In essence he's claiming that we just have no idea what's really happening, and the best that we can do is just eat real food.
I cannot begin to describe the amount of skepticism spawned by this summary alone.
If we have no idea what's going on, really no idea, then why should I choose any one food over another? Why
shouldn't my diet just consist of Cheetos?
And what's "real food," anyway? I'm sure everyone agrees that
imaginary food isn't going to help anyone, so that must not be the distinction. How can I tell "real" from "fake?" Imitation crab may be fake crab, but it's real (nasty, disgusting, horrible)
fish.
If you can give even the most basic advice over which foods to choose and which to avoid, you have to have
some kind of method for making those distinctions, even if the real system being used is "foods in an orange box" or "foods I think taste horrible." Claiming that "we" have "no idea whats going on" and then making a suggestion is a flat contradiction.
That tells me this guy is just jumping on the bandwagon of, essentially, the "caveman" diet and similar fad programs. They may be right, they may be wrong, but this is a
terrible argument either way.
The human understanding when it has once adopted an opinion (either as being the received opinion or as being agreeable to itself) draws all things else to support and agree with it. - Francis Bacon
"There are two novels that can change a bookish fourteen-year old's life: The Lord of the Rings and Atlas Shrugged. One is a childish fantasy that often engenders a lifelong obsession with its unbelievable heroes, leading to an emotionally stunted, socially crippled adulthood, unable to deal with the real world. The other, of course, involves orcs." - John Rogers
A world that can be explained even with bad reasons is a familiar world. But, on the other hand, in a universe suddenly divested of illusions and lights, man feels an alien, a stranger. His exile is without remedy since he is deprived of the memory of a lost home or the hope of a promised land. This divorce between man and his life, the actor and his setting, is properly the feeling of absurdity. — Albert Camus
"...the pious hope that by combining numerous little turds of variously tainted data, one can obtain a valuable result; but in fact, the outcome is merely a larger than average pile of shit." - Barash, David 1995.
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