Steve's barking poisoned food saves lives

Think about this, we poison our food with chemicals to kill off bugs that eat our food.
If we were to eat too much of the poison food surely we would get sick, that why it's a good idea to wash off your fruits and vegetables (without using soap or as we call it rinsing them off).
We use growth hormones on our chickens and coop them up, surely that's not a good thing for the chickens and us chicken eaters but if we didn't do that would there be enough wings and breast to go around?  What would be the price of chickens and there parts if we only had free range?
What about cows and sheep, lets not forget about pigs and other penned in animals, would we have enough to feed those who desired the eating of flesh for there nutrition if they didn't a little poison in them?

What would happen if we were all vegetarians would there be enough food to go around?

Modern Western men like myself eat too much. We also tend to waste enormous quantities of food. The common wisdom is that this food could be used to feed the starving in various places in the world were there is a shortage of food, the people are hungry and children are dying of malnutrition. My over the belly gut feeling is telling me that we have to be careful fixing this inefficient food distribution system or more people will starve.

Some people eat to live, I'm one of those people who live to eat.    

  

Steve's barking at Ground Hog Day

Ground Hog Day just past We should pity the poor ground hog on this day. He has go through the humiliation being woken up, taken out of his burrow in what is usually extreme cold, starred on by complete strangers, to see if he sees his shadow. Now this animal has no idea that he’s suppose to be looking for his shadow. So once a year the media can make up a story that there might or might not be freezing cold. We humans are just too inhumane to animals

Now don’t think all animals are nice to us humans, they could be pretty rotten too. I had a friend who had a dog who was so jealous every time he went out to work, the dog would destroy the curtains, and pee on the carpet. My first wife had a cat every morning on the weekend would smack me in the head while I was sleeping until I got up to feed her. She didn't care how tired I was, she would tell me to get my lazy butt up. Now if I didn't feed her what she wanted to eat she would let me know with the loudest meow, and sometimes she would even hiss at me.

Now my friends dog would greet him at the door, tail wagging, showing him unconditional love, and the cat would jump on my chest and purr the day away. We knew that all is right with the world.