It has been very troubling lately reading the commentary on the internet news websites like Civil Beat. Whenever there is a post, and a [less than civil] discussion about farming and ranching, there is an immediate hostility towards those that are farmers.
It is almost rabid, with the environmentalist, and anti-corporate liberal activists haters, leading the charge with hateful misinformation. They have found an easy target to attack; the very people that supply us with our food source. The people that work the land and grow crops for sale in the markets, they are now accused of poisoning our food supply. Deliberately!
In reality, the liberals hate agriculture corporations like Monsanto. Obama placed Monsanto executives in the Food and Drug Agency (FDA). So the liberal activists take out their anger on the farmer. They lobby politicians to pass laws preventing farmers from using the tools farmers need to provide the grocery stores with the food safety we all take for granite. They point their finger at farmers and accuse them of poisoning people. It is simply not true! Just like one of Obama’s many lies, the liberal activist’s, use fear and intimidation to attack generations of Hawaiian farmers that have been genuine stewards of the ‘Aina! (land)
Haole Liberal Activist Pointing Finger
It is absurd and beyond belief, but liberals are campaigning on a narrative of hate and fear to demonize Hawaiian farmers. Accusing them of deliberately poisoning people. They have no proof of any Hawaiian farmer poisoning the food supply, so the liberal activists make up false stories to scare people into believing this hoax!
Politicians and environmentalist have found a boogy-strawman argument regarding the techniques to modern day farming.
These ignorant people are going to destroy an industry because of their hatred of corporations. We will see the price of food increase, all because of fear mongering and ignorance. Thank a liberal for your higher food prices.
So Be It Then
Get back To Me
Challenged by modern society about exactly what his role is in the world, a lone farmer mounts a defence based on one phrase: “Get back to me.”
Once those chains are shackled upon us, there is no turning back
The late Paul Harvey had the insight to see many things into the future. The use of drugs in America, the moral decline in America, and the attacks on farmers in America. We are destroying our future by listening to people that think they know better than the rest of us. They are called progressives. Democrats and Socialists. They are the Nanny State America.
And on the 8th day, God looked down on his planned paradise and said, “I need a caretaker.” So God made a farmer.
God said, “I need somebody willing to get up before dawn, milk cows, work all day in the fields, milk cows again, eat supper and then go to town and stay past midnight at a meeting of the school board.” So God made a farmer.
“I need somebody with arms strong enough to rustle a calf and yet gentle enough to deliver his own grandchild. Somebody to call hogs, tame cantankerous machinery, come home hungry, have to wait lunch until his wife’s done feeding visiting ladies and tell the ladies to be sure and come back real soon — and mean it.” So God made a farmer.
God said, “I need somebody willing to sit up all night with a newborn colt. And watch it die. Then dry his eyes and say, ‘Maybe next year.’ I need somebody who can shape an ax handle from a persimmon sprout, shoe a horse with a hunk of car tire, who can make harness out of haywire, feed sacks and shoe scraps. And who, planting time and harvest season, will finish his forty-hour week by Tuesday noon, then, pain’n from ‘tractor back,’ put in another seventy-two hours.” So God made a farmer.
God had to have somebody willing to ride the ruts at double speed to get the hay in ahead of the rain clouds and yet stop in mid-field and race to help when he sees the first smoke from a neighbor’s place. So God made a farmer.
God said, “I need somebody strong enough to clear trees and heave bails, yet gentle enough to tame lambs and wean pigs and tend the pink-combed pullets, who will stop his mower for an hour to splint the broken leg of a meadow lark. It had to be somebody who’d plow deep and straight and not cut corners. Somebody to seed, weed, feed, breed and rake and disc and plow and plant and tie the fleece and strain the milk and replenish the self-feeder and finish a hard week’s work with a five-mile drive to church.
“Somebody who’d bale a family together with the soft strong bonds of sharing, who would laugh and then sigh, and then reply, with smiling eyes, when his son says he wants to spend his life ‘doing what dad does.'” So God made a farmer.
Politicians selling “ism’s”
Organics sell a utopia of healthy living, but they never tell you that they use more pesticides and poisons on their products.
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The Fruits Of Our Labor