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Papoose Fiction: Pesticides

Without insects, a lot of small animals and birds have no food. Populations of these animals decreases drastically, causing populations of larger predators to decrease. Eventually, all wildlife will be extinct thanks to pesticides.

Eating Poison

Further, eating food grown with pesticides is a form of slow poisoning of the body. The brain ceases to function properly, and logic and reason are defenestrated, replaced with quarrels, arguments, fights, and wars because of miscommunications and misunderstandings between improperly functioning brains that have been poisoned.
Another factor is that pesticides contribute to shorter lifespans and toxic food supplies with reduced nutritional values.

Simply Solution

The solution is simple. First, abandon all farms with pesticides in the ground and relocate all the farmers to organic areas. Start the farming processes over, except set maximum sizes of lots per produce item; meaning, each farm must have an assortment of food types growing, not endless rows of the same crop for miles on end, forcing the local habitat to flee for lack of variety growing in the region.

Insect Accounting

Account for small animals and insects to reduce the final amount of harvestable crops by a calculated percentage, just like accountants always include inventory losses due to employee thefts in their balance sheets.
Apples are going to have worms in them, hopefully, and vegetables are going to have marks from mother nature taking her toll on them over the season. Tomatoes are not going to be perfectly round, and carrots aren't always going to be giant orange straight roots. Fruit and vegetables and other crops will always have to be shared with local wildlife, and that's a predictable yet sustainable cycle we can figure into our calculations.

Paradigm Shift

At this point, it'd be safer to eat a worm than an apple, and you won't find any worms in apples anymore. That should be a scary fact when carefully considered. The cycle of life has been altered and humanity is mutating away from its intended path of evolution. Without an immediate paradigm shift in the manner in which raw foods are treated, an alien invasion is likely to correct via enslavement our civilization before we self-destruct. If you think we have any defenses against more evolved races, we don't. Even self termination via nuclear holocaust is anticipated. The choice is simple, start doing what Jesus would do or don't complain when our species is enslaved.


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