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Letter from langdon: Big ag’s force feed

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Photo by the Los Angeles Times Hens on a poultry farm in California.
Photo by the Los Angeles Times Hens on a poultry farm in California.

American consumers want better labeling, safer food and choice. Big Ag refuses. Could Americans take their business elsewhere? Ask the American auto industry.

By Richard Oswald

Photo by the Los Angeles Times Hens on a poultry farm in California.

From the beginning of time a single unanswered question has plagued the minds of men who wanted to know just one thing;

Why did the chicken cross the road?

Thanks to Missouri politics we now know the answer. It was trying to get to California.

In 2008 California voters passed the Prevention of Farm Animal Cruelty Act (Proposition 2) with a resounding 63% majority. Prop 2 dealt with allowing certain farm animals freedom to stand up and move around in confinement. At issue were crates for veal calves and gestating sows, and battery cages for laying hens.

When passed in 2008, the law was set to take effect in five years. That’s now.

That’s why Missouri State Attorney General Chris Koster joined up with AGs in five other egg-producing states to contest the new law by suing California for violating interstate commerce rules.

Everybody knows California has the largest gross domestic product of all the states, larger even than all but 10 countries in the entire world. It’s also about seven times larger than Missouri’s economy.  Consuming about $4 billion in eggs every year makes California an important market. But west coast egg producers worried they would be at a competitive disadvantage if egg farms in other states didn’t obey California law.

They didn’t need to worry.

A federal judge has ruled that Koster and the other state attorneys were acting on behalf of a very narrow segment of special interests in the egg industry, instead of acting in the best interests of their states citizens as rule of law requires.

So the judge threw out their complaint.

This is becoming an increasingly common scenario, where agriculture’s rigid corporate culture in America is being placed at odds with consumer beliefs and preferences. In response to cultural shifts both on the part of consumers and corporate food, many farm groups have become almost militant in rejecting consumer choice for the ways their food is produced.

Photo by Robert Couse-Baker

Mainline agriculture lumps animal welfare groups like the Humane Society of the United States (HSUS) together with animal rights groups like People for the Ethical Treatment of Animals (PETA), saying they’re all the same. They claim that animal agriculture must be free to operate as it wishes in order to protect farm profits, and keep food prices low.

To them there is no difference between animal welfare (HSUS) and animal rights (PETA).

Livestock hasn’t always been raised the way much of it is now. Missing from the debate is the fact that as livestock production in America has become more concentrated and fallen under the control of fewer, larger corporations; many new practices have been adopted that do not take animal comfort into consideration. Most of those have developed over the last 30 years, so that much of today’s pork and poultry production doesn’t come close to resembling agriculture as it was throughout most of the 20th century.

That fact opens a door for groups like HSUS, who work to acquaint consumers with changes of more concentrated animal agriculture – like those addressed by California’s anti-animal-cruelty measure.

Claims by Big Ag’s defenders that HSUS is seeking an end to meat consumption didn’t convince West Coast voters who really just didn’t like what they saw.

There is a growing awareness on the part of consumers and the larger medical community of the use of antibiotics in livestock production. Some of that is the result of crowded animals whose freshly emptied pens and crates are quickly sterilized and reused, sometimes many times each year.

With worldwide human populations growing, epidemics are more on the minds of people concerned about antibiotic-resistant bacteria and super diseases.

Maybe confined animals struck an uncomfortable note of closeness to population-wary Californians?

So far the reaction by many, like some farmers in Missouri, has been to deny concerns, insisting that the business of food is theirs to run as they see fit.

But at least one large poultry producer in America, Perdue, has begun withdrawal of antibiotics from its hatching operations by adopting new, better sanitation practices and a progressive attitude toward chicken production.

That attitude is what’s missing in parts of farm country where food choice has become confused with political choice.  And it’s not just about animal welfare. Distrustful consumers who want more food safety through organic production and labeling of genetically modified foods are looked upon with similar dismay by mainline agriculture whose “my-way-or-the-highway” attitude toward production practices is anything but consumer friendly.

U.S. farmers have a mindset that they feed the world. That mistaken notion came about in the 70s and 80s as America sought market-boosting exports for its surplus grains and meat. At only a fraction of overall supplies, those valued markets managed to help boost farm prices by eating up the leftovers.

Sales to foreign countries have almost always been a tiny fraction of what we use here at home. But as our government continues to seek trade pacts around the world, the market we pay least attention to, our own, is being placed at risk as states like Missouri embrace more and bigger industrial agriculture.

America’s consumers are among the most affluent in the world. That fact isn’t lost on other farmers around the world who willingly produce and label the products our own citizens prefer, even as many American farmers question their value.

Don’t take my word for it. Ask an American car manufacturer and he’ll tell you when consumers aren’t given adequate choice, they retaliate by taking their business elsewhere. Consumer satisfaction with American automobile brands keeps going lower.

That’s why only about 38% of cars in America are American brands.

Should food be any different?

Richard Oswald, a fifth generation farmer, lives in Langdon, Missouri, and is president of the Missouri Farmers Union.

St. Joseph of Ost Parent Education class

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St. Joseph of Ost will hold their first Parent Education class is this Thursday at 7:00 p.m.

At least one parent is required to attend.   Babysitting for the evening will be provided. Students in grades 6-8 are asked to assist with babysitting unless they are caring for siblings at home.

Mount Hope Federated Church-A Community Bible Fellowship Activity Schedule

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Wednesday-

6:30-8:00 p.m. Good News Club (K-5th grade)
7:00 p.m. Men’s Bible Study (Pastor’s Office)
(Women of Faith will not meet during the fall Good News session.)

Thursday-
7:00 p.m. Elder’s Meeting (Pastor’s Office)

Sunday-
9:30 a.m. Sunday School classes for all ages
10:40 a.m. Worship Service (nursery available for age 4 & below)
5:30 p.m. Choir Practice (Church sanctuary)
6:30 p.m. Share snacks (Fellowship Hall)
7:00 p.m. Kansans for Life presentation on pro-life issues and sidewalk counseling (Fellowship Hall; youth and adults)

I remember: The Voter’s Privilege

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By Doris Schroeder

There was a time, not too many years ago, when voting was considered a special privilege. Even then, however, there were those who lamented the fact that “my vote doesn’t really count anyways!” and many did not make use of this wonderful way of voting for the right candidate.

In the beginning of our country, however, it was of utmost importance because that was the only way we could keep our land the way it was originally put which of course was “under God,” respecting him and the rules  of our land. These laws had to do with relating to Him, our parents, those in authority (who were also under God) no murderers, dishonesty,  and a general regard for those around us. As an ordinary rule, we appreciated these privileges.

Both of my grandparents who had come from other countries, went according to these laws. Even though they couldn’t understand English very well, they realized the importance of voting when the time came and they were sure to cast their ballots when election time drew near.

That continued to make a difference in the laws of the land and the U. S. prospered. Our country, although not perfect,  grew and was well-respected and feared throughout the world. They looked to us knowing because we worshipped the God of Creation, we were powerful, not in our own right but in the strength of Him.

Sometimes other countries who did not worship our God, sought to fight us and take away our freedoms but our leaders sent out soldiers who fought valiantly for our rights and succeeded.

I can remember when we lived in California for a year and a half and the Japanese sought to take us over in Pearl Harbor. I was only seven years old that fateful December 7 in 1941. On my way home from Sunday School, I remembered the announcement by President Roosevelt I had heard on the radio that morning that “We are at war!”

“What does that really mean?” I wondered. In the days to come, I heard the planes practice from the Bakersfield Airport. and it frightened me. They would practice their diving and it made me uneasy. Since I always liked to sing I would sing “You are my Sunshine” as loud as I could. trying to drown out the drone of war from my mind. As I think about it now, I wonder if the neighbors ever complained about my loud singing!

Within a few months we heard about another country, Germany, who under the rule of Adolph Hitler, also wanted to take down America. Again I can vividly remember walking down the sidewalk of McFarland, California, and thinking

“We are living in memorable times, fighting a country with people like Hitler!”

When the voting time came around in November I do remember my parents made a special effort to cast their ballots.

We moved back to Kansas later and I really appreciated the freedom our country had. I attended the one room country school. Every day we did the pledge of allegiance to the flag and our teacher would pray for God to bless our day. None of us had a lot of material wealth but we lived in a country where we were free to seek opportunity and we could make a living “by the sweat of our brow!”

Our country was safe. Hoboes would even come to the farm and ask for food in exchange for a little work and we all felt safe. We did not even have locks on our farmhouse door and we didn’t worry.

As I grew up and married the love of my life, I enjoyed the time in November when we could cast our ballots in our country and we did vote, although it didn’t seem as drastically necessary as it does today.

The time has come, however, when it is not only our civic duty to vote but our country’s life as we have known it, is at stake. Our vote does count! It is not only our God-given right but it is also our duty and our job as American citizens to cast our ballots for those who believe in keeping our country free and under God.

Voting is our privilege and is absolutely necessary. We can and must make our voices heard by making use of this instrument. I will see you at the polls!

Doris welcomes your comments and can be reached at [email protected]

Roger’s view from the hills: Suprise

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“TO SUCCEED IN LIFE, YOU NEED
TWO THINGS:  IGNORANCE
AND CONFIDENCE.”
                                                   Mark Twain

     There are many ways to define success and each has his own and everyone else has theirs about yours.  If monetary measure is a standard then I failed that miserably.  But there are many other ways that are more important.  I have done a lot in my life trying to do what I love.  Most times that is the worst paying but with a lot of satisfaction.
      Of the many things that I have an interest in, some would say passion, the presence of music is as strong as anything.  Those who know me only by my opinion columns would have picked up a little about how I feel about music and the people in it.
      Many know me as being a vocalist in Western Music and a poet.  Now my music is a wider field than just Western and we have been trying to define what that is anyway for years.  Now the term Roots or Americana is probably defining things a little better.
      At a point in my life my best friends started to die and the majority have been to cancer.  The way I dealt with the loss was to dust off an old talent from high school that no one knew about, poetry.  Applying my life experiences it became cowboy and country poetry.  The things I feel strongly about like horses, cows, tractors, farming, ranching, being outdoors and being rural.  Being independent and making my own mind up about issues and not follow some party line.
      Being aware of how many times I was swerved away from things that would have turned out bad.  Enough close calls to know that when my time is done I will meet a crippled up guardian angel that took a lot of the hits for me.
      I also know that to ease the grieving from so many friends lost a new group would come from out of no where to give me hope and purpose.  I was transitioning from poetry to music, my love from high school and a little college, and joined up with a group that took me in just as I am.
     Western Music, which is a combination of old classic cowboy tunes, classic Country & Western, Folk, Celtic, Spiritual, movies, Tin Pan Alley, Bluegrass, Hillbilly, Ethnic, Western Swing, and Rock, was booted out of Nashville and mainstream music.  Yet it exists today and is represented by the Western Music Association.
      I found a group of talented and diverse people with a streak of decency that was left behind by mainstream music long ago.  I am still amazed that this group lets me hang around with them.  I have tried to promote the music, artist, and fan whenever I could.  And still intend to even though I am slowed down temporarily.
      I was at our Kansas Chapter meeting at the Flying W Ranch in the Flint Hills last Sunday.  I am the Chapter Vice President and we had a good gathering of our members.  On the agenda there was listed a ‘special presentation’, which I had not any idea what it would be even though I have input into the agenda.
     When the time came there was a certificate of appreciation and a Life Membership to the WMA and I was looking around to see who had won it.  This is not something that happens often, many of our members work their tails of for the group.  The nice things they were saying I knew fit a lot of people in the room and then they called my name.
      For the first time in recent history I was speechless.  I did not see it coming.  When you love what you are doing, and the people in it, it just does not occur that anything special has happened.
     They like my ideas, wait until they hear about the show at the Ryman.
Thanks to all!