Dearest raspberries,
strawberries, assorted meats and vegetables, I find it alarming how fake you
really are. Oh, but alas! I do not wish to bestow any of the blame on you, my
friends, you just bear the brunt of the trickery ruining our nation. I am not
ignorant enough to forget about the sly chemist or manufacturers conjuring up
these atrocities. I find both the creator, and the suppliers pitiful,
disgusting, and manipulative. They are not happy with the size of a natural
raspberry, you are constantly undergoing test after test to make you appealing
to the human eye. The fact that I can now purchase raspberries the size of my
big toe, watermelon sized grapefruit, and “whole wheat” bread the color of a
blank sheet of paper is appalling to me. The natural look is simply not the
style any longer.
Every orange is seedless
and “made for little hands.” They are admitting to us right in the commercial
that you are not real! You were engineered in a lab! You are a fake! A
counterfeit! I do not know how to escape the mayhem! I wonder what I am really
eating, because you are not the produce God intended for this Earth. It has
come to the sad truth that I would rather eat a Jolly Rancher, because it is
not trying to trick me with some empty health claim. I know that it is bad for
me, I know what I am getting into. When I eat a strawberry, I have no idea what
I’m putting in my body.
Sincerely,Sharon.
*If you too are deeply
troubled by the abnormal size of fruit lately, or have a take on genetically
modified foods in general, share or comment on this post to let me know.
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