Tuesday, February 4, 2014

An Open Letter to Genetically Modified Foods

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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