I’ve been hearing a lot about “raw milk” lately. It’s an idea that I was aware of in the peripherals of the world at large, but not one that I ever bothered to explore. Why? Because I learned about Louis Pasteur when I was in second grade and the idea that “Pasteurization is good, we should keep doing that” quickly found a place in my worldview.

No story I’ve heard since then has changed my mind.

What is “raw milk”?

Raw milk is milk that has not been pasteurized (heated up to kill germs and bacteria) or homogenized (mixed to break the fat into smaller pieces). A lot of people buy it directly from the farm as it’s illegal to sell in stores in most states.

What? Yeah. I was a bit surprised that raw milk is such a controlled substance. But as a recognized vector of foodborne illness, I suppose that it makes sense. Because seriously, raw milk has quite the dark history as most people don’t bother to self-pasteurize, which results in them ingesting bits of feces and animal hair. One little drip of cow sweat and the batch of milk is infected. And refrigeration does NOT stop the growth of a whole bunch of microscopic organisms. Which is why we cook meat and eggs, and move food into a different container once a can is opened.

Still, some people are willing to risk it all to drink raw milk. They don’t even pasteurize it! I mean, some might, but most of them drink it and grin: “Straight from the cow’s udder. You can’t get much closer to natural than that.”

And due to the spread of false information about raw milk, a lot of people don’t believe how dangerous it can be. They think that a cow’s udder is somehow … hygenic? … as though tuberculosis and E.coli disappear once the milk is squirted out of the teat. They also tend to have a lot more trust in the good practices of their chosen dairy farmers than in the FDA or CDC.

“People have been drinking raw milk for millions of years with absolutely no ill-effects and only good things” – seems to be the party line hardcore raw milk drinkers subscribe to. Never mind that historically, people on average had an incredibly short lifespan and less than half of children lived to see their fifth birthdays. And a big part of that was due to unpasteurized milk.

There’s a very good reason why Louis Pasteur is an important person to the history of the human race.

So why would anyone risk their health to have raw milk?

Raw milk enthusiasts insist that the flavor is richer, fuller, different. It’s a taste they’re willing to risk breaking the law to enjoy. It’s basically one of the definitions for First World problems — risking jail and kidney failure simply to enjoy a pitcher of milk.

I have never had raw milk. I don’t want to have raw milk.

The idea of ingesting anything that comes from an animal’s body without neutralizing dangerous micro-organisms disgusts me. Because there is no food worth death or paralysis.

Still, to each their own. Any adult willing to risk permanent injury for a cereal moistener should be allowed to buy it at the grocery store with the caveat that raw milk be pasteurized before being served to children. Because as I understand it, self-pasteurizing raw milk does not noticeably change the flavor — it remains milk.

When people say they love the taste and the texture and what-have-you, they wouldn’t really mind the raw milk being pasteurized. Because the flavor and texture they enjoy is due to the milk coming from organically raised dairy cows.

And sure, pasteurization may neutralize some of the vitamin C content, but it’s a negligible amount. Drink some pasteurized juice. Eat an orange. Chomp on a Flintstone’s vitamin.

You can enjoy all of the benefits of touring dairy farms and buying quality raw milk at $6+ per half-gallon without risking the health of yourself or your family.

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Links of note:

Food Safety News: “A Mom and a Dairyman Plead: Don’t Feed Children Raw Milk” — a 2014 story about a mom giving her two-year-old raw milk that was contaminated with E.coli. The result: a kidney transplant from mother to daughter, as well as developmental and lifelong delays due to a HUS-assisted stroke.

“Two years ago, when Oregon parents Jill Brown and Jason Young met Brad and Tricia Salyers, the families had no idea that they would eventually be sharing in a tragedy that sickened four of the Salyers’ children and left Brown and Young’s youngest child, Kylee – 23 months old at the time – with such severe medical complications that she would need a kidney transplant from her mother.

“All of that and more happened beginning in April 2012 when the children were among 19 people – 15 of them under the age of 19 — who fell ill with E. coli O157:H7, a potentially fatal foodborne pathogen. Soon after, Oregon health officials determined that the outbreak was caused by raw milk from Foundation Farm near Wilsonville in Western Oregon — the Salyers’ family farm. Four of the sickened children were hospitalized with kidney failure.

“Foundation Farm had been providing 48 families with raw milk. Raw milk is milk that hasn’t been pasteurized to kill harmful and sometimes deadly foodborne pathogens such as E. coli, Listeria, Salmonella and Campylobacter.”

The International Outbreak Museum: “Outbreak: Foundation Farm Raw Milk” — the continuation of the previous story. Epidemiologists went to the Foundation Farm that provided the raw milk Kylee drank and found absolutely DEPLORABLE conditions. Seriously. Look at those pictures. Foundation Farm was as far away from hygenic as possible.

Cracked.com: “6 Shockingly Brutal Realities of an Organic Dairy Farm” — this is a very good personal experience article. It details what life on an organic dairy farm is like, from cows rolling around in pastures to the milk being processed. It talks about antibiotics, feeding, and the general care and upkeep of the dairy cows. Definitely worth the read.

Food Safety News: “Why I’ll Never Give Raw Milk to My Children Again” – her little boy got sick. The comments section is bonkers.

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Bottom line: pasteurize all milk served to children.

You can freely and happily risk your own life and health, but children should be protected.

Just as I would not allow a small child to bungee jump, I would not allow them to eat unsafe food. It’s common sense to follow food safety guidelines. There are some things a child’s developing immune system should not be exposed to.

Which is why raw milk should not be consumed by children, the pregnant, the immuno-comprimised, or the elderly. The supposed benefits of raw milk are not worth the real risks: E.coli, salmonella, listeria, tuberculosis.

Not when it’s so easy to heat a pan on the stove and pasteurize raw milk. A dunking of the pan in an ice bath, and voila. You can pour the milk into a bottle or jar and put it in the refrigerator.

As an added benefit, pasteurized milk takes longer to spoil. Which can save you money.

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Please research pasteurization. You won’t just learn suggested heat times and safe bottling practices. You’ll learn about history, disease culture, what things other than milk and juice are pasteurized, and how lucky we are to live in a modern world.

Plus you can see how easy it is to make your own cheeses, yogurts, and kefir.

Heroes & Villains at Amazon

“Transhuman or trans-human is the concept of an intermediary form between human and posthuman. In other words, a transhuman is a being that resembles a human in most respects but who has powers and abilities beyond those of standard humans. These abilities might include improved intelligence, awareness, strength, or durability. Transhumans sometimes appear in science-fiction as cyborgs or genetically-enhanced humans.” – Wikipedia.

I was looking up “Jupiter Ascending” to remind myself of a particular scene and was taken to the Wikipedia page. There I saw that the people out in the galaxy–the Exalted–were described as being transhuman. And it got me thinking. And writing.

NOTE: I realize that many have found fault with the movie “Jupiter Ascending”, but I don’t care. That was space opera crack at its most over-indulgent and I could happily do with another dose. Plus the fanfic it has produced … Mwah! Divine. How could I hate on source material that has inspired so many great stories to read?

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I read that the rise of post-apocalyptic fiction is a sign of dissatisfaction in the general population. By choosing the books and media they do, the younger generation is expressing cynicism and fear of the future.

From a naively hopeful view of the future where humans are zooming amongst the stars and colonizing new planets, stories have taken on a grim view of intergalactic battles and the forced extinction of the human race. And back home on Earth, instead of the vaulted spires of a utopian society, everything has turned to disaster having overfallen the world and a struggling society attempting to rebuild something amongst the ruins of our modern cities.

No longer do protagonists and antagonists banter and bumble their way through the apocalypse. Now it is a foregone conclusion that our world will end.

There is nothing to stop. Nothing to struggle against. Disaster has already happened.

To the people of those future visions, we are nothing less than rumors. Everything that we’ve built has already faded away.

And even then, with the world ruined and humanity struggling to stay alive, there is always a group of people with all of the resources and technology, lording it over like gods above the rest.

These stories present no real answers. Because in the end, the message is that there’s nothing you can do to stop the terrible future to come.

You should huddle down and close your eyes. Go quiet and small and survive. Because there’s nothing you can do to make the world a better place. It’s going to be your grandchild’s responsibility to scream defiance at the ultra-modern nobility.

Presented with such a pessimestic outlook, is it no wonder that people are beginning to feel hopeless about the future? Children are growing up with the belief that no matter what they do, it means nothing. Because the end is nigh and their story isn’t the important one. They should set aside their personal goals and focus on the creation of some grand Ubermensch.

Meanwhile, right now is when people should show their defiance. Right now is when people need to stand up, point out the injustices, and ROAR “That’s not right!”

And instead, I hear people say “I should buy some guns”, as though that’s the answer to every problem.

Don’t write petitions. Don’t chastise government officials into doing a better job.

Buy guns. Stockpile food. Be ready to flee into the wilds.

Somehow we’ve gotten the idea that everything is destined to fall apart. And the problem with “destiny” is that it cannot be changed. It can only be endured.

Destiny is a surrender to helplessness. It is someone brushing their hands off and leaving the problem solving to somebody else.

And when you feel helpless, you close your eyes and ears to the plights of people around you. Because their problems are their own and you don’t want to get involved.

But that’s all we need to do to save the environment and the human species: get involved.

Learn how to roar when it’s needed, and talk when it’s not. Research sustainability and environmental protection. Learn the reasons why people are so unhappy and what they need to succeed.

Because if we help each other, we help ourselves.

An Elderly Lady is Up to No Good at Amazon

The fact that he can take toys that came right out of the box and use them to counteract actual weaponry is a bit scary.
He’s got degrees in more fields than some people knew existed. He’d learned chemistry and tensile strength to test the toys. He’d learned engineering while interning in the R&D department as a teen.

His whole life had been wrapped up in the company his father started. It had been the biggest part of his childhood, sneaking down into the basement to watch his father invent.

And when he’d been six years old and shy, still reeling from the shock of Mother’s death, Father had given him Sissy.

“This is your sister. You’re responsible for teaching her all about life. And she’s responsible for keeping you happy and safe.” Those words had come from the throat of his father’s personal assistant. Because while Father was much to busy to say the words himself, he’d still made Sissy.

On first sight, she was glossy plastic, humanoid in only the generalist of senses.

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Fortress in the Eye of Time at Amazon

Seriously, it is very professional. Clean friendly people in tucked in polos and nice pants. A neat display of products, all properly packaged and labeled.

They’re running a store.

It’s not a mom-and-pop operation where they’re breaking out the scales and bagging their own stuff as you buy.

They order marijuana from packagers, so it’s all weighed out and trimmed. Everything is sealed up and pretty much quality guaranteed.

There’s something nice about not having to hang out in a car or visit someone’s shady house to get weed. Being able to walk into a store and pick up what you want without having to feel like a criminal… it’s nice.

Because that’s the thing. Weed is legal*.

There is nothing wrong with walking into a store and buying $10 worth of weed and a bag of Pebbles marijuana candy. As long as you’re old enough and you’re not giving it to kids, it’s not against the law.

Just be responsible with yourself and others.

Go suck on a hard candy and relax.

*In my area. Your area may be completely different. Be smart about it, obey your local laws.