They attacked lard. We got Crisco, cottonseed oil hardened with hydrogen, made from what the cotton gin threw away. They attacked butter. We got margarine, out of the same vats as the soap, with the vitamins added back by law so it would pass for food. They attacked dripping. We got chips fried in oil that breaks down into aldehydes, the compounds a laboratory buys to damage a cell on purpose. They attacked whole milk. We got the skimmed, with the vitamins poured off in the cream and sold back to us separately. They attacked the egg yolk. We got egg whites in a carton, with the choline, the vitamin D and every fat-soluble nutrient left in the bin. They attacked sugar. We got aspartame, which keeps the craving running on an empty stomach and now carries a possible cancer grade from the WHO. They attacked breast milk. We got formula built on vegetable oil, mixed with whatever water the mother had, and a generation of babies in the poorest countries died of it. They attacked the stockpot. We got a cube of salt and palm fat with no bone, no marrow and no gelatine in it. They attacked wool. We got polyester, which is oil, which keeps the sweat in, and which melted into the skin of sailors on HMS Sheffield. They attacked leather. We got polyurethane shoes that crack in one winter and sit in landfill for 500. Now they are attacking beef. We are getting pea protein with eighteen ingredients, a cartoon cow on the box, and a third of the iron. The original came from a field and a kitchen. The replacement came from a refinery and a patent. Not one of the originals has ever been improved on. Every one of them has been replaced.