Gotcha' on that one, I bet!
Just wanted to say that I've been listening to NPR radio lately while I work rather than music (and with it, lame over-played ads and silly local DJ's). I still like music, of course, but I found out I could just as well learn something while I am plugged in as be-bop to NIN's.
I have been understanding the world issues better, a day at a time, by hearing speakers from around the world discuss everything from the policies of war to how to take better photographs and even obscure stories about classic writers and artists.
But today! Today I decided I may become a vegetarian.
I heard (and listened to the lady involved tell her story) about how this woman got sick with the ecoli virus from a hamburger she ate at her mothers. She was normally not even a meat eater, but ate it anyway. She became seriously ill and ended up in a medically induced coma for 9 weeks, from which she woke up paralized and mentally incapacitaed.
I felt sorry for this lady who used to be a dance instructor, but the part that really got me was the way they described how hamburger meat is processed!
They had traced the meat she had eaten and it had actually come from 4 different sources---in one package of meat! One of them was from South America, one from Texas, and I forget the other two places.
But, according to the news, this is a common practice. The meat can be bought by a company from slaughter houses (that don't get properly inspected, they said) who spend only seconds on each animal as they are "herded through like cattle" (excuse the pun) and "washed." Sometimes all the feces is not cleaned properly from the cow.
How meat can come from many different sources, and even from other countries, and end up in one hamburger pattie that you eat, I didn't quite get. But I sure thought it was worth mentioning that I heard this on NPR. (link to the station, but didn't see the story I am talking about)
I am kind of looking forward to what I might learn about tomorrow when I listen.
Is there a moral to this story?
No, but next time I forget and eat a Whopper, I hope the cow's ass got wiped.
