A Warning message To All.
A nice bit of Findus shoulder.
Firstly this plus, as always, this piercing analysis from Richard. Let me mention for starters, (pun) the first link. It comes as little surprise, this is heavily trailed by our endearing and beloved home base of paedophiles, The BBC. Always days ahead in their propaganda support for The Left and efforts to lay absolutely anything at the door of anybody but Labour. As they are doing with the Hospital nightmare of their Lefties watch.
It is quite ironic the horse meat scandal should surface in the same week as The BBC's chagrin at missing the Richard the Third announcement! As for the Food Standards Authority, another failed Quango, slavishly bound to Brussels, as Richard touches on in the second link.
Anyhow, why on earth would anyone seek to buy processed beef products when we see how carelessly they are put on supermarket shelves. I have many times bored friends with my suspicions of global refineries all over the place. There function to receive billions of tons of waste animal material from none identified or concerned origins and render it down into unidentifiable, fat based gloup. This is then used in all processed foods. From baby products, chocolate bars, biscuits, cakes, ready made lasagne, everything.
From this huge processing industry comes the basic ingredients responsible for diseases, cancers and obesity. The purveyors of most of this muck are the supermarkets. Their success enshrined in their cosy relationships with the political as well as criminal classes. Here is one example. There are plenty of others.
Those who regard globalisation as a good thing need to look very hard at their own sanity. It's not for nothing that the rich and powerful dine at the best restaurants and buy locally sourced, often expensive meats and produce, where they can be certain of provenance and a lack of cacogenic ingredients.
Probably 80% of the population gorge on the processed muck in which the presence of Black Beauty's ancestors and the last bet they had on the Grand National is the least of the content that is less than savoury. Next time you go to a kebab shop and look puzzlingly at the various spits, you might regard the shape and pallor of the revolving meat as disturbingly Fido looking.
For many years Indian and Chinese takeaways were regarded as the leading experts in "exotic" rodent or even feline dishes. So it comes as little surprise that supermarket giants are not particularly shy at boosting profits from meats sourced from sewers and discarded pets from around the world.
I can regard myself as relatively blessed in having a wife for whom home cooking mirrors the wealthier in her attitude to food. We may consume the odd processed meats but usually we can recognise the colour, texture and quality as "kosher"! Mostly we buy our meats from local butchers, unfrozen and recognisable for what it was. Always locally reared, happy and free range. Expensive, sure. Healthy, probably, if not certainly and farmed with care.
Now such produce is of little interest to the Mafioso of the supermarket industry. No wonder they post billions in profits and can intimidate their customers with a surfeit of horses heads available to, metaphorically, put at the foot of the bed covers! Let them eat cake indeed! Eat our muck or else is more the modern mantra of the supermarket Barons. As for Findus, if they survive as a brand name, I'll eat a horse. Perhaps they'll change to another name, so let me know of any ideas for such a handle. Or perhaps they should open a pub chain called The Nag's Head?