Father, Son, and Holy Shit

Yesterday, Prime and I were out and about, trying to figure out what we might have for dinner. I had just gotten off work and Prime had just put in several hours of overtime, so we were both pretty tired. As we were figuring out where we should go to eat, a sign caught my eye. Maybe it was the irritation on my face. Maybe it was the angry tone of voice I used. Maybe it was the insistence that we should turn the car around and go back to take a photo of this sign. Whatever it may have been, Prime made a quick left and reversed course. While this was happening, I switched on my tablet.

We pulled into the parking lot, I pulled out my tablet and I managed to snap a photo of what had me so pissed. Behold it in all its terminal failocity:

You are reading that correctly: “Truth” about GMOs and sweetners. As if I couldn’t figure out how this is going to go.

I have all ideas that it’ll be one of those ‘these things cause cancer because chemmy-kills and not natural so buy only organic’ sort of series. Because most things that have the word “truth” in them aren’t true; they’re scare mongering BS. I’ve seen it all over the internet. It’s infested Facebook, Google, and everything inbetween. Hell, when I tried to get some facts about tamoxifen, I kept running into woo bullshit, claiming that there were herbs that could do the same thing and that cancer treatments are toxic. There were days I wanted to throw my laptop against a wall.

However, I can’t tell if it’s ironic that this is being held in a church. Mostly because my irony detector just exploded. Michael Bay would be proud.

About Silverwynde

I'm a Transformers fan, Pokémon player, Brewers fan and all-out general nerd. I rescue abandoned Golett, collect as many Bumblebee decoys and figures as I can find and I've attended every BotCon--official and non--since 1999. I'm also happily married to a fellow Transfan named Prime and we were both owned by a very intelligent half-Siamese cat, who crossed the Rainbow Bridge on June 16, 2018. We still miss him. But we're now the acting staff of a Maine Coon kitty named Lulu, who pretty much rules the house. Not that we're complaining about that.
This entry was posted in Bullshit, Science, Skepticism, Snake Oil Woo Woo and tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.