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To: Tenchusatsu who wrote (390400)	6/11/2008 1:37:14 AM
From: combjelly	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 1575377

"I don't follow the whole mad cow thing much, but from what I've read, it seems the American beef industry so far has avoided tougher regulations to prevent it." I've followed it only because the whole concept of prions is fascinating. Avoiding it is actually pretty simple. Just don't use mammalian protein as a feed supplement. The problem is that there are times when that is the cheapest form of protein. And the problem with voluntary guidelines is that there really is no downside for the cheaters. But, there are other problems with using mammalian protein as a supplement. What if the cows decide they like it? I can see this happening... Little Tammy Sue and her family are having a picnic. There is the checkered cloth, the egg salad sandwiches, deviled eggs and all of the normal picnic stuff. Birds are singing in the trees, you can spot a fawn at the tree line. But, over the hill, there is a small herd of cattle. They are crouched down, eyes intent, tails twitching like cats do when they are stalking. Suddenly, they bellow a loud "moooo" at they charge our picnicners. Tails straight up, they run as fast as they can. Little Tammy Sue says "look, moo cows!" right before the cloud of dust thankfully obscures the scene of carnage. We hear brief screams, sounds of hooves stomping, and, when the dust clears we see shreds of the picnic cloth, now bloodied, some bones and a lone Raggedy Ann doll trampled into the ground. Along with the cattle herd, with bellies distended, sleeping quietly midst the carnage... There are things worse than mad cow disease. Giving them a taste of meat is probably worse.