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A Pound of Flesh

The new issue of the Moon Magazine deals with the future of agriculture and food security in the world. It includes pieces by leaders in experimental agriculture and an interview with the United Nation's special rapporteur on "The right to Food". They have also published my essay on how the United States can become a global leader in the international fight against hunger white significantly lowering health care costs if it only saw the benefits of cannibalism. If you would like to know more just copy and paste the link below.
http://moonmagazine.org/nick-johnson-modern-proposition-2014-11-02/

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