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A Mashed Defeat

Hammond Indiana's "A "Christmas Story: Mama's Little Piggy Mashed Potato Eating Contest"

James Peters was the first to finish the very first plate of mashed potatoes, but lost the event regardless


Hammond, Indiana’s – A Christmas Story’s “Mama’s little piggy” Mashed Potato Eating Contest


To eat more plates of mashed potatoes than the other participants in the time allotted (2mins)


To never have entered in an eating contest I knew little in how to prepare for one. So, after I registered online to participate in Hammond, Indiana’s – A Christmas Story’s “Mama’s little piggy” Mashed Potato Eating Contest I went and did a little research.

I first went to YouTube and typed in the search engine “eating contests” and came across this guy named Kobayashi. He has been a popular champion, a crowd favorite and has won many contests. I watched his method – I didn’t learn a thing. All he pretty much did was jump and down. He dunk his hot-dog (in a bun) in tall glasses of water – which seemed to be everywhere on the table and just to his left.

In this contest, however, you are not allowed to use your hands while eating the mashed potatoes. The only time you could use your hands was when you took a drink from your ONE bottle water that was placed in front of you.

I continued on YouTube and still found no help. I watched a guy attempt to eat 100 nuggets of chicken from a popular fast food restaurant in less than 20 minutes. He didn’t make it; in fact he gave up just short of fifty with time still on the clock. He did eventually eat his fiftieth nugget of chicken before the 20 minutes were up, but like I said, he already announced that he was finished – isn’t that considered his “final answer”?

Next, I went and asked all my fat friends. Everybody had their own idea and method when it came to shoving food down their throats. The only advice I later found very useful was “to lay off the water”. Getting the bottle of water opened and drinking it while the contest was soon going to be my downfall, as I will explain.

The Week before the Contest

I decided that I needed to stretch out my stomach. I drank as much fluids as I could (mainly water) and visited two all-you-can-eat restaurants. I went to one of the restaurants a day before the contest. I stayed away from mashed potatoes just so I wouldn’t make myself sick by the mere sight of them. Instead, on both visits I loaded up on vegetables covered with melted cheese and meatballs covered with brown gravy. I was even able to put down three slices of cheese cake and a bowl of ice cream. That’s all the preparedness I needed and I felt confident.

The Day of the Contest

I woke up fresh the morning of the contest at around 7:30 and thought that I would go to the contest hungry. The contest said it started at 10:30 A.M. but because of the huge turnout, my event didn’t take place until close to noon. By the time my event took place I was starving. I felt as if I was dangerous, especially behind a full plate of mashed potatoes. There’s no way I was going to lose this event.

I watched the other events, which were children. Their objective was to be the first one to finish their plate of mashed potatoes before anyone else, but in the adult event, the participants had 2 minutes to finish as many plates of mashed potatoes as they can. I watched as these kids slammed their face into their plate, some eating like they were on a mission while others looked as if they had second thoughts.

“I can do this,” I thought to myself. As I walked out of the contest area to get a small drink of water, I decided to walk and look around and see what my competition looks like. That’s when I saw him – The Russet Rampage. I thought to myself again, “Are you serious?”

This guy stood at around 6’ 2” and weighed an easy 250lbs. He had written on the back of his t-shirt “Russet Rampage” and on the front he wrote something to the fact that he destroyed potatoes, as if he did this sort of thing all the time. The more I looked at him the crazier he looked to me. I was beginning to feel intimidated.

I continued my scouting for other possible participants. I kept seeing The Russet Rampage; I think he was carrying around a lunch.

Who carries a lunch to an eating contest? Things weren’t looking good.

I couldn’t focus, especially now that The Russet Rampage kept getting in my view. That’s when my friend Rob walked up to me and said, “Did you hear? The guy who won last year’s contest is supposed to be here. They call him “The Arch Bishop” because he won by a lot.” Great, now there are two guys here with nicknames.  What’s my nickname going to be when I walk out of here, “The Flabulous Flop”? Definitely, things were NOT looking good.

Five Minutes before Showtime

The last child’s event was finished; it’s time for the adult division. I wore my brown t-shirt that I got from a tavern that a couple of friends of mine own. It has the Hammond Water Tower printed on the front where the tower reads “Think Hammond”. I wore it for good luck and I thought it would be a nice touch so that after I win and the Hammond Times takes a picture of me wearing a t-shirt that shows support to my city; and advertising my friend’s tavern at the same time. I was thinking that these were hero actions. I wondered to myself if I thought I made a mistake. There were a lot of people here. There are people who came to see me stuff myself to the gills with mashed potatoes and are expecting me to win. I can’t let them down. Where’s The Archbishop? Where’s The Russet Rampage? They’ll disqualify me if I throw up. That’s in the rules.

I saw The Russet Rampage; he was sitting in the stands waiting for his name to be called like myself. I went ahead and sat in the front row. I was waiting for my name to be called. I planned on running up there like a professional wrestler and try to look like I meant serious business.

The first participants name was called, then another, then another, then another…it seemed to take forever, but then I heard it, “James Peters!” It was followed by a thunderous applause. You would have thought from the sounds of the cheer that there was a concert of people applauding, but my fan club only consisted of about ten people.

I noticed Rampage still sitting in his auditorium seat when I got up to walk on stage. His large arms were crossed and he sat very still. The glasses he wore looked thick and bulletproof, and its strong black frames made it looked as if it were from the late 1950’s. He sat between the two people who he came with. They were both also heavy set and had their arms cross. All three of them had the same stone cold stare. I think they were looking at me, I don’t know for sure because I was afraid to make eye contact with any of them longer than half a second.

I walked behind the table they had set up for the competition. The tables were covered with white tablecloths and bottles of water placed every two and a half feet. I noticed that the participants who were called before me sat at the ends; I went and sat right in the middle. While the popular morning AM radio host announced the names of the rest of the participants I looked around the auditorium for this person they call The Archbishop, but then Rampage’s real name was called.

He stood up with a little difficultly because the seat he was sitting in was a bit too small for him. Everybody turned and watched this enormous potato destroyer walk onto the stage. He stopped when he got to the top of the stairs, turned around and faced the audience and raised his arms as if he already won. The popular AM radio host noticed the writing on his t-shirt and asked what it said.

“They call me The Russet Rampage,” he slowly turned and showed the host what he had written on the back, “and I destroy potatoes!”

There was an awkward moment of silence.

After Rampage found a seat and sat down, the host continued on with roll call. He announced the name of an old friend I’ve known for the past 25+ years. She was the first girl I ever took to an organized social function. There were few seats left so she sat down directly to my left. The both of us found it funny that we ended up sitting next to each other.

Now I can’t remember what The Archbishop’s real name was, but he was called next. Everybody looked around for him but nobody stood up. His name was called one more time; still, nobody stood up.

Could it be? Is he a no-show?

He was given one last chance to announce his presence; no one. I thought that would be one less person to worry about. Then the host noticed that the table began to get a little crowded and decided to break it into two separate events; one right after the other. I decided to stay for the first event, but Rampage decided to participate in the second event. I couldn’t believe it. I had this competition in the bag – or so I thought.

“Mama’s little piggy” title goes to Crown Point, Indiana


I started strong, in fact I was the first person to finish their first plate of potatoes and I was on a roll. Participants were able to use their hands to lift their plate to their face, but that was it. I finished my second plate with little problems. It seems I was getting mashed potatoes up my nose; all over my face, and it was making it difficult to breathe while trying to chomp down very quickly with a mouth full of mashed taters!

I felt there was a slight delay in retrieving my third helping (a complaint I kept to myself until just now). When I went to crack open my bottled water, the plate of mashed potatoes arrived, put the bottle back down and I happened to glance at the guy two seats away from me (next to my friend). He was already on his third plate. I began to panic. I took in a mouthful and tried to swallow, it wouldn’t go down. I tried again – nothing. Then all of a sudden, I felt as if I was going to throw up. I tried taking in air; I couldn’t! I reached for my bottled water and thought to myself that I was about to pass out from lack of oxygen. I finally cracked the bottle open and started chugging – and chugging.

This is where a few people and I agree that that’s where I went wrong. I drank half that bottle, but I felt I had to, to clear my air passage. Time was running out, and he was on his fourth. I was halfway done with my third. I fell way behind. I took a quick look around and seen I was in an easy second. When I got my fifth helping, he was still eating his fifth plate. This told me that I was catching up.

Then, all at once, he got his sixth plate. I was halfway through my fifth, I picked up speed, I had a groove, but then…it was over.

I lost.

The guy who won was from Crown Point, Indiana. I felt as if I let the city of Hammond down by letting a resident from Crown Point, Indiana (of all places) take the title away from the city who created it. I made it a point to be one of the last participants to leave the table. I didn’t even watch Rampage compete in the second event, what’s the point?

Reflecting back

Maybe I took things a bit more serious than I should, but I didn’t come to lose. I have a tendency to take things I find important (at the time) very seriously and if I’m going to slam my face into plates of mashed potatoes repeatedly; eating as many plates as I can, you can be sure I’m going to take it seriously.

And I’m taking it seriously next time too.

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Undercooked BLT

Make sure the bacon is thoroughly cooked in your BLT sandwich before you tear into it.



Violent Diarrhea
By James Peters

Violent diarrhea, commonly known as severe diarrhea, affects millions of us every day, but what causes it and why does it affect women more than men?

As disgusting as it sounds I find this true term amusing, another term that I find rather distasteful, but humorous, is “explosive diarrhea”, but that term is seldom used also.

Diarrhea is nothing more than loose, liquefied stool that frequently needs to be released. When the diarrhea becomes too frequent and bothersome, the term “severe diarrhea” is what’s commonly used today. Diarrhea isn’t that serious in the west, but it can lead to other serious conditions. If not treated properly it can lead to dehydration.

Diarrhea is usually the first sign of a common virus called “gastroenteritis”. It’s mostly caught from a foodborne illness that irritates the small intestine and the gastrointestinal track, but a viral gastroenteritis (also known as the stomach flu) can also cause violent diarrhea, I mean, severe diarrhea.

There are also some that cannot digest milk and other milk products. These people are known as lactose intolerant. This means they have a shortage of the enzyme lactase that breaks down the sugars in milk. When the sugar does not absorb as it should, water is drawn to your intestine and it starts to ferment due to the bacteria in your colon. It also causes gas, bloating, nausea and sometimes abdominal pain. Avoiding some milk products can greatly reduce the chance of getting any of these symptoms. However, if a person is lactose intolerant and would like to indulge, there are medications that can help the body with absorbing the sugars. With the correct calcium body supplements with exercise and a proper diet, one could possibly take the minimum dosage of medication (or none at all) and still be under control.
Cholera is another illness that is typically mild but can turn quite severe, especially if not taken care of right away. The most common way an individual can catch cholera is by consuming contaminated food and/or water. The toxin that is released into the body causes a lot of water to be filled with chloride ions in the intestine. This can cause violent diarrhea, explosive diarrhea, severe diarrhea, whatever you want to call it, but if not treated it can cause a person to dehydrate to the point of death. You can literally poop yourself to death.

Women mostly get diarrhea along with a common condition called irritable bowel syndrome (also known as IBS) along with cramps, bloating and sometimes constipation. This is considered a disorder rather than an illness and is thought to be brought on by emotional stress and that diet and exercise may help ease this bothersome, inconvenient, uncomfortable condition.

So, just because you can’t seem to stay off the toilet, there’s nothing to fear, unless it’s been going on longer than three days, then I suggest you go see a doctor.

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A Coincidence
   For the past two and a half years I have been walking the grounds of Oak Hill Cemetery in Hammond, Indiana, researching its history through the internet and public records.
I’ve found nothing new on the subject of Oak Hill Cemetery; nothing worth digging deeper into.

Since my interest in the historic cemetery, Oak Hill Cemetery has seen its share of misfortunes. From trash blowing around the headstones, to fallen limbs atop huge memorial grave markers; it seems nobody is maintaining the grounds. Everything started falling apart for Oak Hill Cemetery’s owner and grounds crew when there was a complaint that there was a pile of headstones and grave markers in the corner of the graveyard right next to a trash bin towards the end of the 20th century.
Just recently, a skull was discovered but the Hammond police report that there was no foul play involved and that they presume it was most likely caused by the former grounds crew when they accidentally  unearthed and broke through a casket and exposing its contents. This was most likely caused by an inexperienced grounds crew while removing headstones and other grave markers for some mysterious reason. That incident and why it occurred is still under investigation.

The east end of the cemetery runs along Blaine Avenue which is separated from Oak Hill Cemetery by a set of railroad tracks that are no longer in use. Blaine Avenue runs north/south and the cemetery is on the east side of the street. On the west side of Blaine Avenue are homes that face the cemetery.

One resident, who asks to remain anonymous claims that since 1998 she has seen some pretty strange happenings that she would have categorized as paranormal.

They dug up that poor soldier boy from WWII and those other poor souls and now somebody is going     to have to make it right… Oak Hill has a way of making things right… she can take care of herself.”
*Hammond Resident of 40+ years, anonymous

   When our brief conversation ended I didn’t know if she was talking about the cemetery or its owner, Teresa Roark. When the elderly lady stated that “Oak Hill Cemetery has a way of making things right; she can take care of herself”, I was confused and lost for words when I heard her say this. Her eyes were fixed on the cemetery behind me when she was explaining things to me – like she was talking about an old, hurt friend.

A Reminiscing Story
She told me that she lived in this house for a long time; grew up in the neighborhood. She lived on Monroe Avenue, right off Cleveland Street when she was younger. She remembered when the railroad tracks that ran between Blaine Avenue and Oak Hill Cemetery were used more frequently, almost on a daily basis, and one day something happened to her when she was walking down Cleveland Street. She was on her way to Lyman Avenue to visit a friend when trains using those tracks made her stand and wait until it ended. Lyman Avenue began off of 165th Street and was just on the other side of these particular railroad tracks.
While she stood waiting, she noticed some girl standing in the cemetery through the spaces of the railroad cars. She couldn’t have been any older than 13-14 years old so she decided to walk closer to the moving train to see if she could get a better look at the girl through the open spaces, but the only thing she could make out was her long brown hair and her plain white gown.
She kept looking towards the end the train to see when the end of the train would come. It was still a good 12 or 15 train cars away, and at the speed of this particular train was going no faster than 5 mph, it’ll be another minute or two before she’ll be able to get a good look.
This wasn’t the first time she seen a train on these tracks before, so it was normal for her to walk all the way up to a moving train; to the point where she could touch them– but being extremely careful, of course. At the last couple of spaces where she could see this girl standing in the cemetery, she was at least a good 30-40’ away from the inside of the cemetery’s fence, just enough where she couldn’t make out any details about her face.
It struck her kind of strange, towards the last couple of spaces through the moving train – where the girls could see each other and how this other girl in the cemetery hadn’t move since this all began. When the second to last space of the train cars came she was as close to a moving train as you could get.  The second to the last space came and went and now one more train car to go; one more space.

This is when a cold chill went down my back.

When the last space finally came and enabled her to see the girl in the cemetery before the end of the train – it took her by surprise. The girl in the cemetery was now exactly on the other side of the train! She wasn’t in the cemetery anymore!

“She was 6 ft away from me…she was wearing a pinkish sweater over her plain white gown now…her face was rotted…teeth were exposed…her eyes were large…her hair was still long and brown…”

The woman said she started to run but when she looked back, the girl was no longer there. She didn’t care though and continued running all the way home.

I came back a few days later to ask some follow-up questions, but she told the person who answered the door to tell me that she was done talking about Oak Hill Cemetery and the door was quickly shut.
I walked over to the tracks and looked south and saw how the tracks crossed 165th Street and followed all along Lyman Avenue until 173rd Street. I then looked north and followed the tracks to as far as I could see; the tracks just seem to disappear into the scenery.
I looked back at the cemetery and deep into its beautiful natural landscape. Even though the cemetery hasn’t been properly maintained for so long, the wider beauty it possess is “soul elevating”.

Oak Hill Cemetery is located at the city’s highest elevated point and there is no point higher within the city limits.

Word of Advice
We the residents of Hammond, Indiana have a civil duty to care and maintain of our beloved historical cemetery, Oak Hill Cemetery. There is NO REASON that this cemetery is on the brink of becoming ruins. The founding fathers of Hammond, Indiana are buried there, such as Marcus Towle (one of the first mayors of Hammond) who has a street named after him that’s located in north side of Hammond. Once these problems have been resolved, peace should once again fall over Oak Hill Cemetery and its surrounding residents.
It’s a terrible shame that a historical cemetery such as Oak Hill Cemetery has seen such a terrible disregard. Volunteers from all over the region are making an effort to have Oak Hill regain its respect and its natural beauty.

Oak Hill Cemetery

Oak Hill Cemetery was found in 1885 in Hammond, Indiana and located at the north-east corner of Hohman Avenue and 165th Street.
Read my post titled “The Hauntings of Oak Hill Cemetery” at

The Introduction
  In 1977, I attended the second grade at Kenwood Elementary School located at the corner of Hohman Avenue and 165th Street in the city of Hammond, Indiana, where I have been resident for over 35 years. My second grade class was on the first floor and its windows faced right across Hohman Avenue; right across where the city’s oldest cemetery stood – Oak Hill Cemetery.

Oak Hill Cemetery

The Start of Something not Good
   Oak Hill Cemetery was established in 1885, about a year after the city of Hammond became incorporated which was on April 21, 1884.
In 1886 George Hammond, co-founder of Hammond, Indiana, died unexpectedly which eventually led his multi-million dollar meat-packing business to be merged with a well-known Chicago based business and personal rival of George H. Hammond. The George H. Hammond Company was known as one of the nation’s largest and best meat-packing plants this country has ever seen and there’s no telling what would have happened to George H. Hammond’s meat packing empire had he stayed alive.

Northwest Indiana’s most  Mysterious Epidemic at the turn of the Century
   Soon after Hammond, Indiana’s most powerful resident, George H. Hammond passed away suddenly, other deaths started to occur; mostly of children. From 1886 to about 1910 there were a number of unexplained deaths of children that ranged from newborns to ten-year olds. It seems it was quite common for children to pass away at a very early age and those medical reports would claim “crib death” as the known cause. The few adults that passed away unexplainable, however, those medical reports could not be found. It’s been wondered if there was some sort of epidemic that was spreading through Hammond during the turn of the 20th century which caused these mysterious deaths.

To this day, children have been seen roaming the grounds of Oak Hill Cemetery.

My Personal Experience with the Haunting of Oak Hill Cemetery
   The first time I saw a child on the other side of Oak Hill Cemetery’s fence, I really thought nothing of it. I was just walking to school at the age of seven (which was a little more common back in those days), minding my business and I happened to glance over across Hohman Avenue. When I did, I saw a boy who looked about the same age as me, but just standing there in the cemetery. When I got to the next street (Kenwood Street) and began to cross it, I realized that I was just a block away from my school (Kenwood Elementary School). So I continued to walk south down Hohman Avenue on the west side of the street and I looked over again to where I saw the boy in the cemetery standing the first time.

Yep, there he was – looking in my direction, and I can say, I was a little shocked to see him still standing there. He was facing my direction, but I couldn’t tell if  he was looking at me or not.

I felt that he was.The last stretch of sidewalk down Hohman Avenue was from Kenwood Street to Cleveland Street (about one block). Once I crossed Cleveland Street, I was officially on school property. I’m closer to the student’s entrance to the school that was off Cleveland Street, even though the address to Kenwood Elementary School was 6416 Hohman Avenue. the entrance that was off Cleveland Street was the mostly used by students, faculty and visitors.

I didn’t look at this boy again until I knew for sure that I had passed him – then I looked back.


He was staring at me alright, and he looked like he was staring at me hard, as if he was angry, angry at me. I refused to look away right away; I was going to show this kid I wasn’t afraid of him. I did eventually wave him off though – but just to see where I was going.

Forget that kid.

Stupid kid. I should tell on him, why isn’t he in school?

I decided to pick up the pace a little bit. I looked down at the sidewalk as I quickened the pace. Trying to look like I was in serious mode because I had to get to school, that kid in cemetery was still in my head.
Questions were piling up on my mind:

  1. Was he still staring at me?
  2. Was he following me?
  3. What was he doing?
  4. Why did he look so angry?

Before I knew it, I instantly looked up and turned my head, almost without thinking – I couldn’t believe I did it… but – he wasn’t there, he wasn’t even there… but where did he go? I stopped for a moment and looked around the area where he was standing and couldn’t find him anywhere.

I started to relax.

The moment I felt myself at ease, I remember thinking to myself then how lucky that kid was because I was going to say something, I was going to say something like, “Hey, kid…”…

Just then, I turned my head back straight ahead when out of the corner of my eye, I saw that boy again.

The hairs stood on end at the back of my neck as I turned again towards the cemetery. There he was, only this time he somehow got exactly across from me. Still on the other side of the fence of Oak Hill Cemetery, but it totally freaked me out. It was still early in the morning and I was already on the verge of pissing my pants.

From what I remember, besides whimpering while hauling ass the rest of the way to Kenwood Elementary School, was that image of that boy just standing there – right on the other side next to the fence, burning into my memory.

What freaked me out I think, was that he was closer to me than when I first saw him. I mean, I know he was still on the other side of the fence of Oak Hill Cemetery, but still…he was closer.

That’s all I can say.

He was close enough to me to where I remember seeing him standing right next to the fence with his right hand clenching the chain link fence that separated us. He had the chain link fence clenched at shoulder height. Even though I looked for just an instant at him, I remember him being heavy-set with his mouth open on his slightly chubby face. I want to say his eyes were what scared me the most. They looked dead to me; dark and dead.

By the end of the week, I’ve told about all my friends and the story eventually leaked to other classrooms and other grades.

Finally, stories about people seeing “ghost children” roaming the grounds of Oak Hill Cemetery started coming up. Stories that have been told for almost a century and get popular for a few weeks every decade or so and then lose interest; until another ten years has passed and somebody else claims to see a ghost child behind the cemetery’s fence.

Glad to help out.

ViewsHound Bronze Prize Winner
By James Peters –

“Fake meat” made from human feces in Japanese laboratories can be used as “filler”. Using any kind of unnatural filler has gotten consumers concerned and on the war path.

 Proteins, minerals and carbohydrates are extracted from human feces to create “fake meat”.


 Has science gone too far?

   Mankind has depended on science when it comes to finding solutions to serious problems like food shortage. Science discovered the formula to an insecticide that would keep insects from damaging crops and at the same time not affect the crops’ natural growing cycle. When certain insecticides became possibly fatal with human consumption, science came up with another idea of getting rid of the insects. Instead of using an insecticide, catch them and eat them.

When the consumption of red meat started to rise throughout the world, science discovered a way to clone animals. Rumors started going around saying that you could taste the difference between a naturally born calf and a cloned one.

But then, as usual, someone thought of the possibility of running out of animals to clone. Science thought about this one, in fact, the director from the Okayama Laboratory located in Tokyo, Japan thought about this one too. His name is Mitsuyuki Ikeda.

Tokyo is starting to develop a problem with disposing of human waste. With over 13 million people all within a 2,200 square kilometer, the Tokyo Sewage Service is getting more “crap” than it can handle.

Mitsuyuki thought to himself that the sewage plant was dealing with so much human excrement that he brought this problem to the tables of his laboratories. Mitsuyuki and his colleagues thought of the possibility of making “fake meat” from human waste. But they discovered that these vats full of human feces were huge breeding grounds for all sorts of bacteria. So they cooked these vats until they boiled and killed the bacteria. They then developed a method to extract their proteins. A soy protein is added to help enhance the flavor (you think?) and then it’s processed through a chemical reactor then a reaction enhancer. When the finished product is extruded from a warming chamber you get a texture similar to ground beef. With a little red food coloring, you get the same hue effect that you expect from real ground beef. In fact, you won’t be able to tell the difference if the two different types were right next to each other.

The cost of using “fake meat” as filler

Mitsuyuki has admitted that right now, while further research is being conducted, this “fake meat” costs about twenty times more than real meat. But he promises that by the time the research is completed, the cost should be about the same as traditional meat.

Healthier for you

It has been discovered that the “fake meat” is much healthier than real meat. It contains less fat, a splendid mix of proteins at 63%, 25% of carbohydrates, 9% of minerals and 3% of lipids.

Taco Bell lost sales

Taco Bell was accused of using a “fake meat” as filler with its ground beef and making it contain only 35% of real meat. This claim cost Taco Bell millions in revenue. A Taco Bell spokesperson denied these allegations stating that it has always used 88% of real meat with other all-natural ingredients. To fight back these frivolous accusations, Taco Bell launched a campaign of commercials stating that it never used 35% of real meat. To show the public its dedication to create a superb product, they offered an 88 cent crunchwrap supreme for a limited time in honor of its 88% real meat product.

By no means, is this an attempt to say that Taco Bell used human feces as filler. Taco Bell was mentioned to show as an example how the public responds to the idea of filler meat being added to real meat products.

An Internet Hoax

It’s been stated by a few bloggers on the internet that the whole story of “fake meat” being made from human feces is nothing more than a disgusting hoax. Some of the best internet researchers trying to confirm the story have failed getting accurate information.

However, news articles on the web from CBS, Yahoo and CNN have all taken the bait and quickly posted the story before doing some thorough research to confirm whether the story was true.

So, is it true, and would you eat it?

Article category: Food/Drink

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world-549425_1920The “Hollow Earth” assumption

By James Peters –

The Hollow Earth Theory is believed by world leaders but dismissed by the scientific community and has the world juggling the notion that planet Earth is hollow.

Is the hollowness of the earth only 600-800 miles below the surface?


The Hypothesis

First, let me explain something quite simply before I elaborate on this “Hollow Earth Theory”. If you are unaware of this speculation that was presented to some of the world’s leader in the past (and in the present) – let me explain. There are well-respected scientists, mathematicians, doctors, and other professions related to the subject that believes that our planet Earth is hollow.

Although, there are many different beliefs on how the Earth is actually hollow, they all believe in the same philosophy; some believed in the “Concave Hollow Earth Theory”, in which humans live in a sphere like shell but on the interior surface and that the universe is in the center; some believed that the Earth has different levels, each level containing an atmosphere and its own sun (it is believed that the Earth and the universe as we know it may very well be one of these levels); there are some that believed that there are caverns beneath the surface of the Earth (accessible somewhere in Antarctica), and that a possible species (or many species) could actually be living below us. This is still believed today by some. There are other beliefs as well as these, but these beliefs are the most common.

Fiction turned Fact or Vice Versa?

Ever since ancient times, people believed that Earth was hollow. In ancient Greece, it’s where Hades was located, and the early Christians believed that’s where Lucifer was sent to when he fell from Heaven – they call it Hell. In Jewish scriptures, Sheol is located beneath the Earth. In the Jewish belief, when you are dead and buried, your soul enters Sheol. No matter what moral choices you made while alive, your soul awaits in total darkness until the “resurrection” (judgment day). Some others, who follow the Jewish belief, believe that while waiting in Sheol, you could be in total comfort or being ruthlessly tormented while waiting for the “coming of the savior”.

Books were soon written about the Earth being hollow (fiction and non-fiction), tales of adventure about explorers seeking out or stumbling upon an opening in the Earth’s crust, or actual, true predictions that there actually is a world within this world.

In 1906, William Reed openly admitted that he supported the idea of a hollow Earth and wrote the book Phantom of the Poles but with no interior suns or separate levels.

Another book written in 1913, by Marshall Gardner was about how he believed prehistoric species lived beneath the Earth’s surface. In 1920, he wrote an expanded edition based on the same principals but placed an interior sun in the hollow Earth.

Eventually, UFO enthusiasts who also believed in “The Hollow Earth Theory” came to the presumption that UFOs (sometimes known as USOs – “unidentified submerged objects”) reside in these underground caverns. When the US dropped an atomic bomb on Hiroshima and Nagasaki, these inhabitants emerged from these hidden societies in an act of self-defense because they were concerned of radioactive material flowing into the world’s interior where they dwell.

Soon, science fiction writers took the idea of a hollow Earth and wrote in their pulp magazines stories of lost world’s and unnatural beings. A lot of authors took the idea of H.G. Wells’ book, The Time Machine and his underworld creatures, the Morlocks and put their own twist in their fictional stories. Wells wrote that book in 1895, but it’s not sure if he believed in a hollow Earth.

Allegedly, in 1964, Dr. Walter Siegmiester wrote the book The Hollow Earth under the pseudonym Dr. Raymond Bernard. He did this because he firmly believed in a hollow Earth, but didn’t want to be discredited or ridiculed for his beliefs. This was revealed in an article written by Martin Gardner but not until the book Subterranean Worlds: 100,000 years of dragons, dwarves, the dead, lost races and UFOs from inside the Earth by Walter Kafton-Minkel and published in 1989. It was then that the connection between Bernard and Siegmiester became well known.

Adolf Hitler

It is true that Hitler believed in some theory of the earth being hollow, it was unsure whether he believed in one theory or in all of them. But he made several attempts in trying to discover some proof by sending a Nazi admiral by the name of Donitz to Antarctica in a submarine.

Places like Tibet, Peru, and the North Pole, were believed to have openings to the hollow Earth and Hitler sent researchers to investigate. It is believed that Hitler had sent spies into the United States to search Mount Shasta in California for a possible entrance.

Hitler is also believed, according to German writers Peter Bender and Fritz Braun, to have sent an expedition out to a certain point on the planet where it was believed that if the Nazis pointed infrared telescopes straight into the air they would be able to spy on the British fleets and have a strategic advantage, but this wasn’t documented and can’t be proven. This would have proven, however, that Hitler believed in a hollow Earth and in the “concave” Hollow Earth Theory.

The United States

Now you know that the United States has had their say in this “Hollow Earth Theory”, and our own presidents either believed in it – or they didn’t. Presidents like Jimmy Carter and Harry Truman are believed to have made comments about the Earth being possibly hollow, even President John Quincy Adams believed in a possible hollow Earth and was going to send a loyal follower on an expedition, by the name of James McBride. But President Adams left office before this could occur. Andrew Jackson was the next President of the United States and he put a stop to the campaign. It was rumored that President Jackson was the only president to have believed that the Earth was flat. This rumor could have been started from him personally terminating the hollow Earth excursion; started by his defeated opponent’s followers.

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