Come on! Wheat can’t be that bad! “If it’s so bad, how come my Mom lived until she was 85 in perfect health and my grandparents likewise?”
Okay, Wheat Belly Busters–those of you who have read the book and know what I’m talking about: IT AIN’T WHEAT. What we are being sold today is so far removed from the wheat of even 50 years ago that I challenge that it should even be called “wheat” any longer.
To illustrate just how far this thing has come, let’s pretend you and I are evil scientists. (Sorry, but this is kind of gross; read on at your own risk.) We want to see what happens when we mate a human subject with an orangutan. What offspring results? I’m not sure, since an infinite variety of variations are possible, but let’s call our experimental creature Homo orangatanus. Next, we cross this creature with other similar creatures over several generations. We then expose the embryos while in utero to gamma irradiation, high-dose x-ray, and mutation-inducing chemicals (“chemical mutagenesis”) to generate various mutations, such as short stature, less body hair, more aggressive behavior, more rapid growth, etc.
After several decades of such activities, what do we have? I’m not sure, but it certainly is no longer human, it’s no longer orangutan, even far removed from Homo orangatanus. It is something entirely different, unlike anything that occurs naturally. It may not even be able to survive without all manner of artificial methods to sustain its life.
This is what happened with wheat: Repeated selective hybridizations, backcrosses, and induced mutations. The result: What I call a Frankengrain, the result of extensive genetic changes, unable to survive without artificial chemical support, genetically stitched together with parts from various sources, like the hideous creature created using the pieces from cadavers and charnel houses by Dr. Victor Frankenstein.
Except this Frankengrain isn’t terrifying the countryside–we willingly invite it onto our dinner tables, package it in clever eye-catching ways, and feed it to our children.