The Twelve Tastes of Poison
Poison is a remarkably evil form of murder.
It has a cast of ancient or medieval witchiness about it. It is alchemy gone twisted bizarre. It is nurturing turned inside out as the art of cooking becomes sinister. It’s the most premeditated of crimes.
Anthrax exposure and the earlier exposure of people to a toxic work environment are examples of the extremes of this story. To knowingly send people into a hazardous environment or situation takes a kind of denial or stone cold narcissism that is hard for an ordinary person to imagine.
People can be damned malicious.
I wrote a couple of days ago that in Hawaii I was poisoned at least nine times. But the truth is it has been more. If you find this fact hard to believe then the rest of this story will not make any sense to you.
Toxic substances, from cleaning fluids to HIV laden body fluids are simple enough to mix into somebody’s drinks or food. It’s like date rape drugs. They go down easily and do their damage without much of a whisper.
In my own case, I have survived an attempt to chemically castrate me. It took me about a year and a half to recover from that one. I can talk about the opposition to an inter-racial relationship as the reason for that, or the more traditional desire to unman a perceived powerful adversary, to make him less of a man.
In civil rights cases or revolutionary political situations this is common.
My case has elements of both.
Though I would never claim folk hero status, the situation was open enough and talked about enough to involve more than one issue. It involved sexual assault in the community, the toxic environment, RICO activities and technological advantage protected like secrets to stop others from competing with the power base in the small town.
My food has been pissed it, fecal matter and bugs have been thrown into it like seasoning, and other more traditional poisons, including snake venom has been used to either build up tolerance for poisons or as poison itself.
Despite this, eating has remained one of the great joys of my life.
I’m very interested in ingredients and their impact on biology.
I have worked my whole life on finding the right dietary combinations to help me deal with the ADD and autism I talk about. I like the impact of cooking on romance, libido and energy as well.
I try to taste everything as well as smell it.
It is a grand meditative tradition, contemplative cookery.
I am no super sloth like Sherlock Holmes. I make mistakes. I may very well die from one of my mistakes. But there it is. Despite the denial food is one of the things I have to deal with.
It’s insidious, because carefulness with food can seem pathological to people eating pepperoni pizza and joking about the weather.
“What’s wrong Mike?”
I may be looking at a slice of pepperoni like it has been dyed (it probably has) with a deeply cancerous red dye and sprinkled with fat that is laden with embalming fluid and hormones.
Like most people I am usually in denial about this sort of thing.
In this country people do not like being reminded that they are killing themselves with mutated chemical wastes.
It’s a party for Christ’s sake. Enjoy.
I am not one to lecture someone about their diet or dwell on contents that are fused into the food by corporate coop. There is something innocent about murder by cup cake. It takes a long time and a lot of cup cakes. You enjoy every bite and lick the icing off your upper lip like it’s the elixir of the Gods.
Certain Cola’s will take the rust off bolts.
I like that cola.
It’s a paradox.
My doctor tells me a single grain of salt can kill me.
Our bodies is the very temple of God which we gaudy up with tinsel and poison to make ourselves feel good for the seconds it stings the tongue with pleasure and becomes part of the slabby fat that festers in the walls of our temple.
Hey dude. It’s my temple.
Yes. It is.
So when I tell you my stories believe this much. Some substances will kill you. Some people will give you those substances without much thought, especially if they want to make you sick or dead.
It may be intimate but it is also has a cold distance to it.
It is murder just the same.
Poison is a remarkably evil form of murder.
It has a cast of ancient or medieval witchiness about it. It is alchemy gone twisted bizarre. It is nurturing turned inside out as the art of cooking becomes sinister. It’s the most premeditated of crimes.
Anthrax exposure and the earlier exposure of people to a toxic work environment are examples of the extremes of this story. To knowingly send people into a hazardous environment or situation takes a kind of denial or stone cold narcissism that is hard for an ordinary person to imagine.
People can be damned malicious.
I wrote a couple of days ago that in Hawaii I was poisoned at least nine times. But the truth is it has been more. If you find this fact hard to believe then the rest of this story will not make any sense to you.
Toxic substances, from cleaning fluids to HIV laden body fluids are simple enough to mix into somebody’s drinks or food. It’s like date rape drugs. They go down easily and do their damage without much of a whisper.
In my own case, I have survived an attempt to chemically castrate me. It took me about a year and a half to recover from that one. I can talk about the opposition to an inter-racial relationship as the reason for that, or the more traditional desire to unman a perceived powerful adversary, to make him less of a man.
In civil rights cases or revolutionary political situations this is common.
My case has elements of both.
Though I would never claim folk hero status, the situation was open enough and talked about enough to involve more than one issue. It involved sexual assault in the community, the toxic environment, RICO activities and technological advantage protected like secrets to stop others from competing with the power base in the small town.
My food has been pissed it, fecal matter and bugs have been thrown into it like seasoning, and other more traditional poisons, including snake venom has been used to either build up tolerance for poisons or as poison itself.
Despite this, eating has remained one of the great joys of my life.
I’m very interested in ingredients and their impact on biology.
I have worked my whole life on finding the right dietary combinations to help me deal with the ADD and autism I talk about. I like the impact of cooking on romance, libido and energy as well.
I try to taste everything as well as smell it.
It is a grand meditative tradition, contemplative cookery.
I am no super sloth like Sherlock Holmes. I make mistakes. I may very well die from one of my mistakes. But there it is. Despite the denial food is one of the things I have to deal with.
It’s insidious, because carefulness with food can seem pathological to people eating pepperoni pizza and joking about the weather.
“What’s wrong Mike?”
I may be looking at a slice of pepperoni like it has been dyed (it probably has) with a deeply cancerous red dye and sprinkled with fat that is laden with embalming fluid and hormones.
Like most people I am usually in denial about this sort of thing.
In this country people do not like being reminded that they are killing themselves with mutated chemical wastes.
It’s a party for Christ’s sake. Enjoy.
I am not one to lecture someone about their diet or dwell on contents that are fused into the food by corporate coop. There is something innocent about murder by cup cake. It takes a long time and a lot of cup cakes. You enjoy every bite and lick the icing off your upper lip like it’s the elixir of the Gods.
Certain Cola’s will take the rust off bolts.
I like that cola.
It’s a paradox.
My doctor tells me a single grain of salt can kill me.
Our bodies is the very temple of God which we gaudy up with tinsel and poison to make ourselves feel good for the seconds it stings the tongue with pleasure and becomes part of the slabby fat that festers in the walls of our temple.
Hey dude. It’s my temple.
Yes. It is.
So when I tell you my stories believe this much. Some substances will kill you. Some people will give you those substances without much thought, especially if they want to make you sick or dead.
It may be intimate but it is also has a cold distance to it.
It is murder just the same.
I had to report these crimes to the police. The last time the officer did not take a sample because the city did not have the forensics to chemically analyze it.
We should fund that.
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