Sunday

A cruel, cold wind is a'blowing


















I shiver.  The wind continues to blow.  The tree tops sway and I smell something new, ozone?  Change, change is a'coming this way.  Cruel, dark, dank and full of sorrow, the winds of a world gone mad.  And even more cruel, a world that does not feel the wind at their backs.  A people afraid of the dark, no, afraid of the outside.  How is it that a nuclear disaster can spew its toxic vomit into the sea, and no one notices.  No one notices that dinner is from a box or maybe a can.  Meaningless ingredients from meaningless companies, tasting like some kind of sweetened salt mixed with paper.  Let's go for the banana.  Strange texture, stranger taste, what has happened to food?  What has happened to people?  Pale, sickly-looking, drug-addicted people who wander through life buying their reality at the corporate kiosk.  Nothing changes, except the wind and the speeding of time.

Walking, walking, walking, there is a dead lizard on the sidewalk.  I look at him, what happened?  Too many fast food dinners?  Or was it that idiot drunk driver who mowed ya down?  Or was it the drugs or the alcohol?  I stare at the dead body and wonder whether it even matters.  You don't look happy but then ya don't look sad.  What happened?  Does anyone care?  Or are you just that strange dead body on the sidewalk of despair?

I see you in that casket, a flag pinned to your chest.  Limbs crossed, tears and kleenex, tears and kleenex;  what makes you cry?  You were once handsome and now a shell of the person you once where.  Tributes pour from the mouths of sad souls who wonder if they are next?  Lies and more lies, to sooth our souls.  Is this guilt or is it love?   Do we even care about the persons we walk this earth with or is it all about our own misery?

I suspect that it really is about our own misery.  Our own delusions of what reality should be or could be.  We cannot feel the pain of others because we are too entombed by our own pain.  A sad, miserable world for adults whose brains are warped by a unforgiving world.

A sad tribute to the many people in my life who have vanished into death.  The older I get, the more I feel the loss.  I wonder what it all means? 

Ah cruel, cold wind a'blowing; I suppose I should continue with the purpose of this blog.  Here's a patent for those who need a reality tea with a slice of lemon.  Patent #8114441 called, "Immune stimulatory infant nutrition," filed in August of 2005 and owned by N.V. Nutricia with inventors Gunther Boehm et al.

This patent is about "reducing the risks attached to feeding whey dominant infant formula."  Didn't know there were risks....

"It is particularly desirable to mimic the protective effects of human milk." 

Protective effects of human milk?  Moms and Dads, where are you?

"Moreover, the flora of infants fed with formulas containing whey dominant bovine protein source contain increased amounts pathological bacteria such as clostridia and enterobacteria."

Hm....

"As the very young infants have an immature immune system and immature intestinal tract, development of the suboptimal intestinal flora may result in infections, diarrhea, allergy and inflammation." 

Who would have thought it?  I feel the cold, cruel winds a'blowing.  Why?  Why do we continue to ignore the reality of infant formula?  Twenty plus years of patenting and nothing changes but the need to fix the old version of formula because it causes disease and death.  Choice??  Do parents really know what they are choosing?
Copyright 2012 Valerie W. McClain

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