Another triumph of liberty over the common man! BPA is found in a host of plastics, including baby bottles and food containers, that have been linked by one hundred independent published studies to adverse health effects. BPA can mimic estrogen and miniscule amounts introduced to fetuses or infants can , according to scientist Frederick vom Saal, change cell structures and lead to serious health problems in later life.
Notwithstanding this, the Food and Drug Administration has ignored the independent science and has relied on only two studies paid for by the American Plastics Council, declaring BPA safe and hilariously denying with straight faces that that they are not biased towards the plastics industry.
This is yet another instance where the Bush Administration would prefer to damage the health of children rather than upset their paymasters by regulating companies like Dow Chemical and BASF. Fortunately Rep. John Dingell is on the case and has demanded the records from the Weinberg Group, implicated in employing the scientists-for -hire to defend the manufactures, such as the makers of such health products as Agent Orange and other delights.
How can people vote for a political party that puts the health of the balance sheets of Dow and BASF before the health of little children ?
I dont think most people have a clue what is going on either in political circles or in big business. They are misinformed for the most part and too busy with their own complicated lives to give these thing much thought. They are also gullible and too ready to trust. I include myself in this last observation. When Blair came back from the USA to the UK telling us all we were going to war, my first thought was that he must know something I dont. It never occured to me that we were being conned. It will in future, you may be sure!.
Perhaps life in Epicurus’ time was far more simple which is why he encouraged the retreat to the Garden.
Yes, Jane, I envy even Epicurus’ Garden — the literal “nature” of it. No trashed plastic bottles or cigarette butts on the ground and no chemicals on the grass. Birds you could see and hear, no jarring motor sounds from lawnmowers, leaf blowers, or passing cars. I imagine the wine, the olive oil, and the grilled fish and the sound of our dinner companions’ voices, untainted by blaring not-music.
Am I beginning to sound like a cranky old crone?
No, but regrettably you may be a dying breed. They are not making any more of you.