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British sheep produce around 22,000 tonnes of wool a year. A renewable fibre, sheared from a living animal that regrows it for the next season, used for carpets, insulation, textiles, jumpers, and traditional products that outlast the sofa.
The environmental alternative is polyester. Spun from crude oil. Manufactured in a refinery. Non-biodegradable. Sheds microplastics with every spin of the washing machine. Ends up in every river, every ocean, every fish, every lung.
A single polyester fleece can shed up to 250,000 microfibres in one wash.
But the sheep grazing a Welsh hillside on rainwater is the problem, and we should all be wearing more crude oil instead.
The mental gymnastics required to call wool environmentally harmful while promoting polyester is Olympic-level.
Wool: renewable, biodegradable, grown on grass, naturally flame-resistant, insulates wet or dry, lasts decades, returns to soil at the end of its life.
Polyester: fossil fuel, never biodegrades, sheds microplastics for centuries, needs chemical flame retardants, manufactured in conditions that poison the air for the workers handling them.
Yet environmental groups campaign against wool while wearing fleece jackets pumped out of oil rigs in Texas.
The sheep is not the problem. The activist in the polyester gilet is.
>be Britain
>1984
>78% self-sufficient in food
>95% self-sufficient in everything we can actually grow
>coastline full of fish, country full of cattle, fields full of grain
>fast forward forty years
>2024
>62% self-sufficient in food
>53% self-sufficient in fresh vegetables, lowest since records began
>food trade deficit £42 billion and climbing
>government response: take more farmland out of production for solar panels
>also: tax family farms out of existence
>also: sign trade deals with Mercosur for cheaper Brazilian beef
>also: tell the public that domestic livestock is the climate problem
>also: import the same beef from 6,000 miles away, on a diesel ship, off cleared rainforest
>tell everyone this is the ethical position
>tell everyone we are leaders in climate action
>tell everyone the farmer is the villain
>defeated Napoleon's blockade and the U-boat campaign on the strength of our own fields
>now cannot grow our own broccoli
>solution: another consultation
>another framework
>another minister
>another report
>due 2027
A farmer dies in April 2026.
His son inherits the farm. The farm has been in the family since 1847.
The farm consists of: 300 acres of grazing pasture, a farmhouse built in 1892, a barn, a milking parlour, two tractors of varying ages, a Land Rover that runs about 70% of the time, and a herd of 180 Hereford-cross cattle.
On paper, the farm is worth approximately £3.2 million. This is because land near him has been bought recently by a London hedge fund looking for carbon credits, which has dragged the comparable value of every field within forty miles upward to a number nobody local can justify.
In cash, the farm produces a profit of about £28,000 a year in a good year. In a bad year it loses money. The son also works as a fencing contractor three days a week to keep the operation viable.
The inheritance tax bill on a £3.2 million estate, even at the reduced 20% rate, comes to approximately £140,000 after the increased threshold is applied. The son does not have £140,000. The son has never had £140,000. The son has £4,200 in his current account and an overdraft.
The son sells 60 acres to a developer to pay the tax. The developer puts solar panels on the 60 acres. The remaining herd cannot be sustained on the reduced land. The herd is sold. The barn becomes a holiday let.
A different family eats Brazilian beef this Christmas without knowing why the price went up.
The Treasury collects £140,000.
The land never produces British food again.
The land under these panels will never be farmed again.
Potato growing associations nationwide will not buy potatoes grown on ex-solar sites.
Why?
The panels leach heavy metals, as well as drop glass shards and microplastics onto the soil below them.
In a mass commercial arrangement, vegetation below the panels is soaked in herbicides.
The fertile farmland is gone forever.
I think that 35 hours work a week should not only pay the rent and put food on the table, but leave you enough over for the odd night out and an annual holiday. And if that belief makes me an economically illiterate leftwing extremist, so be it.
Tesco are making £4bn a year in profit.
About 50% of their staff are on Universal Credit.
Why don't we crackdown on this unneeded benefit for billionaires?
Britain has 17.5 million hectares of agricultural land.
65% of it cannot grow a single crop.
Too thin. Too high. Too wet. Too steep. The kind of slope where a tractor becomes a story they tell in the village pub for generations.
It grows grass. Because grass is what evolved to grow there.
The cow eats the grass. The sheep eats the grass.
Your stomach cannot eat the grass.
Take the ruminants off and the food production from that land becomes zero.
Not lower.
Zero.
The ruminant is not blocking a better option.
The ruminant is the only option.
The activist who wants the ruminant removed is not reducing meat consumption.
He is outsourcing it. To Brazilian feedlots on cleared rainforest, shipped six thousand miles in a refrigerated container.
The British hill goes to bracken.
The Amazon goes to soy.
The supermarket label changes from Hereford to Mato Grosso.
This is presented as the ethical position.
It is the most expensively packaged self-deception in modern politics.
“As we drive around our farm picking up these paper lanterns - that our cows try to eat - we ask you to find something better to do to support your causes.
“There is wire inside the paper that will get on their stomach and kill them
“Donate money directly to your cause please, instead of lanterns or balloons!”
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Netanyahu, está muy enojado con la publicación de este video de Lamine Yamal, y el Barcelona.
El Mossad, hace maromas para bajar el video contra los genocidas del mundo.
Israel, está molesto con la difusión de este video. Hay que difundirlo.
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You walk past a field. There is a bull in it. That is what you see. A bull. In a field.
Have a closer look.
The grass under his hooves is deeper-rooted than it looks. Two, three feet down in places, because his grazing has been stimulating root growth for the six years he has been in this field. Those roots are pulling atmospheric carbon into the soil at a rate the climate modellers would weep over if they ever thought to measure it.
The soil itself is alive. A single teaspoon from beneath Gerald contains more microorganisms than there are humans on earth. Bacteria. Fungi. Protozoa. Nematodes. A functioning microbial civilisation built by his manure, year after year, pat after pat, feeding a soil structure that holds rainwater like a sponge.
The earthworms are working. Roughly 400 per square metre under a well-grazed pasture, which is approximately ten times the count in the arable field two hedges over. They are aerating the soil, cycling nutrients, and feeding the badger who patrols the field at night.
The dung beetles are on duty. Up to a hundred species compete for a fresh cowpat in a British summer. They bury it. They break it down. They aerate the ground as they go. Without them the pasture would stop functioning within a year.
The cowpat itself, fresh, supports roughly 300 species of invertebrate in its first week of existence. Flies. Beetles. Wasps. Parasitic nematodes. A small, smelly ecosystem the size of a dinner plate, which Gerald produces ten to fifteen times a day.
The hedgerow around his field is dense because Gerald keeps eating the shoots that try to grow outwards. It supports, in turn, around 2100 species of invertebrate, bird and wildflower. The skylark is nesting in it. The wren is hunting it. The hedgehog is using it as a corridor to the next field.
The yellowhammer is on the gate. The pipit is on the wall. The swifts are working the air above Gerald's head, because the flies around him are what they eat. The barn owl quarters the field at dusk, because the short-grazed grass lets her see the voles.
The wildflowers along his field boundary number, at last count, 31 species. Tormentil. Eyebright. Bird's-foot trefoil. Self-heal. Red clover. The wildflowers support the bees. The bees support the pollination of the next farm's orchard. The orchard supports the apples being pressed in the village.
A horseshoe bat was recorded feeding over the field last August. First record in the parish in thirty years.
The soil beneath Gerald has gained approximately 1.5 tonnes of carbon per hectare per year since he arrived. His field alone has offset the annual emissions of about forty British households.
Gerald does not know any of this.
Gerald is eating grass.
He has been eating grass, continuously, for four years, on the same 12-acre field, and in that time he has supported more biodiversity, more carbon sequestration, and more ecological complexity than most conservation projects with a salaried team and a press office.
He has done it for free. He requires only rain and grass. He has asked for nothing.
People are trying to cancel Gerald for this.
🚜 @timfarron nailed the farming/food crisis in the Commons:
🔥 Agricultural inflation at 7.6% (more than double general inflation), red diesel prices doubled, fertiliser supply under serious threat.
England is now the only country in Europe not using farm payments to support food production thanks to Brexit and Michael Gove.
Farron asked for a U-turn.
Reeves’s reply? A vague 5p fuel duty cut and talk of the Strait of Hormuz.
No real support for British farmers or food security.
The Atlanticist priorities continue while the food shortages loom.
Meanwhile Gabriel martineli saw Conor Bradley down injured and his reaction was to throw the ball at him and push him. Arsenal fans ask why people dislike them,this is the reason why