Attention Melissa and Iain–and everyone else in Indiana–in case you were just about to order some take-out Kung Pao chicken:
WASHINGTON, April 30 (Reuters) – The U.S. government said on Monday 38 poultry farms in Indiana were given contaminated feed in early February containing melamine, with some of the chickens likely to have entered the food supply.
The U.S. Agriculture Department and the Food and Drug Administration said there was a “low-risk” to humans and no food recalls were expected at this time. They are uncertain how many chickens were involved, how many entered the food supply or where they went.
“We haven’t completed counting yet,” said USDA spokesman Keith Williams.
In a joint statement, USDA and FDA said “all of the broilers believed to have been fed contaminated product have since been processed. The breeders that were fed the contaminated product are under voluntary hold by the flock owners.”
Birds that were given the contaminated feed will not be allowed to enter the U.S. food supply. Farmers will be compensated if they destroy the birds that consume the feed.
So, to recap, the FDA are uncertain how many tainted-feed-consuming chickens were involved, and they don’t have a clue how many melamine Kievs and cyanuric acid stir-fries have already been served to unwitting Americans. They don’t even know where the tainted poultry went (which unfortunately means that Melissa, Iain, and other Hoosiers aren’t the only ones who should be concerned).
But they want America to be reassured by this: There is a “low risk” to humans and no recalls are expected at this time.
Do you know why I don’t feel comforted in the slightest? Because when the FDA says something, there’s a “low risk” of it actually being reliable.
At this time.
Crossposted at litbrit.
Suggested by Weasel: What fictional character would you like to meet and why?
This is a tough one, because so many come to mind. But the first two who came to mind are Cal Stephanides from Jeffrey Eugenides’ beautiful book Middlesex and Oly Binewski from Katherine Dunn’s brilliant Geek Love.
Part bingzillion in an ongoing series…
So much for ignoring bullies: Last Thursday night, openly gay Minnesota State University-Moorhead student Paul Marquardt was walking across campus around 11:30pm after leaving the school library when he was accosted by a group of men who began yelling anti-gay slurs at him.
Marquart … turned up his MP3 player in an attempt to ignore the men. The men then threw him to the ground, knocking him unconscious, and kicking him repeatedly. Marquardt regained consciousness several minutes later, but remembered very little of the attack. He was treated for a concussion, a separated shoulder, a broken wrist, and possible spleen damage.
According to an email from the Ten Percent Society of MSUM and North Dakota State University, a LGBT group, Paul’s doctor told him that if “Paul been smaller and less well built, the assault could have been fatal.”
Marquardt did not know any of his attackers. Police are investigating.
This shit doesn’t happen in a void.
“The tuxedo is a wedding safety device, created by women because they know that men are undependable. So in case the groom chickens out, everybody just takes one step over, and she marries the next guy.”—Jerry Seinfeld
Grain of truth in every joke:
Villagers at a wedding in eastern India decided the groom had arrived too drunk to get married, and so the bride married the groom’s more sober brother instead, police said Monday.
“The groom was drunk and had reportedly misbehaved with guests when the bride’s family and local villagers chased him away,” Madho Singh, a senior police officer told Reuters after Sunday’s marriage in a village in Bihar state’s Arwal district.
The younger brother readily agreed to take the groom’s place beside the teenage bride at her family’s invitation, witnesses said.
“The groom apologized for his behavior, but has been crying that word will spread and he will never get a bride again,” Singh said by phone.
Passed along by Mr. Shakes, who notes: “I thought it was interesting how the family decided just to ‘give her’ to the other brother. Well, we’ve spent all this money on a wedding, and invited all these people…”
It’s a good thing Mr. Shakes was able to rein it in on our
wedding go-down-to-City-Hall-and-get-hitched-then-go-for-burgers day, since he’s an only child.
HT to I CAN HAS CHEEZBURGER and my brother.
If the war mongers leading the U.S. keep shoving their fingers in their ears every time a report comes out noting how the U.S. “strategy” is adding to the worldwide terror problem, we can surely get the number of terror attacks and dead and mutilated bodies even higher for 2007.
Report says terror attacks up sharply
“Am I the only one who [is] thoroughly fascinated by the Manly-Man’s relationship to the vulva? He’s supposed to fucking love it (or at least love fucking it), and simultaneously be disgusted by it. All while asserting his dominance over its owner. So make sure you point out how much you just can’t get enough pussy, and then reiterate the fact that girlie-bits are nasty. Don’t forget to promote abstinence-only coolness with the kids by setting a good example and telling them that lady-parts are icky and sex is for fags.”—Jill at Feministe, responding to a conservative dude’s consternation with the vulva and aversion to “cunninglingus.”