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.
Iacon East 