Kenneth Eades, a Lawyer by Profession, Author of Legal Fiction, And Environmentalist - Speaks to Feeding a Greedy Uninformed Nation

"There was a chemical solution to all of America’s food needs, which had been whittled away for years and years and honed down with precision to train the public that everything they needed to put on the table for their family came in a box, bottle or can.”—Kenneth Eade, An Involuntary Spy

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Conventional farming has contributed, more than anything, to the destruction of biodiversity.  For example, there are only a few strains of conventionally produced fruits and vegetables in existence, and the loss of any of them to disease could eliminate these fruits and vegetables, such as the banana, from the earth.  Genetically engineered foods are simply an extension of the murder of our planet’s biodiversity, by experimenting with combining the DNA of food with DNA from other organisms and contaminating the food supply.  

Why?  GMO foods can be patented.  Large companies and wealthy individuals, such as Bill Gates, will eventually not only own most of the world’s farmland, but also the seeds for the entire world’s food supply.  This is the elite’s idea of how to feed the world, and to make us completely dependent upon them for survival. 

What Makes Genetically Engineered Foods So Bad? According to the World Health Organization, Genetically Modified Organisms (GMOs) are "organisms in which the genetic material (DNA) has been altered in such a way that does not occur naturally." This technology is also referred to as "genetic engineering", "biotechnology" or "recombinant DNA technology" and consists of randomly inserting genetic fragments of DNA from one organism to another, usually from a different species. For example, an artificial combination of genes that includes a gene to produce the pesticide Cry1Ab protein (commonly known as Bt toxin), originally found in Bacillus thuringiensis, is forcibly inserted into the DNA of corn randomly. Both the location of the transferred gene sequence in the corn DNA and the consequences of the insertion differ with each insertion. The plant cells that have taken up the inserted gene are then grown in a lab using tissue culture and/or nutrient medium that allows them to develop into plants that are used to grow GM food crops. This Bt toxin acts as an insecticide within the plant, killing insects that feed on it, and its lethal effect on bees is the reason that GMO corn has been banned in Poland.

“The more we pour the big machines, the fuel, the pesticides, the herbicides, the fertilizer, and chemicals into farming, the more we knock out the mechanism that made it all work in the first place.”  -- David R. Brower  

As I said before, I am neither a doctor nor a nutritionist.  I am an environmentalist who began my quest for improving the environment around me and my family about ten years ago.  During that quest, I came to realize that, due to the poisoning of our environment, we are actually poisoning ourselves.  And the most amazing  pesticides have become an enduring feature of modern life, as they have been proven to increase yields in commercial agriculture. Insecticides have been very effective in controlling malaria and have saved many lives.  In 2007, the world used more than 5.2 billion pounds of weed killers, insecticides, and fungicides to do everything from protecting crops to warding off malaria.  Worldwide pesticide use has been on a steady increase since then.  

But scientists have discovered that this widespread use of pesticides has also caused some serious problems.  We cannot reasonably expect to introduce massive amounts of poison into the ecosphere without negative environmental effects.  And our inundation of the biosphere with pesticides has eradicated many of the beneficial insects we need to break down wastes and provide a primary food supply for many animals, including birds, amphibians reptiles, and some mammals.

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You know, Folks, we are a greedy nation. For Many of us, it probably is too late, me included. The long list of health issues included in this book have already attacked our bodies and have left us permanently impaired. Kenneth Eade, a lawyer by profession has the expertise and experience to do the research and to present scientific support in a short, but thorough documentary of what he has found. It begins with the basic physical issues that are controlled and/or affected. To many of us, myself included, that first part can be daunting to even consider reading. But, I've taken the time to present perhaps more than I normally would by excerpting the book, to allow you to see that his presentation gets to the point where we personally can understand and relate... Check out the highlighted physical ailments that are affected by these changes to our foods. If you have one of more of these ailments, like I do, you need this book, especially if you are young or middle-age and can choose to make changes to your eating habits. 

With regard to your gut microbiome, simply put, if your microbiome is out of whack, which comes from ingesting food that feeds unhealthy or “bad bacteria” this will lead to fatigue, anxiety, depression, brain fog, headaches, acne, eczema, congestion, frequent headaches, colds and infection, and muscle and joint pain, and could lead to the development of more serious conditions, such as diabetes, obesity, heart disease, autoimmune diseases, metabolic syndrome, cancer, and other disorders.  Balancing your microbiome, by consuming foods that feed your beneficial or “good bacteria” is the key to the prevention and even reversal of these diseases.  Consuming the wrong types of foods, and medications such as antibiotics, on the other hand, contribute to the imbalance of the microbiome, which can put you at risk of a host of unpleasant conditions.

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I found getting this book and having my great-niece, Rachel, who is my health caregiver now, discussing the same issues, to be another God Incident. In fact, I'm finding that most books by established authors are directing their research and subsequent writing to areas of concern that have been and/or are being negatively impacted daily now in America.

Eades presents a silent murder case for us--Our Own! I remember an NCIS program where a marine comes into the NCIS office and wants to report a murder. He had been poisoned and needed help to find an antidote before he succumbed to that poison. 

I started my narrative by talking about the United States being a greedy nation. But there is something very unique in making that statement. We, the people, or a major percentage of us, are not greedy. This can be demonstrated by how easily it is to find a willingness to help in emergencies, disasters, or with personal needs of individuals. So where is the problem?

Well, recently I heard the justification for "something or other" was because we are a capitalist nation. If you wondered exactly how and why this type of statement can be used for declaring that a decision is alright, you need to read this book! It's less than $1 so the author is practically begging us to help solve what has happened in American, perhaps, at first, without intention, but, now...certainly...by intent!

I want to highlight one of my personal observations about living in America... I come from a single-parent household with a mother who seemed to work 24-7 just to keep us fed. We ate lots of flour-based foods which were tasty and filling. We bought chicken backs and necks and cleaned off the little meat on these parts to cook broth and make home-made noodles. We looked forward to our Sunday dinner because my Mom was a great cook... All of us had some type of weight or health issues starting at that early age through no fault of our own...

Now? When I walk into a grocery store, I am amazed... and appalled by the variety--the different types and flavors or what is available. Take just, for instance, cereals. There is one long fully filled row of different types of cereals available for purchase--in just that one store! For other items, for instance, a dish detergent, there are so many choices that we stand in front of another long row, wondering which one to buy. Simply because we have no ability to know what the difference is between each different option. Without extensive research.

In my opinion, this situation has come about because of the decision to permit genetically modified foods to be patented! I am not saying that all of these foods are bad for us; rather, I am saying that, because they have been modified, perhaps insignificantly, they can also be patented! That results in the many slightly different foods or other products, such as pesticides that are now available for sale in our local stores.  Competition is higher than, perhaps, it needs to be?

In our conversation, Rachel showed me a program that she had downloaded that provided an evaluation of the issues related to a product. Cheerios, which I had routinely selected because it was supposed to have heart-health support, showed that there were several additives that made it less of a good choice!

Recently I purchased the product GoLo, for weight reduction assistance. What I found, however, was that this requires an entire diet of non-processed foods. Of course, I think Kenneth Eades would approve of this--but when I studied the foods information, I discovered and believe, that the average person cannot use this product on a sustained basis. Especially at my age, when my physical challenges are considered related to when and how I can buy food products. Can you imagine not being able to eat soups, as just one example because it is processed?! 

What I do know is that, in my opinion, the evolution to where we are was, mostly, unintentional. But, like with the laws on guns, the proliferation of how food products are provided in America is now a costly and perhaps dangerous situation.

If you have many years ahead of you, have children and/or want to ensure longevity for you and your family, free from the diseases caused by some of the problems now in existence. Now is the time for you to read and learn more... Highly recommended!

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When Greed, Power or Politics Become Too Big A Part of Life YOU May Be The Loser! All You Need...is...Clues!

All you need is........Clues!

Ok, this is a little play on the Beatles song...

But, as we all know...

It's going to take a lot of LOVE

to get America Back where it is supposed to be...

Michael Palmer presents Lou Welcome

to Try to help us through the first in series

Where the rich want to get richer...

No matter how many deaths will result!

The following videos are the primary clues vids

Can you guess the type of deception chosen for Death?
 

Michael Palmer Presents

Unlike some First Ladies who embraced the guilty pleasure of fashion, Darlene did not, and whenever the cameras weren’t rolling, she favored the dungarees and plaid work shirts that were the mainstay of her wardrobe at K State. “Once a farmer, always a farmer,” she had been oft quoted regarding her background as a wheat farmer’s daughter. To the left of the two rows of folding chairs where they were sitting, a broad blue ribbon stretched diagonally across the glass doors of the gleaming new building fluttered gently in the breeze. 

The Young People’s Chorus stood off to one side on metal risers, waiting patiently to sing their song, “The Face of the Waters.”

Kim had researched the piece and passed on the information that it was about creation. It was a fitting anthem, thought Darlene, considering that once again, she needed to create an explanation for President Mallory’s absence. Politics aside, his recently unpredictable behavior concerned her the way it would any loving and devoted wife. Martin’s nosedive in the popularity polls was one of the most historic drops in presidential history. But before the economy tanked, he had touted this particular Boys & Girls Club as a symbol of America’s renewed community spirit, and a shining example of the effectiveness of his controversial domestic spending policies. 

Now, with the country’s fortunes in free fall, the costly modern steel and glass structure might well become a symbol of his administration’s fiscal excesses. Darlene crossed to the lectern and spoke to the crowd of several hundred. “I’m afraid I have just received a call from my husband. He is tied up in an emergency meeting and regrettably will not be able to attend this magnificent grand opening. However, he is making arrangements for the Young People’s—” 

“Is he scared to show his face in public?” Through the glare of the afternoon sun, Darlene could not see the face of the man heckling her, but he was certainly close by. Too close. Kim must have sensed Darlene’s concern, because she immediately went into attack mode and began scouring the crowd for the potentially dangerous protester. The large Secret Service contingent did the same. Meanwhile, Darlene continued with her address. “The president wanted me to let you know—” 

The heckler wasn’t finished. “What’s next?” he called out. “Will our tax dollars buy a new football stadium for the Skins?” By this time, Kim had spotted the man and alerted Secret Service agents to his location. The agents acted quickly to cull the protester from the crowd. Darlene was used to hecklers, although their numbers seemed to be increasing at every one of her appearances. It made her sad that the outburst may have eclipsed the real story of the day, which was the children. Perhaps it would turn out for the best that the president had chosen to stay home. Immersed in a forest of angry pickets, most of the anti-Mallory protesters that day were kept at bay behind a sawhorse barrier set up across the parking lot. Darlene estimated their number might be half as many as those attending the ceremony. In addition, signs with unflattering epithets for the president and his administration were nailed to nearly every tree in the area. 

The kids were getting a serious lesson in civics, American style. Undeterred, Darlene smiled and was about to start speaking again when she felt a tiny tap on her right arm. She looked down into the wide, tear-filled eyes of a boy, no more than seven or eight. The child was dressed splendidly in a green and blue striped tie and V-neck pullover sweater.

“Please,” he said. “I promised my mommy and daddy the president would be here. Please.” Darlene laid a hand on his tiny shoulder and swallowed at the orange-sized lump in her throat. Kim immediately sized up the situation and led the child back to his parents. “Listen,” Kim said when she had returned. “How about if I cover for you and you try again to get him down here? It’s only, like, a five-minute drive, and the motorcade is probably still standing by.” 

Darlene smiled at her friend. “Did you just read my mind?” 

“No, I read your eyes—probably the easiest thing I’ll have to do all day.”

Russ Evans has been framed, she kept thinking. Assuming it was true, countless other questions were in need of answering. First, though, there was the matter of proof, and clearly that proof had to be evaluated by the First Lady. Kim’s hands trembled as she inserted the bill into the machine’s narrow maw. The song playing at the moment was “Voodoo Child” by Jimi Hendrix—appropriate, she thought, given the sense that she was being manipulated. The bill disappeared into the slot like a snake’s tongue retreating back into its mouth. As soon as it was gone, Kim felt a vibration from inside her purse. Glancing about once more, she opened her bag and took out her iPhone. A year ago, she’d taken a picture of the White House during an August sunset, and liking it so much, she made it her iPhone’s background image. But superimposed over that image now was a semi-transparent rounded rectangle bordered by a thin white line. In the center of the rectangle was a single-line text message. I’ll be in touch.

From the podium, with the emblem of the presidential seal facing the crowd, she instructed people to take their seats. There was a rustle of movement and the dwindling murmur of voices as the guests settled in. Darlene was seated to the left of the podium. President Callaghan’s husband was seated to the right. Both presidents had musical cues that would instruct them when to enter. “Is POTUS in position?” Kim spoke into her radio. A crackled reply came back, “Ready to go.” “Good.” 

Kim nodded to her assistant, and moments later the musicians began to play the Irish march, “Wind That Shakes the Barley.” President Callaghan emerged through the Oval Office French doors to enthusiastic applause. She stood in front of the podium, waving to the powerful and influential guests, many of whom had Irish heritage, strong ties to her country, or both. Scanning the crowd, Kim stepped away from the podium and listened from the lawn nearest to the risers. She was startled by a light tap on her leg and looked down to see a mocha-skinned girl with ebony pigtails, wearing the plaid pinafore and black tights of the girls, smiling up at her shyly. Kim knelt down. “Honey, you’re supposed to be on the riser with the others,” she whispered. “Your song is right after President Mallory makes his entrance.” “But I need to tell you something,” the child said in a honey-sweet voice. “Me? What is it, sweetie?” “A man said to tell you that your present is in your purse.” Kim took in a sharp breath. I’ll be in touch. “What man?” “The one who came up to me right after I got off the bus.” “Do you remember what he looked like?” “He had a red and white Washington Nationals hat on. They’re my favorite team.” The crowd was settled, and Kim realized that the director of the chorus was looking over at them. “Everything okay with Simone?” he said in a stage whisper. “Fine,” Kim said. “You did good, Simone. You did perfect. Now, go back with the kids and give us a terrific concert.” A Washington Nationals cap. Double M seemed to be an expert at disguise by diversion. Give a person like the bartender and this child something easy to focus on, and in all likelihood, that would be all they recalled. Kim glanced quickly around the Rose Garden, just as she had that night in Bar None. The results were the same. Nothing. Yet somehow, Double M had managed to slip something into her purse. The man was sharp, resourceful—and quick. 

The Irish march was over, and the musicians had begun “Hail to the Chief.” With the first notes of the James Sanderson march, Martin Mallory emerged from the Oval Office to what Kim considered a polite standing ovation. As he waved to the crowd, she checked her shoulder bag. A small white box, held closed by a red elastic, rested on top of her clutter. It weighed no more than a couple of ounces. Nothing to be wary of. Stepping backwards out of the line of sight of almost everyone, she pulled the elastic off. The box held six compartmentalized pieces of chocolate. It took Kim a few seconds to realize that only five of the pieces were real candy. The sixth small chamber contained something else. Something not at all edible. An earpiece. “Hail to the Chief” was winding down, to be followed by the national anthems, but Kim could hardly hear the music. Her pulse was a kettledrum in her ears. Ahead and to her right, the president was waving and smiling for the cameras. Kim pretended to adjust her earring and fiddled with the small apparatus until it slipped inside her left ear. Immediately, she heard static, then a man’s tinny voice, probably electronically altered. Still, his words, even heard through her pulse, were quite audible. “This is the end of the recording. It will loop for ten minutes more before its contents become permanently erased. Darlene Mallory must listen to this recording and agree to help.”