"I have a dilating spleen" as my grandfather used to say to humorously accept his sad fate...
The farmer's cancer, the one that eats away at you after having used glyphosate or another round up at some point. I remember it as if it were yesterday when he repeated to me as if to convince himself of what the salesman had just told him: "it's a systemic, it only kills the nerve cell of the plant, no risk!"
No risk, except that of seeing your organs develop abnormally, or being compressed by invading ganglions. Three farmers affected and carried away just in our small campaign area on the Verlaque district in Hyères in the Var.
Pierre Sibille
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From promises to urgency...
We expected a lot from the past government promises that were swept away by lobbying at the European level. Today, marches for life give us the opportunity to express our disagreement and the immediate need to stop all use of this poison. The bet would be of course to go back to something healthier and more natural. Organic, but not the one proposed by its industry. The one that we must go and get as close as possible to the producers and finally value their work. Jo received five hundred and some euros of pension, for having hired at 13 years in his father and he had to stop at 67 years.
This knowledge of organic or reasoned agriculture is the only real guarantor of our health. Who wants a medicated immunity when we can preserve our natural immunity? This question seems simplistic, but it is currently being fought by the drug industry which has to satisfy its shareholders, and we know what happens next. I wrote a song about it, “Dernier Round” to express my bitterness about the disavowed promise of our president.
