Quote:Biotech giant Monsanto has been genetically modifying the worlds food supply and subsequently breeding environmental devastation for years, but leaked documents now reveal that Monsanto has also deeply infiltrated the United States government. With leaked reports revealing how U.S. diplomats are actually working for Monsanto to push their agenda along with other key government officials, Monsantos grasp on international politics has never been clearer.


Amazingly, the information reveals that the massive corporation is also intensely involved in the passing and regulations concerning the very GM ingredients they are responsible for. In fact, the information released by WikiLeaks reveals just how much power Monsanto has thanks to key positions within the United States government and elsewhere. Not only was it exposed that the U.S. is threatening nations who oppose Monsanto with military-style trade wars, but that many U.S. diplomats actually work directly for Monsanto.

Quote:In 2007 it was requested that specific nations inside the European Union be punished for not supporting the expansion of Monsantos GMO crops. The request for such measures to be taken was made by Craig Stapleton, the United States ambassador to France and partner to George W. Bush.

Despite mounting evidence linking Monsantos GM corn to organ damage and environmental devastation, the ambassador plainly calls for target retaliation against those not supporting the GM crop. 

Quote:The undying support of key players within the U.S. towards Monsanto is undeniably made clear not only in this release, but in the legislative decisions taken by organizations such as the FDA and USDA. Legislative decisions such as allowing Monsantos synthetic hormone Posilac (rBGH) to be injected into U.S. cows despite being banned in 27 countries.

How did Monsanto pull this off?

The biotech juggernaut managed to infiltrate the FDA positions responsible for the approval of rBGH, going as far as instating the companys own Margaret Miller as Deputy Director of Human Safety and Consultative Services. After assuming this position, Miller reviewed her own report on the safety and effectiveness of rBGH.

Quote:While it may be shocking to you if you are not familiar with the corrupt influence of Monsanto, the cables also show that many US diplomats are pushing GMO crops as a strategic government and commercial imperative.

Interestingly enough, the U.S. focused their efforts toward advisers to the pope specifically, due to the fact that many Catholic figureheads have openly voiced their opposition to GM foods.

With this kind of political influence, is it any wonder that many food staples are now predominantly GM? Nearly 93% of U.S. soybeans are heavily modified conservatively, with many other staple crops coming in at similar numbers.

Quote:As if there wasnt already enough information to reveal Monsantos corruption, the biotech giant also spends enormous amount of money lobbying government each year.

Monsanto spent an astonishing $2 million lobbying the federal government in the 3rd quarter of 2011 alone, according to mainstream sources. Why so much cash? The government lobbying focuses on issues like regulations for GM crops and patent reforms. This legal form of persuasion is the reason government agencies like the USDA and FDA let Monsanto roam freely.

Satisfying government officials financial vested interest is all that matters when dealing with corrupt mega-corporations like Monsanto. As long as these financial ties continue to exist, Monsanto will continue to reign over the food supply and continue to wreak devastation to the environment, ecosystem, and humankind.

(09-28-2016, 06:59 AM)guohua Wrote: i'm not Surprised at all.
Government Agencies don't give a Shit about us, they're only there to push the current Political Agenda and Keep the Money Following.

Quote:A cadre of megabanks, including Bank of America Merrill Lynch, Goldman Sachs and J.P. Morgan, will provide $57 billion in short-term bridge financing to help finalize the deal, the companies said.

Quote:Hillary Clinton’s history of backing the biotech industry is said to date as far back as her early days in Arkansas as a lawyer with the Rose Law Firm, which represented Monsanto and other agribusiness giants. 

And only this month Bill Gates’s pet pro-GMO PR project – the Cornell University Alliance for Science – featured a photo and a prominent quote from Hillary's controversial 2014 keynote address to biotech industry lobbyists, in which she says she stands in favor of using the industry’s “seeds and products” because of their “proven track record.”

In the speech she tells the industry lobbyists how her State Department sold GMO technology around the world, and she even gives some PR advice to the GMO vendors on how to overcome consumer concerns about GMOs. The speech, for which she got a $335,000 speaking fee, is stuffed full of misinformation.

Clinton even has Monsanto lobbyists raising millions of dollars in campaign contributions to return her to the White House.

Quote:Bill Gates, of course, pushes vaccines on the world, while Monsanto pushes GMOs. It’s a toxic one-two punch for global depopulation.

Hillary Clinton’s donors also include the drug maker Pfizer, ExxonMobil, Dow Chemical, Goldman Sachs, Procter & Gamble, Coca-Cola and many more. It’s a who’s who compilation of the most evil corporations and institutions on planet Earth, and they’ve all given huge money — tens of millions of dollars — to Hillary Clinton.

All the corporations are, of course, buying influence with the Clintons. This obvious fact was wildly attacked by extreme leftist Democratic party operatives like George Stephanopoulos, who turned out to have hidden his own $75,000 in donations to the same Clinton Foundation. He claims he thought he was donating to halt “deforestation.” Hillaryious!

Quote:INPESTATION


"All Sorted!"  shouted Alison, as she rushed into the holiday cabin, all excited...
"I managed to get him a couple of those "unbleached" natural cotton T-Shirts - cheap too!"

"I'm sure he'll love them"  replied Dave, "He's turning into a bit of a hippy - Isn't he."

"Wonder where he gets that from!"  came the slightly sarcastic response as she ruffled his hair.


It was Gregs' 13th birthday, and although his parents didn't have much money to spend, they were determined to make it a birthday to remember.
So, along with a few close friends, they had decided to take him away for the weekend, down near the Mexican border.

Dave glanced down at the new T-Shirts, and he had to admit they looked just great!
A natural pale cream colour, with a tiny black fleck through it, and a swirly green logo with a rainbow over a silhouetted tree.

"Made in MEXICO - I might have known! Especially at that price"  he mused.

Alison had skipped upstairs to the bedroom and was admiring her own new purchase of luxurious Egyptian cotton bedsheets...
"Just Lovely! Now we can get down to the serious business of organising the party!"  she thought aloud.

The kitchen was chock-full of shopping bags, boxes, tubs and trays full of home-made goodies for Gregs' party, and Alison made short work of arranging the contents neatly onto plastic serving platters, ready for the afternoon guests to arrive.
Dave lazily and half-heartedly offered to help, as he yawned, scratched his head and clicked on the TV, but Alison just gave him "The Look!" and smiled to herself, resigned to the knowledge that she'd seen this a thousand times before.

The TV had some news item about farmers' protests and pesticides on it, and a man was loudly shouting in Spanish whilst brandishing a poorly made placard which read something like "distribuidor muerte - NOMSANTOS!"

Nomsantos was a huge agri-pharma conglomerate, and it looked like they had been upsetting the farmers down south of the border again.

Dave's' mind drifted as he remembered a couple of years back, when Nomsantos were forcing farmers to use their "special" pest-resistant Maize, Corn and Cotton. Some of them had nearly been bankrupted, because the crops turned out to be high-yield but of nearly unusable poor quality, and it turned out that they weren't actually very pest resistant either.
The cotton in particular had a very persistent Boll-Weevil type of pest which didn't seem to mind the "special" anti-pest chemicals they had put in the crop.

"I wonder what happened with all that?"  Dave pondered...
"What? Did you say something Dave?"  asked Alison, who by this time was arranging pretty paper napkins and plastic cups.
"nah, just something on TV, not important. Want me to get Greg up out of his bed yet?"
"yeah - go for it! I know he was up late, but this is turning into the longest lie-in in history"  came her excited reply.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!"  was the enthusiastic shout that greeted a rather fuzzy-headed and bemused teen, as he ambled downstairs and into the living area.
A big smile spread across his lips when he saw the party food and presents arranged before him.
"Thanks Mom! you guys are just awesome, can I open my presents now?"  he said as he enthusiastically ripped into the first package.

Co-incidentally, the man on the TV was ripping open his shirt, and showing the reporter a strange mazy pattern of scars on his body, still shouting loudly in Spanish.
A caption appeared with an unusual picture of a little insect, next to a diagram of a strange wasp-like creature which appeared to be assuming an "attack" posture towards the insect.

"That's weird"  thought Dave, "It looks like they're using a bug to get the bugs now!"

He didn't yet imagine that it was much, MUCH worse than that...

Nomsantos' own technical team had known that the cotton Boll-Weevil was resistant to all of their poisons, and had developed an indestructible GM superbug specifically to target and eradicate the Boll-Weevils in their cotton crops, and that was what was now appearing on the news.

The superbugs had been a success. A huge success.
So much so, that they quickly killed off the entire Boll-Weevil problem.

"GREAT!! New sneakers!"  squealed Greg "Thanks Mom, thanks Dad!"

The problem is... now that their intended prey had been eradicated, they were supposed to die off, but...
The wasp which Nomsantos had modified was capable of going into a state of hibernation or suspended animation, to help get it through periods of hardship/cold/famine etc.

"T-Shirts!! Cool!! and they're Natural, unbleached and Environmentally friendly too!!!"  Greg beamed as he pulled on one of his new Tees.

...and, if the gathering and processing of the crop wasn't too intensive, the superbugs could survive!

Dave scratched at his head again, as the man on TV came back on... crying. He was shaking all over and pointing towards a bundle on the back of the trailer behind him.

Alison was still busy, scrubbing at her hands in the kitchen. "Must have got something on my hands"  she cried, "my skin feels like it's burning!"

The reporter followed the man as he beckoned him over to the trailer and pulled back the bundle of cloth to reveal the still, lifeless body of a young boy of about 13.
He was covered in scar tissue, which looked strangely like crazy-paving in a garden path or the pattern on a giraffes body, with random squiggly lines going off in all directions.
Dave was struggling to take it in, he stared at the images, trying to make sense of them, trying to put it all together.

Alison rubbed at her forearms now, "Have we got any antiseptic cream with us? this is really starting to itch!"
Dave was unresponsive, fixatedly staring at the TV as he found himself rubbing at his neck, suddenly he glanced up to see what his wife was complaining about, flicked back to the TV and quickly felt the colour drain from his face as the realisation dawned.
He looked over at his son Greg, just in time to see him scratch at his belly, as he happily reached out for his next present, whilst sporting his new T-Shirt with the little black flecks...

The reporter on the TV was sobbing now, as a computer graphic came up on screen showing a map of Mexico and the Southern States.
A row of large red arrows marked pandemia de insectos depredadores was spreading out over the map, up towards the Mid-west and out towards the East and West Coasts and beyond...

(08-08-2017, 08:34 PM)gordi Wrote: ...That was a short story I wrote for another site a while back.... thought it might "fit" here?
G

(08-09-2017, 12:45 AM)guohua Wrote: @"Mystic Wanderer"  Are you the only member who can't give a rating from viewing a post by using the Discussion Area?

Quote:'Yesterday's groundbreaking news of a new lawsuit regarding Monsanto's collusion, cover ups,
and corruption inside the EPA is a part of a long string of unraveling safety claims.  

Decades of faulty chemical review procedures are beginning to be overturned.

(08-08-2017, 08:34 PM)gordi Wrote:

Quote:INPESTATION


"All Sorted!"  shouted Alison, as she rushed into the holiday cabin, all excited...
"I managed to get him a couple of those "unbleached" natural cotton T-Shirts - cheap too!"

"I'm sure he'll love them"  replied Dave, "He's turning into a bit of a hippy - Isn't he."

"Wonder where he gets that from!"  came the slightly sarcastic response as she ruffled his hair.


It was Gregs' 13th birthday, and although his parents didn't have much money to spend, they were determined to make it a birthday to remember.
So, along with a few close friends, they had decided to take him away for the weekend, down near the Mexican border.

Dave glanced down at the new T-Shirts, and he had to admit they looked just great!
A natural pale cream colour, with a tiny black fleck through it, and a swirly green logo with a rainbow over a silhouetted tree.

"Made in MEXICO - I might have known! Especially at that price"  he mused.

Alison had skipped upstairs to the bedroom and was admiring her own new purchase of luxurious Egyptian cotton bedsheets...
"Just Lovely! Now we can get down to the serious business of organising the party!"  she thought aloud.

The kitchen was chock-full of shopping bags, boxes, tubs and trays full of home-made goodies for Gregs' party, and Alison made short work of arranging the contents neatly onto plastic serving platters, ready for the afternoon guests to arrive.
Dave lazily and half-heartedly offered to help, as he yawned, scratched his head and clicked on the TV, but Alison just gave him "The Look!" and smiled to herself, resigned to the knowledge that she'd seen this a thousand times before.

The TV had some news item about farmers' protests and pesticides on it, and a man was loudly shouting in Spanish whilst brandishing a poorly made placard which read something like "distribuidor muerte - NOMSANTOS!"

Nomsantos was a huge agri-pharma conglomerate, and it looked like they had been upsetting the farmers down south of the border again.

Dave's' mind drifted as he remembered a couple of years back, when Nomsantos were forcing farmers to use their "special" pest-resistant Maize, Corn and Cotton. Some of them had nearly been bankrupted, because the crops turned out to be high-yield but of nearly unusable poor quality, and it turned out that they weren't actually very pest resistant either.
The cotton in particular had a very persistent Boll-Weevil type of pest which didn't seem to mind the "special" anti-pest chemicals they had put in the crop.

"I wonder what happened with all that?"  Dave pondered...
"What? Did you say something Dave?"  asked Alison, who by this time was arranging pretty paper napkins and plastic cups.
"nah, just something on TV, not important. Want me to get Greg up out of his bed yet?"
"yeah - go for it! I know he was up late, but this is turning into the longest lie-in in history"  came her excited reply.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!"  was the enthusiastic shout that greeted a rather fuzzy-headed and bemused teen, as he ambled downstairs and into the living area.
A big smile spread across his lips when he saw the party food and presents arranged before him.
"Thanks Mom! you guys are just awesome, can I open my presents now?"  he said as he enthusiastically ripped into the first package.

Co-incidentally, the man on the TV was ripping open his shirt, and showing the reporter a strange mazy pattern of scars on his body, still shouting loudly in Spanish.
A caption appeared with an unusual picture of a little insect, next to a diagram of a strange wasp-like creature which appeared to be assuming an "attack" posture towards the insect.

"That's weird"  thought Dave, "It looks like they're using a bug to get the bugs now!"

He didn't yet imagine that it was much, MUCH worse than that...

Nomsantos' own technical team had known that the cotton Boll-Weevil was resistant to all of their poisons, and had developed an indestructible GM superbug specifically to target and eradicate the Boll-Weevils in their cotton crops, and that was what was now appearing on the news.

The superbugs had been a success. A huge success.
So much so, that they quickly killed off the entire Boll-Weevil problem.

"GREAT!! New sneakers!"  squealed Greg "Thanks Mom, thanks Dad!"

The problem is... now that their intended prey had been eradicated, they were supposed to die off, but...
The wasp which Nomsantos had modified was capable of going into a state of hibernation or suspended animation, to help get it through periods of hardship/cold/famine etc.

"T-Shirts!! Cool!! and they're Natural, unbleached and Environmentally friendly too!!!"  Greg beamed as he pulled on one of his new Tees.

...and, if the gathering and processing of the crop wasn't too intensive, the superbugs could survive!

Dave scratched at his head again, as the man on TV came back on... crying. He was shaking all over and pointing towards a bundle on the back of the trailer behind him.

Alison was still busy, scrubbing at her hands in the kitchen. "Must have got something on my hands"  she cried, "my skin feels like it's burning!"

The reporter followed the man as he beckoned him over to the trailer and pulled back the bundle of cloth to reveal the still, lifeless body of a young boy of about 13.
He was covered in scar tissue, which looked strangely like crazy-paving in a garden path or the pattern on a giraffes body, with random squiggly lines going off in all directions.
Dave was struggling to take it in, he stared at the images, trying to make sense of them, trying to put it all together.

Alison rubbed at her forearms now, "Have we got any antiseptic cream with us? this is really starting to itch!"
Dave was unresponsive, fixatedly staring at the TV as he found himself rubbing at his neck, suddenly he glanced up to see what his wife was complaining about, flicked back to the TV and quickly felt the colour drain from his face as the realisation dawned.
He looked over at his son Greg, just in time to see him scratch at his belly, as he happily reached out for his next present, whilst sporting his new T-Shirt with the little black flecks...

The reporter on the TV was sobbing now, as a computer graphic came up on screen showing a map of Mexico and the Southern States.
A row of large red arrows marked pandemia de insectos depredadores was spreading out over the map, up towards the Mid-west and out towards the East and West Coasts and beyond...

That was a short story I wrote for another site a while back.... thought it might "fit" here?
G

(08-08-2017, 11:29 PM)gordi Wrote: Thanks everyone, I forgot to say that it was based on REAL "superbugs" that a certain agri pharma conglomerate were working on. No, Really.

anyway...

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PART II
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Dave's jaw dropped onto his chest, "Oh My GOD! Their GM bugs survived!!!
...They've killed off all the weevils and are looking for new hosts!"

"Whaaat??? What's wrong? What's going on??" cried Alison.

"On TV!!!! It's a Bug, a superbug... GM.. artificial... those stupid idiots have tried to use them to eradicate a pest insect, but they were too good at it. They've killed off all the pests and now they're spreading out...
IN THE COTTON!!! My GOD!!! They're in the cotton on the T-Shirts!!! and they're seeking new hosts!! - US!!"

Gregs attention was now focused entirely on his dad as the seriousness of their situation sank in, and his expression swung from joyful smiles... to confusion... to fear, in the space of a split second. He ripped the shirt from his body just as quickly, and instinctively stomped on it.

Alison was still scrubbing at her arms... screaming as she saw the movement under the skin for the first time.

"hold on!!! Shhhh!!! LOOK!" cried Dave, forelornly peering at the TV again.

"tratamiento de emergencia / EMERGENCY TREATMENT.
luz ultravioleta! / ULTRAVIOLET LIGHT!" had appeared in big bright-red flashing letters on the screen.

"Ultraviolet??? UV light?? wtf? Where in gods name...?" Dave's voice trailed off in desperate desolation...

Alison scrubbed and screamed louder and faster than ever.

"The... tan... th.. the tanning room in the salon!" stammered Greg, "There's sunbeds in the tanning room, behind the laundry - aren't they Ultraviolet??"

"Whaat? What did you say???" asked Dave, as hope dared to creep back into his thoughts.

"The sunbeds in the tanning room - They're UV! They might help us??" came Gregs reply as he began to compose himself.

"Go! GO NOW!!!! RUN!!!!"

The three of them were out of the cabins' front door before Dave had even finished shouting, and they raced across the lawns towards the laundry area.

Their minds were racing, hearts pounding, lungs bursting, and yet everything around them seemed so... calm?
It was like a dream, all floaty and serene.
Everything seemed to happen in slow motion all around them.
It felt like an hour had passed in the 20 seconds or so that it had taken them to reach the laundry, with it's tanning room to the rear.

They dived onto the vacant sunbeds and pressed the tan-cycle buttons to start them up. The purple tubes blinked a few times then glowed a steady glow.
Dave's heart was in his mouth.... was it working?
He felt.... nothing.
Greg glanced back and forth towards his Parent's sunbeds on either side...
"Is it working???? Is it doing anything?? I can't tell!!"

The room fell silent as the family searched for even the slightest clue... and then all hell broke loose!

Alison flung her arms up and clasped her hands over her ears as she heard the loudest SCREAM she had ever heard.
It penetrated her head and shook her chest, and she couldn't seem to keep it out, no matter how tightly she clasped.
It was only after several horrifying seconds that she realised why... It was her own scream!

The pain in her hands and arms was excruciating as the UV light penetrated the tissues and began to break down the superbugs.
They writhed and clawed and bit and stung as they fought to survive, but nothing could save them.
Nomsantos had included a UV sensitive gene in their DNA as a last-gasp fail safe and now those protocols were all that stood between this family and their horrible infestation.

The screaming died away, and the family began to bring their breathing and heartrates back to normal.
The pain subsided now, and they dared to open their eyes and look at their skin again.
There were a few small areas of scarring in strange wavy-lines on Alison's hands and forearms, and Dave had one long line down the back of his neck, but Greg seemed to be OK.

Even now, they couldn't bring themselves to leave the safety of the sunbeds until the tanning cycle ran out and the beds automatically clicked off.
Slowly they rose to their feet, checked one another closely for signs of the bugs, then gradually began to break into relieved smiles.

It was over.

They returned to the cabin and quickly burned the T-shirts!

"Good riddance!" said Dave, as the fire hissed, burned and popped in the brick-built BBQ pit behind the cabin.

They fell inside and slumped together on the sofa, hugged and stared blankly at the TV.
The coverage was a lot calmer now, focused on the UV treatment messages and images of GM bugs popping and breaking up.

The family were exhausted. Drained. It felt like the day had gone on forever.
So they put the word out that the rest of the birthday celebrations were cancelled, and decided to have an early night.
Greg hugged his mom and then made his way up to his room, "At least I won't forget THIS birthday for a while!" he joked over his shoulder, shutting his room door.

Dave and Alison slowly made their way through to their bedroom and slumped onto the bed, and it's beautiful, comforting new sheets.
"Hmmmmmm, you can't beat the fresh feel of new sheets" purred Alison as she rolled over to turn out her bedside lamp.
"Yeah..." came the slightly less enthusiastic reply from Dave, as he reached out for his lamp switch, and caught sight of the packaging for the new sheets, now lying crumpled in the bedside trash bin;

"Quality Egyptian Cotton Bedsheets with U-V fade resistance Guaranteed!"

Dave slowly shut his heavy eyelids, and felt a slight itch in his leg as he turned off the light and said... "goodnight".

(03-25-2022, 12:38 AM)EndtheMadnessNow Wrote: Just adding that the DoD has been in bed with Monsanto since the 80s. Just watch the 1985 movie "Warning Sign" for starters.