If we knew all that is going on and has been going on for many years it would probably scare us to death. No doubt if there is the technology to do outrageous things to plants and animals, you know somebody somewhere is doing it to humans too. There is no telling what is out there that we don't know about!
TW, I firmly believe that the GMO's that are in all our foods today are making unreliable traits in our genes go from one generation to another. Case in point. I have 3 daughters. All the husbands had traits that were passed down to the grandkids. Jenny had 2 children. Her husband, geeky, intelligent, slight OCD . Their son John has Asbergers a form of autism. Geeky, intelligent waaaay OCD. He was homeschooled for a couple of years because he couldn't stand to be around people. But he found a couple of buddies (same condition) that he relates to and started high school this year !5 yrs old. Their daughter has Downs Syndrome and I don't know if that has anything to do with Jenny eating GMO's.
Then there is Brandi. My youngest. Her ex husband was thin, wirey, and very jumpy. Their son Patrick as ADHD. The most severe case their Dr had ever seen. He's 11 now and has the mental capacity of a 5 yr old. His little brain is so wired that he can't concentrate to learn. But so incredibly lovable.
Now the difficult one. Aimee, my middle daughter that I live with, was married for 11 yrs to a surly, mean, depressed man. I was on my knees thanking God when she finally ended that. AJ is 20 now. Deep depression, bipolar, psycotic, constantly wanting to commit suicide. They have him in a bubble to keep him with us. He can't work, can't function in a social group. NEVER had friends. Many nights, I hear him run down the hall past my bedroom, running to Mama because demons were looking at him, talking to him. Medication does just enough to help a little. Can't get Medicaid because, hey, just a little depression right? Highly intelligent, he know's whats going on. And just waiting. Waiting.
This is why I began my quest to eat healthier, raise chickens, and try to undo some of the damage. My daughter told me the other day, "Mama, you moved in with us because you needed us, but , man, we needed you more." AJ is a pistol to deal with and I've finally learned how. ha