GRAS is a food production acronym for “generally regarded as safe,” but its very description leaves room for it not being safe at all. Apparently, meat glue is ubiquitous in what we eat. We eat hot dogs, chicken nuggets, all kinds of meat patties, and highly “refined” foods. No doubt, we are what we eat, and its well past time that we need a Food Warrior to investigate food safety. Welcome to the Trump Administration, RFK,Jr.
From some of your posts, I surmise some of you may be cerebral victims of meat glue or some of the other additives to our food. Your Pop Tarts might well have a deleterious effect on ideas you’ve attempted to convey.
For five years, I was a vegan, and I admit the obnoxious compulsion to tell everyone about the superiority of my diet insofar as health and morality. Shaw, a noted vegetarian who lived a very long life, wrote frequently about the morality of feasting off fellow creatures. He wrote: “[My situation is a solemn one: life is offered to me on the condition of eating beefsteaks. But death is better than cannibalism. My will contains directions for my funeral, which will be followed, not by mourning coaches, but by oxen, sheep, flocks of poultry, and a small traveling aquarium of live fish, all wearing white scarves in honor of the man who perished rather than eat his fellow creatures. It will be, without the exception of Noah’s Ark, the most remarkable thing of its kind ever seen.”
Alas, I admit to no longer being a vegetarian. Quite the opposite. It’s depressing, for I now lean more toward hedonism. I love fast food, dine often at fine dining establishments, imbibe in alcohol, sometimes prodigiously, and smoke a thousand dollars worth of cigars each and every month. I definitely regard myself as a sinner, and oft-times I find myself in a state of moral conflict about eating the corpses of animals. Animals are my friends. Why do I do it? Rationalizing, I think of the halcyon days of my moral vegetarian purity when I was a true candidate for canonization–St. bikki228.
