Sunday, February 19, 2006

FDA Food Secrets

A government nutrition consultant once claimed that there was more protein in the insects in some breakfast cereals than there actually is in the cereals themselves.

Although he may have said it in a joking manner, it's really nothing to laugh at if you knew the actual contents of cereals and how they are processed. So before you get too cozy about the hygienic standards of the food that you buy and eat... you should be aware of the FDA (Food and Drug Administration) allowed contaminations in foods and beverages.

The FDA establishes guides for food processors that inform them of such fine points as distinguishing a rat hair from a squirrel hair. However, there is not one food processing plant anywhere in America that has a FDA agent looking over it's shoulder 24/7.

A Texas man secretly tapped into the FDA database and discovered some shocking and very unpleasant realities about the foods and beverages we consume.

Here is just a very small sample of the realities found locked deep away within the FDA database. In other words, this is some of the filth the FDA legally allows.

  • Up to 10% of the beans in a sample of your coffee can be infested or damaged by insects.
  • Each cup of your favorite brand of orange juice is allowed to contain up to 10 fruit fly eggs, but only 2 maggots.
  • Your frozen brussels sprouts can have up to 40 aphids or thrips per 100 grams. This amounts to approximately 200 vermin in your average one-pound package.
  • Like apple butter? It can have 5 insects per 100 grams... which is approximately 25 in a 16-ounce jar, but little insects like aphids, thrips, mites and scale insects doesn't count toward the limit. In the produce market... the cleanest and best apples are sold whole, and the rotten and wormy ones are made into apple butter.
  • Your "healthy" tomato juice can contain 2 Drosophila maggots, five eggs and one maggot, or 10 maggot eggs and no maggots at all per 100 grams.
  • Prefer nutritious whole wheat to white bread? Wheat can average 9 milligrams of rodent excreta pellets and/or pellet fragments per kilogram.
  • Like curry flavored dishes? Curry powder can contain up to 100 insect fragments per 25 grams. NOTE: Most spices are loaded with insects before they reach the market, and the FDA says there isn't much that American spice importers can do about the matter. An American Spice Trade Association spokesperson insists that no live insects are permitted.
  • Your favorite brand of peanut butter can have 50 insect fragments per 100 grams (as much as 620 in your jar of crunchy peanut butter) or one rodent hair per 100 grams.

The FDA's catch-all term "foreign matter" opens up another can of worms, so to speak.

On a different note, when it comes to metal... it's generally not appreciated how much metal gets into processed food. However, there is enough for there to be a booming market for metal detectors expressly made for food production lines. NOTE: Buckshots is often found in raisins, the result of hunters traipsing around and through vineyards in their quest for wildgame.

So, if the old saying is true "you are what we eat"... then I must be a maggot!

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Sunday, September 25, 2005

She Had More Affairs Than Can Be Counted

We'll tell you her name right from the start. Her name was Pauline. You remember her? No, why not? She was the talk of the town. Well as the 19th century blossomed in Paris, so did she.

For Pauline, the style to which she had become accustomed was the very essence of joie de vivre. Her upper-crust critics in Paris society put it another way: Pauline had no morals yet about each old lover she discarded and each new lover she entangled in her web, the pre-jet set of beautiful young people delighted and gossiped, tacitly begging for news of her newest adventure.

Perhaps Pauline's activities were not all that rare for a young lady of 19th century france. But because she was a member of the royal court, her whereabouts and whatabouts were of great interest and were widely observed Her whoabouts were most shocking of all.

By the age of sixteen, Pualine had taken on the high-ecehlon military. That is, she had had affairs with most of the French Army's general staff. To the relief of the generals' wives, Pauline then concentrated her affections on one unmarried general, an upstanding officer named Victor Emmanuel Leclerc.

Pauline and Leclerc were married. What Pauline did not know was that Leclerc's new assignment as far from the tapestry and tinsel of Paris, was thousands of miles away in Haiti, the caribbean colony of Saint Domingue. It took six soldiers, including husband Leclerc, to cart the protesting Pauline aboard the ship.

Upon their arrival, however, Pauline adapted to her new surroundings as though she had never left Paris. When Leclerc took his twenty-five thousand troops out into the Haitian jungle to deal with the rebels, Pauline remained in the capital city, Port-au-Prince. Entertaining her husband's leftover soldiers, Pauline threw extravagant parties and began a ritual for which she soon became famous: daily milk baths.

Pauline rarely bathed alone, which accounted for the healthy complexions of the French officers serving in Saint Domingue. Victor Leclerc certainly got the short end of this overseas assignment. Within a short while, he contracted yellow fever and died. Shedding a brief crocodile tear, the general's widow caught the next eastbound ship.

Soon she was back in her beloved Paris, returning to the serious business of making scandal.
Years of milk bathing and scores of lovers followed. There was even another marriage-this time to an Italian prince who heaped upon Pauline a fortune in jewels and a wardrobe of 600 gowns. Predictably, her favorite gown-was transparent.

At 40, Pauline took to fretting over wrinkles; five years later, she was dead. The gossips of Paris had lost their most tantalizing subject.

For Pauline, the red-hot mam of the pre-jet jet set, the talk of nineteenth-century Paris, the young woman who took bathing beyond the realm of good clen fun - was more than just a high-born lady with a weakness for men in uniform.

For you see, she was the sister...the sister of Napoleon Bonaparte.

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Wednesday, September 14, 2005

After Winter lawn Care

After a long, cold winter, the idea of getting outside on the first warm day of spring and raking the thatch and winter debris off your lawn sounds like a fine cure for cabin fever. But hold that rake! While a bit of lawn work might be good for what ails you, working on your lawn too early after the snow melts is likely to harm your turf.

Until lawns dry out, raking is likely to tear out grass and leave open patches in your lawn's canopy where weeds will find a home. Mowing is also inadvisable so early in the spring. It is also unnecessary, as grass roots won't start growing until average daily temperatures consistently hit 40° Fahrenheit. The blades or leaves of grass won't show any growth until the average daily temperature is around 50°. Even walking on your lawn while the ground is still wet from the melted snow can do some damage simply by compacting the soil.

Grass roots, like leaves, need to breathe, and one of the good things about the bone-chilling snow-filled winters in many states is that the soil is broken up as moisture trapped in the soil freezes and thaws. This leaves cracks and crevices in the soil which help drain excess moisture, and let your lawn breathe. By walking on, raking or mowing your lawn too early in the spring, you're compacting the soil, slowing the drainage and preventing the roots of your grass from easily breathing.

If you notice grub damage from last fall, there's not a lot you can do about that in the spring either. Grub control is ineffective unless done in late summer or fall. In spring the grubs have already done the damage to your lawn, and they are fairly resistant to insecticides.

Fertilizing your lawn is best left till late spring, though if you must do it earlier, you can pick a slow-release formula with at least 25% nitrogen in water-insoluble form, or better yet, why not use a fertilizer that turns your ground into living soil. You can find more information on such a fertilizer at: But, again, you'll want to wait till your lawn has dried out for best results.

So what's a poor homeowner with cabin fever to do for his lawn on that first day of spring? The best thing to do for your lawn so early in the season is get your lawnmower tuned and the blades sharpened. Sharp mower blades will ensure you cut the grass rather than shredding it, giving your lawn a nicer appearance, and preventing outbreaks of fungus infection on torn leaves. And a clean and smoothly running mower will make lawn maintenance more enjoyable for you as well.

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Sunday, September 04, 2005

This Child's Fears Impacted All Of America

Picture little Al, barely 4 years old and with a sweet angelic face. You've seen the characterizations of adorable English children. the propriety of dress and manners, the aura of defenselessness.

That was little Al right down to the blush on his cheeks and the shine on his tiny shoes. Daddy, a prosperous London imported, called the boy his "little lamb without a spot". So much for security. Still Daddy, for a reason not yet understood, was intentionally setting up little Al for a blow he never forgot, a blow that became the News Unheralded.

One day Al was playing around the house, a pretend game of knights and dragons. Daddy was also home that day. Suddenly Daddy called to Al from upstairs. Little Al ran up to see what Daddy wanted. Daddy was holding a note in his hand, a note in a sealed envelope. Little Al knew where the police station was, didn't he? Little Al nodded. Daddy smiled. The boy was to take the note down the street to the police station, hand it to the police chief, and wait for a reply.

Sensing the importance of this message, little Al eagerly accepted the errand. In a flash he was out the door, running through the avenue as fast as his little legs would carry him. By the time he reached the police station he was out of breath, but still beaming with the pride of this new responsibility. "I'm to wait for an answer," said little Al, thrusting Daddy's message into the police captain's hand. Reading the note, the police captain grinned at first, then appeared bewildered, then grinned again. "Come with me he," he said.

Little Al followed him through a door, down a long hallway, and through another door - until he and the policeman were standing at the open entrance of a vacant, cold, somber jail cell. Before little Al knew what was happening, or why, he was inside and the iron-barred cell door was clanking shut behind him. He could hear the police captain's voice trailing away: "This is what we do to naughty boys." And all was silent.

There was no one to hear little Al's frightened cries for ten minutes or so, a seeming eternity.

Then the police captain returned, released the boy without explanation, and little Al ran.
For little Al, recalling the rest of that day is blank.

From that day on, he lived a kind of fear. An exceptionally nervous childhood devoid of friends was followed by a lonely adolescence full of trepidations and phobias. A strict Jesuit education, replete with regular corporal punishment, only expanded his vast repertoire of anxieties.

He would approach young manhood with a permanent case of the jitters, with a lump in his throat and a knot in his stomach and a sense of unwarranted suspense. he was afraid of heights. He was afraid of what might be lurking around the next corner. But most of all, for the most obvious reason, he was and would always be terrified of policemen.

Al never learned, nor has anyone ever attempted to explain, why his father did what he did -- what, if anything a little boy might have done to deserve such a fright at the age of five.

Yet, living in fear, Al would one day learn to express fear in a singular manner which would chill us all.
For those ten terror-filled minutes in a London jail inspired a redefinition of theatrical suspense by that boy. He became the motion picture director since described as the master of the involuntary scream:

Alfred Hitchcock.

Now You Know...The News Unheralded!

SOURCE: Files and archives of the late Paul Harvey

Monday, August 22, 2005

American Government Official Kept His Wife Chained In Basement

It was in a little colonial house in eastern Virginia...that Henry lived...apparently alone.

Late one evening, some friends visited Henry, and they sat in the parlor quietly talking. Soon, there was a lull in the conversation...and a noise! Faint at first, then louder. A scratching sound...beneth the floor. Everyone heard it. Henry...pretended not to. There were lighthearted remarks about ghosts and such, and after a minute or so, Henry stretched, yawned, asked to be excused so that he might retire for the night.

When his guests had gone, Henry tugged at his collar, sighing. He was alone again. And none too soon. For as Henry's friends rode off into the dark...another noise. like the first. Followed by the sound of dragging along the floor joists beneath Henry's feet. Henry stiffened, silently regarding the inconspicuous trapdoor in the hallway floor. He reached for a latern, approached the secret entrance, bent down, took hold of the smooth iron ring...and pulled the false panel away. Henry perred into the gaping blackness, lowering his latern, then himself, into the cold cellar.

As the kerosene flame cast a soft yellow light all about, there was a rustling in the corner. A figure, barely visible through the gloom, gringing in terror of the brightness, waited. Henry walked toward it. Henry lifted the latern...and the light fell directly...upon a face! A horribly animated countenance with twisted features which snarled one moment and cried the next. A blanched wild-eyed visage, filled with torment. The face...of Henry's wife.

Henry could not recall the duration of her madness, nor could he recount the endless procession of days and months he had descended the cellar stairs to feed and to care for her. All the hours of Henry's life had by now blended into one solitary hour of despair. For Henry, the anguish had not watch his wife tug against her straitjacket see his love imprisoned through no wrong of her own.

Once in a great while, like the pulsing glow of a near-cold ember, the faint reflection of a happiness long past shone in the beleagured woman's face.And then, like a flash of black lightning, the horror would return.

These were the visions that stalked Henry from the depths of that secret place...the walking dreams he took to bed with him at night, and at morning into the warm sun. Was this on his mind? Did those visions haunt him, as he addressed the assembly at St. John's Church the next day, march 23, 1775? These were his words:

"Shall we try argument?...Shall we resort to entreaty?...What terms shall we find which have not been already exhausted?...We have petitioned, we have remonstrated, we have supplicated...We have been spurned with contempt...There is no longer any room for hope...Is life so dear or peace so sweet as to be purchased at the price of chains?...Forbid it, Almighty God!...I know not what course others may take, but as for me, give me liberty or give me death!"

Patrick Henry.

Now You Know...The News Unheralded!

SOURCE: Files and archives of the late Paul Harvey

Thursday, August 11, 2005

First Social Security Check Makes Man Multi-Millionaire

He is lying there in the grass, hiding and thinking. He has studied the little girl's habits. He knew she would come outside her grandfather's house at noon to play. He hated himself for this. In his whole miserable, messed up life he'd never considered anything so callous as kidnapping. Yet there he was, lying in the grass, hidden by the trees from the house, waiting for an innocent, redhaired, two-year-old girl to come within his reach. It was a long wait; but it was also time to think. maybe all his life Harlan had been in too much of a hurry.

He was five when his Hoosier farmer daddy had died. At 14 he dropped out of school and hit the road. he tried odd jobs as a farm hand, hated it. Tried being a streetcar conductor and hated that. At 16 he lied about his age and joined the Army--and hated that, too. When his one-year enlistment was up he headed for Alabama, tried blacksmithing and failed.

He became a railroad locomotive fireman with the Southern Railroad. he liked that. Figured maybe he'd found himself. At 18 he got married, and within months, wouldn't you know she announced she was pregnant the day he announced he'd been fired again?

The one day, while he was out job hunting, his young wife gave away all their possessions and went home to her parents. And then came the depression. Harlan couldn't win for losing, as they say. And he really tried.

Once, while working at a succession of railroad jobs, he tried studying law by correspondence. but he dropped out of that, too. he tried selling insurance, selling tires. He tried running a ferryboat, running a filling station. No use.

Face it--Harlan was a loser. And now here he was hiding in the weeds outside Roanoke, Virginia, plotting a kidnapping. As I said, he'd watched the little girl's habits, knew about her afternoon playtime. But, this one day, she did not come out to play, so his chain of failures remained unbroken.

Late in life he became chief cook and bottle washer at a little restuarant in Corbin. And did alright until the new highway bypassed the restaurant. And then his expected life span ran out.

He's not the first man nor will he be the last to arrive at the twilight of life with nothing to show for it. The bluebird of happiness, or lady luck, had always remained just out of his reach.
he'd stayed honest -- except for that one time when he had attempted kidnapping. In all fairness to his name it must be noted that it was his own daughter he'd meant to kidnap from his runaway wife. And they both returned to him, the next day, anyway.

But now the years had slid by and a lifetime was gone and they still had nothing. He didn't really feel old til that day the postman brought him his first Social Security check. That day, something within Harlan resented, resisted, and exploded. The Government was feeling sorry for him. You had all those hitless times at bat, the Government was saying, you've had it. It's time to give up and retire.

His restaurant customers in Corbin said they'd miss him, but his Government said 65 candles on the birthday cake is enough. They sent him a pension check and told him he was too "old."

He said, "nuts". And he got so angry he took that $105 check and started a new business. Today that business is still prospering, and so was he, at the age of 86.

For the man that failed at everything save one thing...the man who might have been a law breaking kidnapper had he not failed at that...the man who never got started until it was time to stop...was Harlan Saunders. Colonel Harland Saunders. The new business he started with his first Social Security check...was Kentucky Fried Chicken.

Now You Know...The News Unheralded!

SOURCE: Files and archives of the late Paul Harvey


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Tuesday, July 26, 2005

Emergency Cash Generator #9: "The eBay Arbitrage"

You may have heard of the word arbitrage in relation to the securities or currency markets.

According to an arbitrage is "The purchase of securities on one market for
immediate resale on another market in order to profit from a price discrepancy."

But there are Arbitrage opportunities in other markets as well.

In fact any situation where there is a difference in the price of something in two different markets presents an Arbitrage Opportunity.

The arbitrageur simply buys at the lower price and sells at the higher price thus insuring a profit.

That is the type of situation that you can exploit with eBay if you know what to look for. If you think about eBay in its simplest form it is really just a collection of thousands of different

Each of these markets contains people who are interested in the supply and/or demand of a
certain type of product. So essentially you have people who are either supplying the product
(i.e.: sellers) or people who are demanding the product (i.e.: buyers). And they pretty much stay within their own little world (i.e.: market) as far as a particular product is concerned.

Sure, you may have buyers and sellers who are interested in many different markets but as it pertains to a particular product they all tend to congregate in the same place.

For example, if I am a collector of old advertising signs I will probably either browse in the eBay
Category: "Collectables Advertising" or I will search for keywords such as "advertising signs"
"tin signs", or specific brand names of old signs.

Likewise, if I am a seller of an advertising sign I will probably list my sign in the "Collectables Advertising" category and describe it in the terms that a sign collector might use to search.

But as a seller, think about who would want your advertising sign. Collectors? Sure, but what
about people who have a recreation or billiard room? Possibly. And people who are more
interested in the subject matter of the sign then the collectible nature of it? Absolutely!

For example, right now on eBay there are several people listing old tin advertising signs --the
kind of signs you used to see on barns. Only these signs are replicas so their value to collectors is very little or none. And that is apparent as you look though page after page of listings with 0

But occasionally you will see one with 7 or 10 or 14 bids and a final winning bid of 20, 30 or even 40 dollars. The signs are exactly the same. What gives?

The successful seller has repositioned the signs to appeal to a completely different market by
listing them under a different category and describing them with different keywords. Keywords
that appeal to people who are more interested in the subject matter the sign promotes rather then the collectable nature of the sign.

For instance, one of the signs is a picture of the 3 Stooges playing golf. The successful seller
listed it under Golf Balls and used words in the description that golfers would use when
searching for golf merchandise. This sign had 14 bids and sold for $20.50 but it was the exact
23 same sign that was going for .99 cents to $9.99 elsewhere on eBay. In fact most of the other
auctions ended without a single bid.

This same seller also successfully sold a sign that promoted Heddon Fishing Lures in the Vintage Fishing Lures category. (8 bids and $20.50 final bid price) The seller reasoned that people who
are interested in Vintage Fishing Lures would probably be interested in a sign that featured a
particular brand of fishing lure --and he was right!

But the key is anyone could have bought the same signs from other sellers on eBay for much
less, repositioned them under a different category and with different keywords, and turned
around and sold them for a profit!

There are countless other opportunities like this on eBay. All it takes is a bit of research and
some imagination.

Other things you can do is look for auctions that have misspelled items in the description, items
with no gallery photo, items that are not described using the correct keywords, items that are
listed in the wrong category and auctions that end in the middle of the night.

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