked with his legs so high he almost flipped over onto the rider! By the time the boy got free, the calf had almost gone totally over the arena fence. It scared that kid badly. But, “J31”’s owner decided to keep him around, at last he had shown some bull-calf “potential.”
The psyche of rodeo bulls is not wired to be afraid of humans or to submit – even with a rider on their back. This proved to be especially true of “J31”. By age 5 he weighed nearly 2,000 pounds and could so artfully twist his spine and throw legs in different directions, so lightning fast, that riders had no point of balance or counter-balance. “J31” could not be ridden. And, he extracted attempted riders so dramatically that he was eventually named “Bodacious”.
The thing which made “Bodacious” so fierce was that he became extraordinarily vicious from all directions at once. Even worse, “Bodacious” got meaner and craftier the more riders and experiences he had.
He was like a malevolent force of nature which could not choose to do anything other than to destroy anything on his back. The most talented bull riders in the world attempted to stay on him and despite the highest cash purses for success, the most impressive protective gear imported from other sports, they were crushed, mauled and wounded so badly and required so many surgeries to repair, re-construct or replace skulls, faces or limbs; they themselves were simply grateful to be lucky enough to have survived. It was almost as if they had grabbed hold of a personal tornado which simply would not stop even when the rider was on the ground. “Bodacious” was so vicious his owner retired him when he was young BEFORE he killed anyone.
WHY AM I HERE?
There is something in Americans which makes us not only believe we can overcome nature, but to risk it and seek it out. We fancy ourselves fearless. Hence, rodeo, bull-riding and many other activities which are quintessentially “American.”
We make huge industries out of creating ways for people to take risks. How many brain injuries have there ever been from people running in to one another in combative sports like football? Motocross? “Big time” wrestling? Cage boxing? Snow boarding? Even trying to claim this aggressive quality as “uniquely American” is not true and thus is “uniquely American.”
Citius, Altius, Fortius (Latin for "Faster, Higher, Stronger") is the world’s motto of the Olympics. Be the best in the world. Now the world challenge themselves to overcome gravity, physical capacity, endurance. In May 2015, climbers on Mt. Everest, the highest mountain in the world were killed during two extreme natural disasters, an earthquake which triggered an avalanche. Big game hunters go after the largest, most dangerous or exotic prey. Wars are fought to dominate and wield power over other people. We honor the military. We honor the police. We honor those who risk life and limb in all of the many ways we have devised for them to be risk takers. Some hunters kill Tigers so they can sell tiger testicles to men who will eat them and gain strength. Some people swim with sharks to show their courage.
Major international companies feel danger and risk taking is a fine way to do business. Take Monsanto, maker of the glyphosphate-based worldwide herbicide product, “Roundup” which is sold in over 180 countries. National Geographic writes: “Last month (March 2015), an international agency declared glyphosate, the primary ingredient in the popular product Roundup, a ‘probable human carcinogen.’”(2)
So, here is a “probably” deadly, malevolent chemical in the most widely sold herbicide in the world through which we are self-inflicting into our patios, driveways, sidewalks and general household environment.
A tricycle is not a rodeo bull, or is it?
WHAT DO I WANT?
No one wants to “reign in” any corporation in America so avoidance of discovering danger has worked in many Monsanto products before – rBST for example. “Just like the real thing.”
Denial is strong and is government policy — “Glyphosate is not included in the U.S. government’s testing of food for pesticide residues or the monitoring of chemicals in human blood and tissues. As a result, there is no information on how much people are exposed to from using it in their yards, living near farms or eating foods from treated fields.”(2)
Glyphosphate is in the drinking water of 38 states and in 70% of rainwater samples. It was found in 90% of 300 soybean samples. It is used by farmers who gro GMO foods like corn and soybeans.
So, let’s ride this water-borne, nationally inflicted, “possible carcinogen”, corporate bull, shall we?
A water-borne carcinogen is hard to track. It twists and jumps. It can’t be linked with a specific ingestion mechanism and the formation of cancer in a specific organ – like smoking and lung cancer. We all drink water. Our bodies are 50 – 70% water. So what if 70% of our rainwater contains glycophosphate, that specific “probable carcinogen”, you can’t prove anything. Just drink your water and shut up.
Interesting. A water-borne carcinogen might cause cancer that doesn’t have a specific source as in smoking/lung cancer. How coincidental that Cancer of Unknown Primary (CUP) is the “super-bull” of the cancer world. It should be nicknamed “Bodacious”.
CUP is like a raging bull which attacks the body from within the arena of the skin from all directions at once. There is no point of pivot on which the patient can pause to resist. The CUP spreads to all organs, and even the arena of the skin. “Bodacious” the bull attempted on numerous occasions to fence climb, leap or ram. No fences stop the CUP because the skin simply is just another “organ” which CUP turns into another painful, grotesque lesion, part of this latest ride.
When you are diagnosed with cancer, some physicians use fear to get you to quickly agree to their form of treatment: surgery, chemotherapy and radiation being the predominant. But, with CUP, these physicians are as confused as bull riders atop “Bodacious” because their expertise, which focuses on specific locales of the disease and thus specific treatments (“Liver Cancer”, “Bladder Cancer” and so forth) cannot be used because CUP, like that young bull-calf “J31” is leaping, bucking forward, bucking backwards, spinning around inside and you feel totally assaulted and violated. All the organs can be affected at the same time.
What a ride! No one knows the source of an unknown primary cancer. Water-borne? Who knows.
Perhaps the main purveyor of glycophosphates, which is now heavily evident in our water supplies, like the owner of “Bodacious”, should put the stuff out to pasture until it is known to be safe in the ring with that stuff. But, no. Corporations need lots of deaths.
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