The Great Orme is a limestone headland on the North Wales coast, and it comes with roughly two hundred feral Kashmir goats that answer to absolutely no one.
These are not ordinary goats. Their ancestors were luxury animals, descended from the royal cashmere herd kept at Windsor in Victoria's day. A pair were brought west by Lord Mostyn in the late 1800s, released onto the Orme for a spot of refined grazing, and promptly threw off all civilisation to live as wild aristocrats on a windy rock. They have been up there, magnificently unbothered, for well over a century.
The goats have no view on their own noble lineage. They have strong views on gorse, on limestone scrub, on the timing of the tourist season, and on the structural integrity of every garden fence in Llandudno.
Several times a year, usually when the weather up top turns unacceptable even by Kashmir goat standards, they descend. Into the town. They eat the hedges. They annex the gardens. They stand in the middle of the road with the air of creatures conducting a property viewing. They have been photographed in bus shelters and lounging outside estate agents, radiating the serene confidence of animals that were here before the terraced housing and fully intend to outlast it.
Llandudno has around twenty thousand residents and two hundred goats, and on any given morning it is genuinely unclear which party considers the other a nuisance.
The council's great instrument of control is to put the nannies discreetly on contraceptives and otherwise pretend it has a say.
The goats have never once asked permission. They are descended from royalty, they were here first, and they would like you to remember both.
Time someone said it plainly. Grain-finished beef usually tastes better than grass-finished. More marbled, more tender, richer in the mouth, which is exactly why steakhouses charge for it.
The grass-fed crowd will tell you you're poisoning yourself. The actual gap? A bit more omega-3, a bit more CLA. All real, all small, most of it closed by eating the fattier cut anyway.
And here's the joke. Grass-fed might be the most nutritious food on the planet. Grain-finished is the second most. You're agonising over first versus second place out of every food that exists.
Pick the one you'll look forward to, cook it well, and lose no sleep over the rest.
Your body makes about eighty percent of its own cholesterol. Every day. Nobody asked it to. It just keeps making the stuff like an idiot.
Then it takes a quarter of the whole supply and packs it into your brain, of all places. Wraps your nerves in it. Builds every cell wall out of it. Makes your testosterone, your oestrogen, your vitamin D, the bile that digests your food, all of it, out of the substance we're now told is basically poison.
Four billion years of evolution. Countless creatures that got it wrong, all dead. And this is the design it settled on. A body that makes, hoards and runs on the exact thing apparently trying to kill it.
Bit of an oversight, that. Survive every ice age and every famine, only to be done in by a molecule your own liver insists on producing.
Good thing a drug company eventually spotted the mistake your body spent two million years failing to notice.
A quick tour of the animal kingdom by stomach acid, for everyone so certain humans are gentle little omnivores.
From "eats things that died last Tuesday" down to "eats the lawn":
- Vulture, professional carrion disposal: about pH 1.3
- You, allegedly a balanced generalist: about 1.5
- Coyote, eats whatever it catches or finds rotting: about 2
- The textbook omnivore, honest middle of the road: about 2.9
- House cat, obligate meat-only carnivore: about 3.6
- Baboon, the omnivore primate everyone insists we resemble: about 3.7
- Horse, full-time grass eater: about 4
- Cow, the fermenting vat where grass turns into cow: about 6
Read that back. The "balanced generalist" is sharing a bench with the vultures. We sit a good three points, which on a logarithmic scale is a thousandfold in real acidity, below the actual grazers, and we even out-acidify the pure carnivore cat, because the cat eats its meat fresh while we evolved to handle ours a bit questionable.
Berry-toppers do not come equipped like this. That is the stomach of something that opens a carcass first and asks about the use-by date never.
Strange acid for a salad.
Grass-fed or grain-fed? People agonise over the omega-6 in their beef. Here is what that worry actually looks like on a scale.
Omega-6, per 100 grams:
Sunflower oil: 65,000 mg
Corn oil: 55,000 mg
Soybean oil, hiding in everything: 50,000 mg
Walnuts: 38,000 mg
Chicken thigh, skin on: 3,000 mg
Grain-fed beef: 285 mg
Grass-fed beef: 142 mg
Look at the bottom two. That is the whole grass-versus-grain question, right there: a difference of about 140 mg.
One tablespoon of soybean oil carries 7,000, fifty times the gap you are losing sleep over. Your fried chips lapped the entire debate before you so much as touched the steak.
So paying double for grass-fed, then frying it in sunflower oil, is walking past a burning building to blow out a candle. Grass-fed wins on omega-3 and CLA, no argument. On omega-6, you are sweating the decimal while the headline number laughs at you.
In 2018 Bayer paid 63 billion dollars for Monsanto, and almost the first thing it did was delete the name.
The Monsanto brand carried too much history. PCBs. DDT. Agent Orange. A WHO cancer classification on its best-selling weedkiller. Tens of thousands of lawsuits.
So the name vanished. The products did not. The same chemicals are sprayed on the same fields, sold now under a quieter, friendlier badge.
Burying the name has not buried the bill. After more than 10 billion in payouts, Bayer is now worth less than half what it paid for Monsanto, and is weighing bankruptcy for the unit to escape the lawsuits. You do not erase a name that is thriving. You erase one that has started to tell the truth.
BREAKING: Local man drinks raw goat milk in midday sun with no sunscreen. Experts baffled as he remains not only alive, but visibly delighted. Authorities advising the public to look away.
The best striker on the planet eats like a Norwegian farmer from 1850, and the British tabloids called it "cannibalistic."
Erling Haaland, the six foot four machine breaking every scoring record in sight, has let the world see his plate, and it reads like a carnivore forum brought to life. He buys beef heart and liver from the butcher and eats them by choice. Fatty steaks, the fattier the better, by his own account. Sea bass, salmon, mackerel. Eggs on sourdough. Raw honey. And his self-described "magic potion," raw milk, which he drinks straight, stirs into his coffee and blends with greens to carry to training.
The sourcing is the entire philosophy. Holding up the organs in his documentary, he said most people will not touch them, but he cares about his body and about eating quality local food. Then the line that belongs on a barn door: people say meat is bad, but which meat? The stuff from McDonald's, or the local cow eating grass right over there?
Look at what is missing just as hard. No seed oils. No fizzy drinks. No alcohol. No ultra-processed anything. He filters his water and chases the morning sun. The man treats a packet of crisps the way most people treat a syringe.
Now the honest footnotes, because the internet lost its mind. The famous 6,000-calorie figure is one he flatly waves away, saying he does not count. His dad's lasagne is a sacred pre-match ritual, he makes brisket tacos in the slow cooker, and his actual favourite food is a kebab pizza he allows himself about once a year.
Strip away the cryo chamber and the mouth tape and the part underneath is almost insultingly simple. Whole food, mostly animal, sourced with care, nothing from a factory. The most lethal finisher in football runs on the exact diet the official guidance spent fifty years telling you to fear.
We can all learn from Marged's philosophy on work.
Marged has never done a day's work in her life, and she has transformed every field she has stood in.
She turned a waterlogged paddock that had beaten two consultants and six years into open worked earth, because she wanted to root. She cleared the couch grass nobody could shift, because she wanted to eat it. She dug a wallow that will fill with insects and bring the swallows, because she wanted to be cool.
Marged does not labour. She follows her own comfort with total commitment, and it keeps turning out that the comfortable thing and the useful thing are, for a pig in the right place, the very same thing.
There is a lesson in that for anyone grinding joylessly at work that helps no one. Find the thing you would do anyway. Then do it where it counts.
Be like Marged. Follow your nose. Leave the ground better than you found it.
A quick translation guide, for anyone who's wondered how a vegan narrates an ordinary Tuesday. Their words, not mine.
You: frying an omelette.
Them: "a plate of unfertilised hen periods, you absolute psychopath."
You: pouring a glass of milk.
Them: "PUS. Stolen from a grieving mother and force-fed to YOU."
You: making a cheese toastie.
Them: "melting down the congealed secretions of a slave. Enjoy your rape cheese."
You: grilling a bacon sarnie.
Them: "that was someone. He had a NAME before you shoved him in a bap."
You: drizzling honey on toast.
Them: "spreading the stolen vomit of an exploited insect workforce on your TOAST."
You: searing a steak.
Them: "charring a slab of corpse. I can smell the death from here."
You: putting on a leather belt.
Them: "you're literally STRAPPING a victim around your waist."
You: taking the dog for a walk.
Them: "parading your captive again? Did your 'pet' consent to this?"
You: carving the Sunday roast.
Them: "hacking into a flesh festival while your whole family chews on suffering."
Same actions. Same ordinary day. I'm just not narrating mine like the trailer for a horror film.
>be Ancel Keys
>1953, physiologist, colossal ego, personal grudge against butter
>draw a graph blaming fat for heart attacks
>graph only works with 6 countries
>so use 6 countries
>forget the other 16 exist
>1957, someone plots all 22
>graph instantly falls apart
>pretend not to hear
>get on the cover of Time anyway
>become the world's face of "fat bad"
>bloke named Yudkin says it's actually sugar
>ruin his career instead of answering him
>nation swaps lard for margarine and soybean oil
>somehow gets way fatter
>baffling
>the trials testing your theory backfire
>hide them in a basement for 40 years
>retire to Italy, eat like a peasant, live to 100
>mfw it was never the butter
Activist: "Slaughter is cruel. The animals are terrified."
Farmer: "I use a small abattoir ten minutes away. The animals walk off the trailer into a space that smells of cattle."
Activist: "They know what's happening."
Farmer: "There's no evidence cattle understand death as a concept. They respond to unfamiliar smells and sounds. Which is why we minimise those."
Activist: "They can smell the blood."
Farmer: "Modern abattoirs use airflow design to prevent that. Temple Grandin redesigned the industry around exactly this problem thirty years ago."
Activist: "But they die."
Farmer: "Yes."
Activist: "And that's not cruel to you."
Farmer: "The alternative in nature is a predator. Slower, more painful, animal conscious throughout. If welfare is the concern, the managed version is not the worst version."
Activist: "You're rationalising killing."
Farmer: "You can object to killing on principle. That's coherent. But the suffering argument doesn't hold when the system is run correctly."
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While the rest of the country is fighting, this guy just sent the Senate home for 19 straight days of vacation...
He is a failure and proves it over and over.
FIRE JOHN THUNE!
Three major Supreme Court wins this morning
- Trump can END temporary protected status for Haitians & Syrians
- Migrants arriving at our southern border in Mexico can be turned away
- Hawaii gun law prohibiting concealed carry without express permission from the owner on publicly open privately owned property, is unconstitutional. (Gas stations, malls, restaurants, stores, etc)
The three liberal justices dissented on all three
Rand Paul says he now has emails showing Fauci sent documents to Francis Collins with the instruction: "read it, then DESTROY it."
"That is against the law. You're not allowed to do that in the executive branch."
Paul says there is a good chance this could put Fauci behind bars because his pardon is too vague and too long to hold up in court:
"I think there's a chance we'd win that... You can't give people some kind of pardon for everything."
"His only argument is, 'Oh, it wasn't about government,' and it clearly was. I think a jury would [agree]."
My name is Ella, I'm 17 years old.
I do long jump. I play volleyball. I go to school in New Richmond, Wisconsin.
When my school allowed a biological male into the girls' restroom without telling parents —
I went to the school board.
With my name attached.
In my own town.
I got bullied for it. Harassed online. Even some of my own teachers came after me.
I'm still here.
Because here's what I know:
The net in women's volleyball is set nearly a foot lower for a reason.
A biological male can hit a ball across that net at force that could seriously injure a girl.
And in track — all it takes is three biological males entering the girls' category
and not a single girl in this state stands on a podium.
I didn't speak up because it was easy.
I spoke up because somebody had to.
The Supreme Court is about to answer the question every girl in America is asking.
We're ready.
@JenniferSey@xx_xyathletics
HOW I HEALED MYSELF of MULTIPLE SCLEROSIS, HYPOTHYROID, GLAUCOMA, FIBROMYALGIA, RHEUMATOID ARTHRITIS …
Even CANCER is PARASITES. SACKS OF WORM EGGS. DEEP STATE BIG PHARMA calls them TUMORS to scare you into taking their deadly poisons to FUND THE SATANIC PEDOPHILE CABAL.
Take a pea-size dose of IVERMECTIN HORSE PASTE (NOT A BIG-PHARMA WATERED DOWN & ALTERED PILL!) every MONDAY & TUESDAY to get your body’s parasites under control!
Buy it at TRACTOR SUPPLY, FEED STORES, or ONLINE. About $12 for a tube of WORMWOOD & HONEY. MOTHER NATURE’s CURE for WHAT AILS YOU.
I NO LONGER have MULTIPLE SCLEROSIS , GLAUCOMA, HYPOTHYROIDISM, FIBROMYALGIA, ARTHRITIS, or any of the diagnoses the VA gave me to try to entice me to take their DEEP STATE-FUNDING BIG PHARMA POISON-PETROLEUM & OPIUM-BASED DRUGS.
THEY KNOW it is PARASITES!
ALL DISEASES are PARASITES!
This is why they often say
“SO, You CAUGHT A BUG, did you?”
THEY KNOW!!! All DRS & DENTISTS sign NON-DISCLOSURE AGREEMENTS - under threat of DEATH or loss of license - IF they should SQUEAL!
IF you have ANY MALADIES, take a PEA-SIZE DOSE of IVERMECTIN HORSE PASTE every MONDAY & TUESDAY - for life. Parasites are always in your body - you must control them!
A pea-size dose for the first 3 weeks will gently kill the majority of parasites without overwhelming your digestive system.
Then, IF SICK or with DISEASE, take a FULL BODY WEIGHT DOSE of IVERMECTIN HORSE PASTE EVERY DAY for 6 DAYS, take a day off, then repeat until you feel better. Take a week off IF you like, then 6 on, 1 off for 3-6 weeks. Then go back to every MONDAY & TUESDAY.
IVERMECTIN HORSE PASTE is WORMWOOD & HONEY. You can take the tube all at once & you will not overdose, but you might overwhelm your gut with dead parasites. Use good judgement & do what works for you.
IVERMECTIN kills the MOTHER-WORM. She emits a hormone that prevents the SACKS (TUMORS) from hatching. When she is dead, the sacks break. Now you have more parasites. So you MUST take IVERMECTIN EVERY MONDAY & TUESDAY - it is a CYCLE - we ALWAYS have parasites, so just need to keep them under control.
IF you have NEUROGENIC or MUSCULOSKELETAL ISSUES, ADD FENBENDAZOLE HORSE PASTE (like PANACUR - about $18 a tube).
Take FENBENDAZOLE the same way as IVERMECTIN, but on different days.
FENBENDAZOLE is BLACK WALNUT, CLOVES, & HONEY. It kills parasites in the brain, as well as elsewhere else.
I took a FULL BODY WEIGHT DOSE of IVERMECTIN & FENBENDAZOLE - 6 days on, 1 off - for 6 weeks, took a week off, then repeated for 3 cycles.
I TOOK IVERMECTIN in our morning GUZZLE JUICE, & FENBENDAZOLE in our evening GUZZLE JUICE.
After about 6 months, my X-rays & blood tests showed NO SIGNS of disease.
Please understand, IVERMECTIN (& FENBENDAZOLE) will not do it alone!
YOU must CHANGE YOUR MINDSET about what goes IN YOUR MOUTH & ON YOUR SKIN.
RETURN TO MOTHER EARTH. IF it is made in a MANUFACTURING FACILITY, it does not belong IN or ON your body.
SUNSCREEN, MAKE-UP, LOTIONS, PRESCRIPTION & OVER-THE-COUNTER REMEDIES, CLEANERS - ALL ARE POISON!