Nutritionists

In case you didn’t know, nutritionists pride themselves on being health specialists by helping people manage their food intake with supplemental knowledge on how to make the best use of certain foods and thus escape (so they’d have us believe) future problems brought on by ageing. Don’t swallow a word of it! For decades they’ve been feeding us timely upgrades on the benefits of certain vegetables they brag are on a par with miracles! And with much hyperbole (why not?) even flushing the flesh clean of Original Sin! What these dreamers are really, though– and I don’t mind in the least telling you so – are nothing less than dishonest “health freaks”. Here’s why: (1), their “expert” knowledge reeks with hyperbolic half-truths based on vagaries concocted from clever crafted sophistries whose roots trace back to Greek antiquity and a school of thinkers whose philosophy employed a rhetoric of pure deceit – the lie – which advertizers still use and live by. Yet what they fail to tell us, though, (for fears it could, and should, ruin their careers) is this: these “health freaks” are rank promoters (peddlers, really) of mega size food growers whose vegetables are touted as sine qua non for size, quality and appearance (based on latest agricultural methods and “-cides” amply used and better known as pesticides, kept secret from consumers, and are loathe to tell the truth when testifying under oath (preferring to commit outright perjory without fear of a trial or jail by a jury!) Thus consumers contribute to their wealth by eating foods thought harmless to their health. And as a hidden bonus, just in case those pesticides do turn out less than safe, each consumer doubles as a really big assest to the grower as a ginny pig! And ignore the label that reads “Organic” chances are it’s not and just a gimmick to hike the price to fool the unwary who equate high prices with quality. Mature consumers could especially jeopardize a hoped for longevity by not scrutinizing a product’s label for a jaw breaking toxic chemical printed purposefully so $#@&* tiny you need a magnifying glass to read it easily! And, all the while, our poor consumer, hoping to increase his days in number to those of Methuselah’s longevity – if not, at least doubling his sixty to eighty. But blissfully ignorant that in his body a cancer is growing there unknowingly day by day to an extraordinary size on a diet of its favorite pesticide!