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halloween horror story: "the look & the cook"
Re-animated humans love genetically modified organisms made by robots
i toured the haunted frito lay factory in the central valley of california....
the invitation came in an email, i was very intrigued + rsvp'd YES.
a black limousine picked me + mod*tot up + drove us 3 hours east.
we arrived at a deserted rural town next to fields + rail road tracks.
tumble weeds rolled down the streets...
the enormous factory sat back from the gated road on a long driveway.
we were greeted by a smiling pr person. the driver said he'd wait outside.
the pr person took us into a room full of frito lay executives from across the US.
they offered us soda + snacks (we don't drink soda, we avoid salty-sugary chips).
they each gave us a slide-show talk about the merits of their patented potato + "green" efficient "local" factories spread across the Americas + other countries.
they own every part of their product process from the patented GMO seeds, to the fields where they're grown, the train tracks + trucks that bring the potatoes + corn to their factories to be processed by their automated processing line. i asked whether their patented potato was more nutritious, but the answer was: "NO, it's the look & the cook".
a shiver ran up my spine. i looked at the executives, they smiled proudly.
a woman explained their patented potatoes withstand high temperature cooking without brown spots, so they cook consistently + look good in the bag.
when it was time to tour the factory. mod*tot was not allowed to go with us.
they are so secretive, they only let a few people per year tour the factory.
i put on my hair net + gloves + followed the tour leader. the executives followed me.
we went through a hall lined with windows + into an enormous mostly empty space with a ceiling about a hundred feet high. we went to a window. a train pulled up to a conveyor belt + up rolled potatoes into the building, first into a washing machine, then a slicer, then the cooker, + the salt tumbler. the potato chip conveyor belt passed them through a wall, they fell into bags, where robotic arms sealed the bags + stuffed them in boxes + taped up the boxes: creepy (a picture of arnold schwarzenegger on the wall from his tour)
then i was led to the roof: it was covered with................ Solyndra solar cylinders!
i was sent home with big bags of sun chips: i retained water + bloated!
Genetically Modified Organisms-GMOs are multi-species synthetic "seeds" :: laboratory synthesized bacteria-virus-animal-plant DNA patented creations
to know if genetically-mutated seeds injected with pesticides are used to grow your food products: vote YES on Prop 37 to label GMO products
(i took this pic of a halloween variety bag - the art is really good)
by ~mod*mom~ at 16.10.12 Â©