Ahh, Man—Not My Beer Too!

I have written a couple of blogs recently regarding pesticides and other poisons that are killing us in our food.  Well, I am sorry to say that I can add another product line to the list of offenders—beer.  I cannot tell you just how heartbreaking this news is, however, it is not surprising.  Beer is composed of barley, hops, wheat, water and sometimes a few other ingredients.  All the components of this magic elixir of life are either grown or drawn from the ground and are exposed to all the poisons used in corporate farming.

It was announced recently that chemical compounds were found to exist in several different beers on the market.  A couple of which I drink on very warm summer days.  In recent days we have already learned that some pesticides, fertilizers and growth-promoting chemicals are showing up in various food products that we consume.  In certain food categories, the number of chemicals contained in the product can be rather significant.

We have also been told that the seeds and plants have been engineered to withstand the pesticides and fertilizers, loosely translated—the poisons won’t kill the plant, but they will still kill us.  But never fear, the experts on the payroll of the monopoly/oligarch corporations reassure us that we would have to consume large quantities of affected product every day to be vulnerable to the poisons.  I wonder if the same rule applies if you have large quantities of the product over your lifetime?

Anyway, back to my beer and what really pisses me off here, we are basically exposed every day to toxins through the products we consume or just have contact with.  Seems as though nothing is sacred, not even the beer that you look forward to at the end of a hot day, you just sit down, relax and enjoy those tainted hops and barley.  Instead of a “brewed date” that some beers have on their label, maybe brewers could show you how much time you have left to live if you drink their beer all your life.

For piss sakes (sorry about that pun), everything around us now is tainted by the very chemicals that were so supposed to make life better.  Every night, around the dinner table instead of good family conversation, we are doing betting pools on how long before the poison gets old uncle Joe.  Now when I pop the top on a cold brew the little wisp of air bubbles that comes streaming out takes the form of a skull and crossbones.

So, let’s pop that top and drink a toast to life (while we still can) and just enjoy the special moments that a cold beer with friends can bring.  Never mind that threat of nuclear war, drink enough of these golden hopped beverages and you won’t live long enough to worry about it.  “Here’s to good friends!”

Talk to Ya Later

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