I want to take you all back a few hundred thousand years when the land was totally devoid of any McDonald's and not a sign of a Starbucks was anywhere to be seen. That left the only food to fill your belly was by hunting and gathering. With stealth you get within arrow range of your target but your arrow sails wide of the mark and in the blink of an eye your pray runs away. Your family has had little luck this day gathering berries, acorns and anything else that will make a meal. It's dark now. Time to build a fire for its quite possible that you are now the pray. This night, dinner will consist of a drink of water. There's an old saying that a person can live for 3 minutes without Oxygen, 3 days without water and 3 weeks without food (hope you've got a good covering of fat). What this tells me is that eating was a very irregular event. We call it fasting today and 3 squares a day for most of us has only been around a couple of hundred years. I'm tired of being Hood Winked by the breakfast food consortium. This band of charlatans that in their quest to raise the Bottom Line for the likes of Kellogg's, General Mills, Post and all the rest that have taken every last ounce of nutritional value out of breakfast in search of profit using what most youngsters can't resist, SUGAR AND CARBOHYDRATES to addict them. That's what I think and if you follow their instructions carefully, Mom and Dad, you will have given your kids a good start down the obese trail. This trail has all sorts of wonderful life altering consequences to encounter along the way. A good place to start is with diabetes, then lots of trips to the dentist! Playing outside loses out to Video Games and the T.V. set and some how a little self confidence disappears I know not where. But what's a mother to do? Well, we might start by asking ourselves how important is breakfast anyway? We know what the answer will be if we pose the question to the Cereal Mafia. They will trot out a legion of nutritionist all with Doctor preceding their name. Then the public relations people will gallop out to make sure the White Wash is applied correctly so that we can all go home reassured that the best thing that a person can do for his body is to have a bowl full of Snap, Crackle and Pop. I was raised in the era when if you wanted to be a Cowboy you had to smoke cigarettes and a real cowboy would roll his own much like the Pot Smokers of today. And if you liked to listen to music on the radio (before T.V.) you could tune in and listen to the Lucky Strike Hit Parade and any baseball player, to be worth his Salt, had too inhale a pack or two of Camel's a day. Well most of us all know what an insidious disaster that was on the health of “We The” People. What's amazing is how many hundreds of years the Tobacco Cartel was able to keep us all puffing on those coffin nails. That is tell the cost of participating in that deadly game could no longer be squelched by the Tobacco Kingdom. So today I can now travel this land of ours without getting smoke in my eyes. I'm hoping that lightening might strike twice and why not. It has happened to cigarettes, they have gone the way of Humpty Dumpty who had a great fall. So why not Cheerios, Fruit Loops and Sugar Frosted Flakes. Come on Mom, Dad will back you up. So go ahead and buy the kids an apple or an orange. Then take all the junk food and put it in the garbage and when the little Munchkins reach in the cupboard for that box full of “Fat For Sure” they instead will find and an apple. Then lightening could strike twice.

See Ya,

Jack