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FILTH: IT'S WHAT'S FOR DINNER There are two ways to do a story on disgusting, bacteria-laden ground turkey. There's the New Internet Way, which uses that style You love so much because it's all about You: Mother Jones says "You Won't Believe What's In Your Turkey Burger." Really? If they say six ounces of gold mined on Pluto, I would not believe them. If they say all sorts of organic contaminants, yes, I would believe it. But it's not in my turkey burger, because I don't have a turkey burger. Obviously the article is about someone else.
The other way to write the headline? Go for the stupidest possible cliche. That's the Consumer Reports approach: "Consumer Reports Investigation: Talking Turkey."
What does that mean? How does one talk turkey? Why would you even say that outside of the last two weeks of November? Anyway, the answer is disturbing, if you're the sort of person who doesn't cook meat all the way through, and licks his fingers after handling raw poultry.
WHOA There is nothing as terrifying and beautiful as space, except perhaps one of those actresses who refuses to age. This week's installment of implacable gloriousness of inconceivable dimensions: The Rose of Saturn.
It's a false color image, so it doesn't really look like that. Explanations and descriptions and other science stuff, as they said on MST3K, can be found here. If you don't want to click, well, two facts: as wispy as this seems . . .