So I broke the news to Liam about going organic. No more BK (no problem), no more ready serve chocolate milk only organic white milk with chocolate syrup (no problem), no more BW3 chicken tenders (tears). He chippered up after I told him I'd make him organic chicken tenders that would taste a lot like BW3's. That got a smile.

During the family meeting tonight I told him the story of Kevin and how he died.

(http://www.foodincmovie.com/about-the-issues.php)

The reasons behind it and my disgust with the lawmakers in this country. Now you have to understand, when Obama was campaigning last year, for what ever reason, Liam's first grade class really got into it. The teacher didn't push any candidate over any other. Liam ended up as firmly behind Obama. When he won, I could see how happy he was.

All politics aside (and I do mean ALL) in my eyes I saw the pure joy on his face when his man won. Good, bad, indifferent for this country, it didn't matter to me (still doesn't, presidents are two heads on the same coin). Liam believed in the system.

Not sure how it would have worked out had McCain won but that's' another post. So after telling him Kevin's story and all the crap behind it and why we can't eat medicated goo for food any longer, he looked up at me and said, "Why doesn't President Obama do something?" For the briefest of moments, I was stunned by the innocence of his question.

I could have given him the long winded explanation about how little power the executive branch has over the legislative branch but for that one moment, government aside, I knew I had to tell him that the system really doesn't work. And that it's really not Obama's fault even though I'm not sure how he voted or even if he did when all these wacky laws that protect big agra come into being.

Here's this innocent little child asking me why. And I don't know the answer.

Everyone makes a choice. Some of them are informed decisions, some of them are not. Switching over to organic is going to be tough. Tougher, I fear, for my soon to be eight year old son.

Paying through the windpipe

Yeah, windpipe. It's more visceral that way. And cleaner than the first word I chose. Today starts the first day of grocery shopping for organic foods. In my new lifestyle change (that I'm forcing on my wife and child I might add) aptly titled...

"Don't Panic, I'm Pure Organic, No More Medicated Goo"

This has also fostered a new story idea. Take a software pirate mentality and apply it to big agra corps and you get the gist of it.

No surprised here but organic food is expensive. Something I'll just have make room for in the budget. I just know cable will have to go. Back to watching live sports on my laptop I guess.

Then again I should probably make a budget. As you can imagine, my to-do list is quite extensive.

Of course this all fostered another story idea. All the genetically altered foods and overly medicated farm animals have made poor people immune to a ramped virus which turns organic types into walking rotting corpses that need to feed on the brains of lower class americanna in order to survive. Now why does that seem vaguely familiar?

Food Inc. (the movie)

Don't panic, we're pure organic. No more medicated goo. So I'm a year late in watching this doc but holy Pope in the pool I'm changing my lifestyle. Seems every time I hear a nasty story about some big corporation screwing the average Joe I keep thinking I'm moving to Canada where they still have some morals and scruples. This is truly a case of he who has the gold makes the rules. It's against the law to say anything bad about some companies and their practices. When in the wide, wide world of free speech did this happen in the USA? I'm stymied. Seriously.

The whole point of the movie (in case you haven't seen it and if you haven't, please do so) is know where your food comes from. Yes, DARE to know where your food comes from. Well duh, you need kill the chicken before you eat it but when did it become standard practice to treat them so poorly while they're alive?

Cows too! There are some farmers doing it properly. Find them and beg them not to stop. Buy their products. Apathy is the friend of your enemy.