The new Farm Bill is being cooked at this very moment and may emerge from Congress within the next millennium or may not.
Wasn’t long ago the collective breath of the American plow layer was held until that new Farm Bill arrived. To note the letters of that item are caps. The Farm Bill was in caps for agriculture because an awful lot of what farms grew in quantity didn’t make any money, despite they were the basic foodstuff of the nation and the world. That paleo crop corn comes to mind.
As a young farmer I raised two kids, paid a house, insurance, taxes, with maybe money left for Christmas; for this period of 30 years I was on the public dole. I raised corn not because I knew how, not because I needed a rotation for potatoes, beans and peas, not because the Russians were buying, but for the federal subsidy on corn. About 10 cents a bushel, I sowed my soul to corn. This when the only meaning of ethanol was when the Point Brewery bought corn grits for the wort, same for Miller and Coors.
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