WHO AM I?
“J31” was the original
name of the most dangerous riding bull ever bred when he was just a scrawny
calf. He wasn’t much to look at. He certainly didn’t look dangerous at all. His
owner thought so little of “J31” that he has said he thought “J31” would not
amount to much and would probably be sold to McDonald’s for hamburgers.
One day, as some
pre-pubescent “tween-age” bull-riding “wannabee” was atop “J31”, kicking and
trying to get a good ride out of him, something in the calf “just snapped”. He
leaped, bucked forward, bucked backwards, spun around, kicked with his legs so
high he almost flipped over onto the rider! By the time the boy got free, the
calf had almost gone totally over the arena fence. It scared that kid badly.
But, “J31”’s owner decided to keep him around, at last he had shown some
bull-calf “potential.”
The psyche of rodeo
bulls is not wired to be afraid of humans or to submit – even with a rider on
their back. This proved to be especially
true of “J31”. By age 5 he weighed
nearly 2,000 pounds and could so artfully twist his spine and throw legs in
different directions, so lightning fast, that riders had no point of balance or
counter-balance. “J31” could not be ridden. And, he extracted attempted riders
so dramatically that he was eventually named “Bodacious”.
The thing which made
“Bodacious” so fierce was that he became extraordinarily vicious from all
directions at once. Even worse, “Bodacious” got meaner and craftier the more
riders and experiences he had.
He was like a malevolent force of nature which could not choose
to do anything other than to destroy anything on his back. The most talented
bull riders in the world attempted to stay on him and despite the highest cash
purses for success, the most impressive protective gear imported from other
sports, they were crushed, mauled and wounded so badly and required so many
surgeries to repair, re-construct or replace skulls, faces or limbs; they
themselves were simply grateful to be lucky enough to have survived. It was
almost as if they had grabbed hold of a personal tornado which simply would not
stop even when the rider was on the ground. “Bodacious” was so vicious his
owner retired him when he was young BEFORE he killed anyone.
WHY AM I HERE?
There is something in Americans which makes us not only believe
we can overcome nature, but to risk it and seek it out. We fancy ourselves
fearless. Hence, rodeo, bull-riding and many other activities which are
quintessentially “American.”
We make huge
industries out of creating ways for people to take risks. How many brain
injuries have there ever been from people running in to one another in
combative sports like football? Motocross? “Big time” wrestling? Cage boxing? Snow
boarding? Even trying to claim this aggressive quality as “uniquely American”
is not true and thus is “uniquely American.”
Citius, Altius, Fortius (Latin for "Faster, Higher, Stronger") is the world’s motto
of the Olympics. Be the best in the world. Now the world challenge themselves
to overcome gravity, physical capacity, endurance. In May 2015, climbers on Mt.
Everest, the highest mountain in the world were killed during two extreme
natural disasters, an earthquake which triggered an avalanche. Big game hunters
go after the largest, most dangerous or exotic prey. Wars are fought to
dominate and wield power over other people. We honor the military. We honor the
police. We honor those who risk life and limb in all of the many ways we have
devised for them to be risk takers. Some hunters kill Tigers so they can sell
tiger testicles to men who will eat them and gain strength. Some people swim
with sharks to show their courage.
Major international
companies feel danger and risk taking is a fine way to do business. Take
Monsanto, maker of the glyphosphate-based worldwide herbicide product,
“Roundup” which is sold in over 180 countries. National Geographic writes: “Last
month (March 2015), an international agency declared
glyphosate, the primary ingredient in the popular product Roundup, a
‘probable human carcinogen.’”(2)
So, here is a “probably” deadly, malevolent chemical in the most widely sold herbicide in the world through
which we are self-inflicting into our patios, driveways, sidewalks and general household
environment.
A tricycle is not a rodeo bull, or is it?
WHAT DO I WANT?
No
one wants to “reign in” any corporation in America so avoidance of discovering
danger has worked in many Monsanto products before – rBST for example. “Just
like the real thing.”
Denial is strong and is government
policy - “Glyphosate is not included in the U.S. government’s testing of food
for pesticide residues or the monitoring of chemicals in human blood and
tissues. As a result, there is no information on how much people are exposed to
from using it in their yards, living near farms or eating foods from treated
fields.”(2)
Glyphosphate is in the drinking
water of 38 states and in 70% of rainwater samples. It was found in 90% of 300
soybean samples. It is used by farmers who gro GMO foods like corn and
soybeans.
So, let’s ride this water-borne,
nationally inflicted, “possible carcinogen”, corporate bull, shall we?
A water-borne carcinogen is hard to
track. It twists and jumps. It can’t be linked with a specific ingestion
mechanism and the formation of cancer in a specific organ – like smoking and
lung cancer. We all drink water. Our bodies are 50 – 70% water. So what if 70%
of our rainwater contains glycophosphate, that specific “probable carcinogen”, you
can’t prove anything. Just drink your water and shut up.
Interesting. A water-borne
carcinogen might cause cancer that doesn’t have a specific source as in
smoking/lung cancer. How coincidental that Cancer of Unknown Primary
(CUP) is the “super-bull” of the
cancer world. It should be nicknamed “Bodacious”.
CUP is like a raging bull which attacks the body from within the
arena of the skin from all directions at once. There is no point of pivot on
which the patient can pause to resist. The CUP spreads to all organs, and even
the arena of the skin. “Bodacious” the bull attempted on numerous occasions to fence
climb, leap or ram. No fences stop the CUP because the skin simply is just another
“organ” which CUP turns into another painful, grotesque lesion, part of this
latest ride.
When you are diagnosed
with cancer, some physicians use fear to get you to quickly agree to their form
of treatment: surgery, chemotherapy and radiation being the predominant. But,
with CUP, these physicians are as confused as bull riders atop “Bodacious”
because their expertise, which focuses on specific locales of the disease and
thus specific treatments (“Liver Cancer”, “Bladder Cancer” and so forth) cannot
be used because CUP, like that young bull-calf “J31” is leaping, bucking
forward, bucking backwards, spinning around inside and you feel totally
assaulted and violated. All the organs can be affected at the same time.
What a ride! No one
knows the source of an unknown primary cancer. Water-borne? Who knows.
Perhaps the main
purveyor of glycophosphates, which is now heavily evident in our water
supplies, like the owner of “Bodacious”, should put the stuff out to pasture
until it is known to be safe in the ring with that stuff. But, no. Corporations
need lots of deaths.
That’s bodacious!
- “The Ride Of Their Lives,” Burkhard Bilger, New Yorker, Reporter At Large, December 8, 2014,
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