Well, I am extremely worried now!!!
I might have been poisoned.
Not by some unknown assailant with malicious motives.
It was the sister of this culprit pictured below. (I truly believe he is also involved.)
Darn Killer Mango.
I honestly didn’t know that I was ingesting a “non-organic” substance.
It did not come across as a non decomposable substance.
It did not taste nor have the texture of “metal”.
I didn’t believe it to be “raw minerals”.
It felt somewhat solid in my hand, in no way coming across as “gaseous“.
Only it’s delicious juices flowed as a “liquid”, running down my arm and dripping from my elbow.
I called poison control. They asked if I were under psychiatric supervision. (I’m not. My therapist had a meltdown.)
So, as a proper Western Worlder, I turned to that there “internet”.
Which led me to “Wikipedia” and their definition of ‘Organic‘ ……
An organic product is made from materials produced by organic agriculture.. …Organic food, food produced from organic farming methods and often certified organic according to organic farming standards.
Organic clothing, clothing produced from organic fibers such as organic cotton.
Yet, I am still left to wonder, “What in the name of The Cosmic Muffin have I ingested? Am I soon to die (again)?
In all seriousness, we must ask ourselves if perhaps “The Big Bang” did in fact give we all a cosmic concussion or,worse, deafened us to logic.
A “conventional” farmer plants their crop next to an “organic” competitor.
Same earth, identical water table, sharing the same Sun and shelter-less from Mother Nature and her mate, Father Weather.
Oh my Lords, what am I implying?
That there may no difference between the end product of these two farms?
In our feeble attempt at constructing a Utopian society we have wandered into a false belief that we live within a species that is capable of “Peace, Love and Hippy Dope”. That we may walk with “Nature” and be “One” with our fellow man.
Look around people!
Ain’t going to happen anytime soon. Maybe, if the “Powers That Be” allow, just maybe, Humanity may evolve enough some day so as this could be a reality.
For now, we are mere babes in the woods. Still at the breastfeeding stage of our existence in this space/time continuum and this paralleled universe.
Our present “Politically Correct” society with it’s “Please do not hurt my feelings” attitudes and Alice In Wonderland belief that we should be open to Facebook conspiracies, Kik open sexual diversities, Instagram Boobies and YouTube Truths is as non-fictional as the screenplay for “Rocky Horror Picture Show”.
Is potash potash? Is Nitrogen Nitrogen? Is Urea Urea?
Is fertilizer that comes from the ass of farm animals not have the exact same necessary nutrients as mass produced bags of the exact same nutrients?
Are not all you “Organic Muffins” breathing the same air as I am? Is the weather different from mine under your hat?
When I am done digesting my non-organic Killer Mango, will I not defecate it out the same as you will expel your Hippie Mango?
Do you suppose that maybe, just maybe, all this organic hubbub is just a very huge monetary opportunity whereas smaller “Organic” producers and distributors are raking in high profit margins?
All on your belief that their produce doesn’t contain all the same components as every other biodegradable living thing that exists already has?
Society is collapsing as we know it.
It is tumbling down throughout space/time like a bad rumor on FaceBook. Running out of control with mass controlling and charismatic hypnosis.
Leading us all to believe that there are more than two sexes, unicorns are real, 9/11 was a lie, the whole milk humans drank for many millennia is bad for us and last, but not least, children know what they want and have the right to choose.
And that’s how it is …… as I sit here in fear that my sweet, adorable, ripe mango may in fact be a “DARN KILLER MANGO“.
People, I leave you with this, ….. Just eat your mango – he will like it.
Remember, Life is like a meal, looks great, tastes delicious and ends up a pile of crap in the end.
So, just enjoy the meal.
Until next time, I remain, Dann, just as I am.