I don't like it either. However, if we are gardening plants we can't shoot it with a 12 guage deer shot load at close range, as much as the jar head in each of us would love to go JEsse the Body on the Jungle with a MIni Gun, Carl Weathers, and Governor Schwartzenegger. We need to use the right tool for the job, and the hot blond shark chick, the QVC Queen who can market Hemp clothing lines, one who sits next to the bald guy with rounded collar tips and gold collar stay and other dude who is usually the "ttan suit man", we need her. YOu know, not the cougar, the milf. IT's not just her $400,000.00 we could use to establish a vertical marketing scheme from crop harvest to merchandise on the warehouse shelf at AMazon, ready to be loaded on to drones and delivered to moms across America in their "Rags to RIches" kids $19.99 Old Navy Walmart Target type communities with no need for a parking lot or screaming kid in a plastic cart strapped in like a medevil torture device with a million things to look at but not touch. It's the fact that the women of America will overnight or in a few weeks, literally assimilate, and procreate that level of excellence in their homes and lives because our product makes their lives safer, cheaper and more efficient. YEs, I'm saying it, we need some chicks in the mix, this is a total sausage fest in management, and at this level, wth a plant like we all know needs to be treated like a lady and loved, we need a woman's touch. Remember that episode of the BRady BUnch where the boys lost all the fish and fell in the lake, but the ladies brought a basket of fried chicken, (most likely made with Wesson Corn Oil), and saved the day. We need MRs. Brady, Marsha, and the other two chicks more than ever with that basket of barbecue chicken and sides right now.