Dear Monsanto,

I am writing this letter to say thank you to Chairman and CEO, Hugh Grant, and the distinguished Board of Directors of the Monsanto Company. I was fortunate at a young age to experience your largesse when you shared over 50,000 tons of Agent Orange with my fellow country men, country women and country children in the lush terrains of Vietnam in Southeast Asia. As master cultivators of the earth, it must have pained you to see how the Vietnamese people were just sitting around on their swanky rice paddies instead of pulling up their gosh damn weeds. How dare they let their land turn into a gnarly jungle so American GI’s and Viet Cong could not charge one another across an open field with cannons blazing and bayonets at the ready like in the good old days of the American Civil War. Gollum, himself, was probably hiding his preciousss in all that damn foliage, it simply had to go. Of course, your company’s leadership decision along with the Dow Chemical Corporation to keep the presence of dioxins and other “toxic impurities” from the public was a true act of patriotic, self-sacrifice in a time when our nation was at war. The American people in the 1970’s obviously had more important things to worry about at the time than whether American soldiers or Vietnamese civilians and their future generation’s health was being permanently compromised. Like, figuring out exactly how did Mr. Gravy get so wavy or who the hell was it that started that disco inferno?

Now, if this had been your final random act of kindness your legacy would have been forever assured, but, no, you have chosen not to rest on your laurels. Because of your high standards for corporate stewardship we are now able to purchase GMO corn at the local mom-and-pop store known as Wal-Mart. Like caviar wishes and champagne dreams, you have made the dream a reality for so many wealth-impaired people around the world. And, thanks to you, people from all walks of life can shock and awe their weeds into submission using Roundup and have sugar that tastes like ass, I mean aspartame, with their coffee or tea. In conclusion, I must admit to being envious of the city of St. Louis where Monsanto’s corporate headquarters are located. It must be like having Mr. Rogers in your very own neighborhood. So, Mr. and Mrs. Monsanto, wherever you are, please know that your efforts to control the food supply are not in vain and have not gone unnoticed. You have made a difference. Even though my fellow Vietnamese may come off as ungrateful, please know there is at least one rational minded person of the Asian persuasion who still remembers to say thank you to his captors. And if I could be so kind as to remind you that the half-life of Agent Orange can be up to 20 years, perhaps you might spare a few more tons of your finest Agent Orange for my churlish people. Think of it as a fresh coat of paint on a ’67 Chevy. Until then, I’m off to Wal-Mart to round up some produce for tonight’s dinner. I love the smell of genetic modification in the morning.

Yours truly,

Jeff Nguyen

(from his blog http://deconstructingmyths.com/2013/10/05/dear-monsanto-2/)

Many Rivers to Cross

An Essay by Jeff Nguyen–from his blog:

http://deconstructingmyths.com/2015/05/26/many-rivers-to-cross/

Sometimes, life leaves you reeling with nowhere to turn and no one to call out to. The capitalist juggernaut has left many of us one medical illness, one job loss, one paycheck from the brink. People who work all of their lives find themselves destitute in their so-called “golden years” and young people just starting out find themselves struggling under the weight of crushing debt loads. The stress of life inside the kingdom of capital is like an ever-present and mighty, rushing river; a current that carves canyons of despair and futility into our communities and our homes. Indeed, the poets and the bards have always known this truism, that there are many rivers to cross and that sometimes it’s only our will that keeps us alive. May we find comfort in one another’s stories and may we find the courage to change the things we cannot accept by hearing one another’s voices.

Editor’s note: It’s time for Monsanto to cross to our sidce of the river.

DON’T CRY MY CHILDREN

A Poem by Stefanie Bennett

– after Monsanto and Dow Chemical

They scold you for being
Too big for your boots.
For back-chatting.
For singing in quiet places.
For feeding the animals.
For questioning the damnation
Of some; the elation
Of others. They question
The questioning. You must not
Cry, my children!
It happens because it happens.

Soon, you’ll learn to laugh
In all the right quarters.
Soon, you’ll learn to lie
With the best of them.
Soon, the answers will be
Covered by a bill-of-sale
You’ll slip into, comfortably.
The humans of this world
Clothe and cord their existence
In a way that costs the very
Earth… but not one red cent.

And –, as for the odd one of you,
They can’t take a chance
On the odds of a chance. The unusual
Is dangerous. A close watch is kept.
They scold with laws fit only
For the breaking. There’s…
The locking-up, the throwing away
Of keys. And a thing called ‘personality’.
You would not want to be
One of the oddities
Left crying?
Whatever you do

– Do not make the mistake
Of answering me.

No Change is Coinless

A Poem by Randall Karlen Rogers

You’re such an idiot,
I better say something,
Monsanto.
Your Frankenfoods have
me and myriad others,
running scared.
Shotgun shooting the
genes of a firefly,
for instance,
into the genetics
of corn,
to see what happens.
It’s a crapshoot,
you know,
like life, I suggest,
it’s not as bad as that,
corporate friends say,
there are medical
procedures, medicines,
to save one from an
early or sudden
life death.
Yet GMO foodstuffs
will ply their horrors
through Generations
to come, until they are
documented harm.
Less fertilizer and
pesticide use when
the poison is genetically
altered into the seed,
we are told, stranger
than ergot mold and
Saint Vitus dance,
I say. Come now,
consumers, do not
discount the risk of
genetically altered
foods, demand their
removal from the
food chain. Refuse
the uncaring agribusiness
prophets. Eat organic
real food, and know
what you’re
dying from, instead,
of propaganda.

MARCH AGAINST MONSANTO
WORLDWIDE PROTESTS ON MAY 23

Marchers in over 400 Cities Demand Labeling of Genetically Engineered Foods and the Reduction of Carcinogenic Chemicals Used in Industrial Agriculture

WASHINGTON, DC – On May 23, 2015, for the third year in a row, hundreds of thousands of concerned individuals will gather across 38 countries and 428 cities to join in peaceful protest against the Monsanto Company as a part of the March Against Monsanto grassroots campaign. This movement seeks to raise awareness to the dangers surrounding Monsanto’s genetically modified seeds and cancer-linked herbicide Roundup.

SEE YOU IN THE STREETS!

In solidarity,
Gene
GCU@Occupy-Monsanto.com
www.Occupy-Monsanto.com
Twitter.com/GMO917
Facebook.com/GeneticCrimesUnit