Barbara H. Peterson on August 22nd, 2016
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Barbara H. Peterson

Farm Wars

I get up each morning and get dressed just like the rest of you. Brush my hair, put on my shoes one at a time, look in the mirror to see that I am presentable, then go out into the workforce unnoticed for what I am. But when it comes down to getting you what you need, I’m your connection.

You call me when you need a fix. When you’ve run out of what keeps you going. When you are so frustrated because you cannot get what you need that you’ve reached your last drop of endurance and you scream for relief. You know that I will be there with your supply. And so you call. I am ready to fill your needs. To up the dose and get you on your way.

I lure you in with fancy offers of gratification. Promises of happiness and fulfillment. Illusions. A trick to get you hooked. And you take the bait. And once you are hooked, I’ve got you for life. The perfect customer. I don’t need to worry about if you will be back. I know you will. It’s only a matter of time. And the time grows shorter in between fixes.

When you call, you are upset. You need your fix. I calm your fears by providing the cure for what is ailing you. I feed your addiction like a benevolent caretaker. I soothe and assure you that all will be well and that I will continue to give you what you want. What you need. I am there for you in your darkest hours to relieve the pain. You become dependent on me. You pay for your product and when it is not enough, you pay more. You forego other necessities just so you can get your fix. And I smile and go on to the next customer. I am no longer concerned about you until you call again. And you will.

And you don’t know that you are addicted. That’s the beauty of it. Just the mention of the word “addiction” makes you angry and throws you into a state of complete denial. You equate your habit with eating, breathing, and drinking. It’s that important. A part of your everyday existence. Something that you cannot do without. So each day I go to work pushing an addiction onto an already compromised client. A client who pays well for my services. The demands for more, more, more echo all around me and nothing is ever enough. Not for the addicted. And the time grows shorter in between fixes. We are a nation of addicts.

But it was not always this way. This addiction was a carefully thought out plan to make the high-level pushers rich beyond measure. Not the intermediate ones like me. I get by gleaning the scraps falling from the table of the ones who supply me with the product to push. I’m just a low-level grunt. I’m there so that the addiction can keep growing and the money can keep rolling in. I am replaceable like the next BIC lighter. When I am worn out from the onslaught of addicts demanding their fix, another is ready and willing to take my place. Most of those around me who do the same thing have become addicts too. Dependent on the very thing that they push. It’s that addicting.

You might think that I am an illicit drug pusher, but I’m not. What I do is legal. Acceptable. Perfectly normal. Almost every American has my product. And it is there for the children too. In fact, most of my product is geared towards children. To get them addicted from the start so that I have a lifetime customer. You know who I am. You know what the product is. You just don’t want to admit it. You would rather stay in denial and consume my product while pushing it onto your children day in and day out. This is an uncomfortable truth, but the truth none-the-less.

Do I need to spell it out? Okay, I will. Not that it will make a difference. You see, it’s gotten that blatant. The marketing campaign and subliminal programming have worked to perfection. I no longer have to work in the shadows, but have gone completely mainstream and ‘in your face.’ My product is completely accepted by a nation of addicts who have been raised on it. Who wouldn’t be without it. You are probably looking at it right now and don’t even realize what it truly is.

I am your friendly media programming specialist.

You don’t own the TV. The TV owns you.

 

©2016 Barbara H. Peterson

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Barbara H. Peterson on August 12th, 2016

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Farm Wars

Humans are so inconvenient. They need wages, breaks, food, shelter, room to move, air to breathe, and time off. How much easier to just eliminate all of those pesky time-wasting things and replace humans with machines? Or, how about merging humans with machines so that we can create what we want? But when we remove our humanity from the equation, is what remains truly human?

We can replace this part and that part, and still maintain our humanity, but when we start tinkering with DNA, attempting to download our brain processes onto a chip and rearrange what is there to create a “better human,” we create something that no longer bears the essence of humanity.

Human + Human = Human

Machine + Machine = Machine

Human + Machine = Mechanized Hybrid

It’s simple genetics, really. The less humanity that is present, the less human traits the entity possesses. And at what point does humanity become so negligible that the machine takes over completely? Read the rest of this entry »

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Barbara H. Peterson on August 6th, 2016

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Farm Wars

There I was again, in the organic section of the market, watching as people bypassed the organic bananas, which were $.89/lb, in favor of the non-organic for $.69/lb. They are located right next to each other. I stood there for a little while and watched as this went on. Granted, organic costs more. And sometimes, a lot more. If you are counting your pennies, non-organic can be quite attractive. But why, if the price is nearly the same, would anyone choose pesticide-laden produce over non-pesticide-laden produce?

Let’s do the math: 5 pounds of organic bananas = $4.45. 5 pounds of non-organic bananas = $3.45. That’s a ONE DOLLAR difference. Less than the price of a cup of Starbucks coffee. Quite frankly, I’m at a loss at why people would willingly poison themselves to save a dollar. One dollar. Are we really that brainwashed? Unfortunately, for most of the American population, the answer is yes.

We believe what the TV commercials tell us without question, because they are not supposed to deceive. We believe what the government agencies tell us without question because we have been brought up to believe that authority figures do not lie, and always know best. Yet the history of the FDA, EPA, USDA, and various other alphabet soup agencies tells us that we were and are being systematically poisoned by substances rubber-stamped as “safe.” Substances that any intelligent person who does a bit of research knows is harmful.

When I was a child, I remember watching a commercial on a black and white television. The actress was selling a product. I asked my mother: “Mommy, does that lady use the stuff she is selling herself?” My mother said: “Probably not, Honey.” I said: “If she doesn’t use it, why is she telling people it is so good?” To which my mother replied: “She is getting paid to, dear.” I said: “So it is okay to lie as long as you get money for it?” She didn’t answer. Read the rest of this entry »

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Barbara H. Peterson on July 30th, 2016

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Farm Wars

Cell phones and the Internet of Things. We are told that they are here to make our lives easier. To aid us in our quest for freedom and control of our own lives. But are we really in control, or are we the ones being controlled? Are we aiding in our own demise by allowing the creation to rule the creator, and have our creations actually become weapons of mass destruction?

We are like mice in a maze, given the illusion of freedom in nibble-sized scraps that keep us focused on remaining in the maze, never questioning if that maze is really a trap. Read the rest of this entry »

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