Re: Is plastic making us fat??

If margarine is considered in the mix of plastics, yes, no doubt it is helping to make people fat, especially people who are being helped by orthodoxy to get over their fat-induced problems - such as cardiovascular illness, hardening of the arteries with various dietary products from the food chain - by their doctors advise they get off butter and onto margarine "cause it's less fatening" (sic).

William Donald Kelley once asserted that his own profession - orthodox medicine that itself includes the brotherhood of modern dentistry - is responsible for the deaths of more people than all the world's wars combined, yet they have never been given proper recognition for their "good works". Included in Kelley's aspirations was the desire to help see that his former profession got the proper recognition they deserved in this instance. A lot of the recognition as he saw it was on the front of mercury and other dental metals, but he was also the first person to help bring in to my awareness that margarine is an invention of a substance that is merely one molecule removed from being plastic.

There was a plastic moment that I somewhat accidentally contributed last November.... and talk about unintentionally dropping a turd into the proverbial family punchbowl which, as you migt expect, is the kind of impromptu incidents that occur within a given family's dynamics whenever the family is by and large actively made up of card-carrying members of the herd being visited on occasion by the proverbial animal perceived as black for his increasing inclination to stray away from the path the herd is being guided along. The setting: Sunday dinner, graciously cooked & served up by my dear cousin who herself was at that time only 6 week removed from the experience of having spent hours one day "on the pump" subsequent to her chest being dissected with a saw, spread open, heart stopped and then manually pulled out of chest where it was then surgically manipulated upon the workbench of her cardiologist. Cousin asks "dear cousin, would you like some butter for your bread?". Instinctively I was about to reply with a resounding yes until I turned to greet her inquiry head on, only to see her holding that unmistakably familiar little dank yellow plastic tub full of stuff; margarine. At that point, apparently by way of the instinctive flinch...reaction.... countenance, I momentarily cringed, then instantaneously failed badly at regaining composure in blurting out a quick "oh, uh, er, no, thank you, my plate is already quite full, thank you". Cousin pressed the matter "oh come on, I know you like butter, c'mon and have some". She even waved the yellow dish just a bit in attempting to further invite me. At that point, realizing the turd was already mostly on it's way sailing towards a resounding touchdown splash into the proverbial family punchbowl, I looked cousin in the eye and said blankly "that does not look like butter, in fact I'm pretty sure it's margarine". Suddenly 5 sets of eyes and their attached countenances were beeming at me in silence, the way a dog stares with head askew while looking towards seemingly alien input. Cousin politely asked "wll, gee, cousin, whatever do you mean? Doesn't everybody know that margarine is better for their health compared to real butter... I mean, c'mon, even my heart doctors advise me to eat this instead... you knew that already, didn't you?".

Sigh. People occasionally say "you otta write a book". In the past, there have been various moments here and there when I spent no little time considering that advice. There was one such moment that occured about 7 years ago while standing in line at the company cafeteria at lunch time and chatting with a fellow work buddy. He suggested I might consider writing a book just as I was reading that day's menu. The momentary cringe & quirk of countenance had been in the middle of striking me again when buddy said "what's wrong with you?". I quickly replied "oh, no, potatoes.... allegedly.....again....forget about me writing a book, but did you know that (cafeteria chief chef) has written her own book?; "101 Ways To F!$K Up Potatoes". Buddy erupted in laughter as did several others standing in line nearby while somewhere therein a passerby had also experienced their own quirky cringe - they sort of twitched and dropped a full lunch tray all over the floor, alleged potatoes, plastic ware and styrofoam and their contents, the whole lot of it, splashing and splattering all over. Head Chef was nearby just out of earshot. Her ears perked up, she sauntered down our way and said "what's up fellows?, what goes on here? What's so funny?". Knowing well from having co-authored many parts of the insider's guidebook to surviving the corporate office experience, rule # 21 immediately came to mind, several people including myself istantly dissembled. In reply I said "Hey, Pat, how are you today? Breathing in deeply I said "MMMMMmmm, you've really cooked up something good back there today, haven't you?". Pat beamed. All joking aside, I really liked Pat and did not hold her ultimately responsible for what she did. Whe she did was, afterall "just DOIN MY job", as they say. She looked at me and said "awww, honey....she then bent a little over the counter and spoke in lowered tones "don't tell anyone, but if you're real good, I just might be able to sneak you an extra big helping". In reply I deadpanned "oh, oh Pat, you're too good to me"; Rule #21, don't mess with the person in charge of dishing out food, even when the food dished out might be from Pat's book on 101 ways to mess up potatoes, slathered in margarine, served up piping hot in and shoveled down with the aid of the best plastic ware that 76 cents alloted per employee per corporate cafeteria day can buy. :)