Sorry I fell off the radar for a few days- Producer Jack & I are heading back from the PNW after returning for a good friend’s wedding. She married a man from Malaysia whose best man is an international attorney and made the long trip to Portland. I was sitting next to him at the rehearsal dinner and told him I interview censored people on a podcast. He said, without my mentioning anything, “Your government pressures tech companies to censor people because if it silenced you directly, it would violate your Constitution.” While many Americans seem to think nothing’s wrong, people halfway across the world get it. Of course I then asked if he’d do my podcast. Ha! And he agreed. (Can I write the trip off as a business expense now?) Anyway here’s a picture of Jack crawling under the church pews and building natural immunity.
Trump’s executive order protecting glyphosate (which RFK Jr supports) is such a perfect example of how the American political system works, and one of the main reasons I became a farmer. Bayer (which acquired Monsanto in 2018) is getting sued into oblivion over claims glyphosate causes cancer, to the extent they’re paying out billions in losses and facing the real possibility of going bankrupt. Then all of a sudden, states like Georgia pass laws protecting glyphosate manufacturers from liability and the President passes a similar executive order in the name of national defense. Is this timing a coincidence? The big corporations in this country have direct influence on politicians in a way the average American can never compete - that is, unless we leave their system. We must go direct with farmers who use the kind of methods we want for our dinner. Even if we ban glyphosate, there are plenty of worse (yes, hard to believe!) chemicals waiting to take its place. There is no way out ...
The personal trainer at my gym, Charles, asked to try our raw goat milk so I brought a small sample. He said he stopped drinking milk and eating cheese because it affected his asthma, but he was curious what would happen with raw milk.
It’s not Afghanistan or Iraq. It’s not explosions or gunfire. What keeps Lynn up at night? A 5-ounce chick named Rosie who is the runt of the new chick squad but makes her mighty presence known with loud chirping whenever she poops. A word to new or potential chick owners: find a place outside in the garage or barn for their brooder instead of keeping them inside. They’re louder than you’d think! Anyone else have tricks for creative spots to keep a brooder that are safe and warm?
