Brett Moriarty

Texas. Aggie. Cattle. Auctions. Fundraising. Real Estate.

[Stray Saint @TheStraySaint]

Everyone debating beef prices should hear from someone who actually raises cattle.

I’m a small rancher. It can cost me ~$2,500 to raise an animal + ~$600 to process it. If I bring home ~500 lbs of beef, that’s $6.20/lb before I pay myself ONE DOLLAR for land, fencing, equipment, fuel, labor, losses or risk.

So no, American ranchers aren’t getting rich off expensive beef.

And importing cheaper beef isn’t the solution I want.

I’d rather see Americans cut out the mega-packers and buy directly from local ranchers. Buy a quarter, half or whole animal. Know the farm. Know how it was raised. Ask whether it was grass-fed, grass-finished, grain-finished, or something else. Know who processed it.

Quality and production standards vary, and “imported” doesn't automatically mean inferior—but cheaper commodity beef is not the same proposition as knowing exactly where your food came from.

Want to help American families AND American cattlemen?

Buy local. Buy direct. Shorten the supply chain.

Then you don’t have to wonder which multinational handled your dinner—or whether tomorrow’s “beef” came from a cow, a bioreactor or a 3D printer.

Food security starts with knowing your farmer.

#BeefPrices #BuyLocal #AmericanRancher #FarmToTable #FoodSecurity

[Sama Hoole @SamaHoole]

Sugar is the hardest thing on earth to quit, and none of the difficulty is chemical.

Quit smoking and you go outside less.

Quit drinking and you order a lime and soda.

Quit gambling and you delete an app.

Quit cocaine and you stop phoning a particular person.

Quit sugar and your mother is hurt, your colleagues are uneasy, and the waiter needs a moment.

Every other habit has a supplier you can cut off. This one is supplied by everybody who has ever been kind to you, in every building you enter, on a schedule set by other people's birthdays.

And the social penalty runs the wrong way round. Refuse a cigarette and the room approves. Refuse a slice and the room goes quiet, and then somebody says you're being extreme, and then somebody says a bit won't kill you, and then the host looks upset, and now you are the difficult one at a party you did not want to be difficult at.

Nobody is defending the cake. They are defending themselves from a question they can feel arriving.

If it takes discipline for me to say no, what has it been doing to me every day for forty years while I said yes without thinking about it once?

That is the real reason quitting sugar makes people angry. It is not a diet choice, it is a mirror walking into the room, and mirrors are always described as extreme by whoever is standing in front of one.

The dealer is everyone. The relapse is politeness. The judgement lands on the person who stopped.

[Godly Revival @Pastmora]

Have you ever looked back at something you were devastated about not getting…

Only to realize later that God was protecting you from something you couldn’t see? 😭🙏🏽

That relationship you begged for.
That opportunity you thought you needed.
That door you desperately wanted opened.

At the time, it felt like rejection.

Now you realize:

It was protection.

Sometimes God says “no” because He sees what you cannot see.

Trust the closed doors too.
They may be part of His love for you.

[✞Righteous Rebellion𓅪 @OneManCircus87]

The cost is intimacy.
You cannot walk closely with a holy God while holding hands with the things that put Him on the cross.

[Gary Vaynerchuk @garyvee]

Your relationship with yourself is the foundation of everything 💚

[Sama Hoole @SamaHoole]

In 1870, if you took a spade to the ground in Iowa, or Nebraska, or eastern Kansas, you could push it in to the haft and not hit anything that wasn't soil.

Six feet of topsoil. Black, friable, alive. The richest agricultural earth on the planet, by a margin so absurd that European visitors with farming backgrounds went silent when they saw it turned over.

Most arable land on Earth carries between one and eight inches of topsoil. The Great Plains carried seventy-two.

Nobody had ploughed it. Nobody had fertilised it. Nobody had irrigated it. It had been built, slowly and completely, by something else.

Stand back from the spade. Stand back from the field. Stand back far enough to see the continent.

A herd of bison, fifty miles wide, takes five days to pass the hillside you are standing on. Colonel Dodge recorded this in Arkansas in 1871, and he was not the only one. From the top of Pawnee Rock the herd ran to the horizon in every direction at once. The earth, observers wrote, trembled at three miles.

Sixty million animals. The largest gathering of large mammals the planet has ever held. They had been doing this for ten thousand years.

The grass grew tall because the bison grazed it hard and moved on. Their hooves broke the crust for seed. Their wallows held the rain. Their dung fed the microbes. Their carcasses fed them harder. The deep-rooted prairie grasses, big bluestem, switchgrass, Indian grass, drove their roots fifteen feet down, locking carbon into the soil at a depth no plough would ever reach.

The bison built the six feet of black earth. The bison were why it existed.

Then the hide market arrived. Five thousand bison a day, shot from train windows, left to rot. The U.S. government encouraged it openly, because starving the Plains nations was cheaper than fighting them. By 1889, of the sixty million, five hundred and forty-one remained.

The plough followed within a decade.

The grass was turned under. The hooves and the wallows and the dung had stopped. The soil, untethered from the system that built it, dried.

In April 1935 it rose into the sky as a black wall a thousand miles wide and travelled to the Atlantic.

Six feet of soil, built over ten millennia, blown into the sea in a generation.

There is no putting the bison back at that scale.

The cow is the closest analogue the continent has. Run her like a bison, on grass, on the move, in a tight mob. Watch what the land does.

[Brett Moriarty @bmoriarty_509]

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[Good Ranchers @GoodRanchers]

cows eat plants so i don't have to

[Immortal Tessy @TheresaArueyin1]

I’m starting to see that the gospel isn’t about forcing yourself to stop sinning, but about loving God so deeply that sin loses its appeal.

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[Path of Men @PathOfMen_]

There was a farmer who grew excellent quality corn. Every year he won the prize for the best corn grown.

One year, a reporter interviewed him and discovered something interesting about the way he grew corn. The reporter discovered that the farmer shares his seeds with his neighbors.

"Why does he share his best seeds with his neighbors if every year they compete with his own?" the reporter asked him. "Why, sir?"

the farmer replied, "didn't you know? The wind picks up the pollen from the ripe corn and swirls it from one field to another. If my neighbors grow inferior corn, cross-pollination will constantly degrade the quality of my corn. If I want to grow good corn, I must help my neighbors grow good corn."

The same is true of our lives. Those who want to live good and meaningful lives must help enrich the lives of others, because the value of a life is measured by the lives it touches, and those who choose to be happy must help others find happiness, because the well-being of each is linked to the well-being of all.

[Matt Rife @mattrife]

Blessed are those who are persecuted because of righteousness, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven

Matthew 5:10

[Brett Moriarty @bmoriarty_509]

@ScottKenyon3 @SouthwestAir @AmexBusiness I was A list preferred for multiple years and a long time SWA loyal customer - ditched it a few summers back after three company mishaps in the span of four months with no care shown by them. Got a Delta Amex card and have never looked back.

[Gavin Spoor @gavin_spoor]

Our local FFA chapter had their FFA week breakfast this morning for the community. Spent some time looking through the old chapter scrapbooks.

In the early 1970’s a large majority of the members had legit livestock operations. Not just a couple show animals for the county fair, but real and profitable herds bred for meat production. A way to learn animal husbandry, business acumen, and work ethic.

Now our entire county is fencerow to fencerow two crops - corn and soybeans. All the hogs are in concrete buildings owned by 3 or 4 different corporations, and the towns have shriveled up.

I can’t help but think we’ve lost the plot.

In the quest for maximum efficiency, we’ve extracted all the value from our own communities. Truck in fertilizer and chemicals by the semi load, haul off the animals hundreds of miles away for processing. The mom and pop tractor dealership who took care of their employees and customers is now part of a 30 store corporate chain.

All for maximal efficiency. Extract extract extract.

[Elon Musk @elonmusk]

Powerful words

[Sama Hoole @SamaHoole]

Rapeseed oil started out as an industrial lubricant for steam engines in WW2.
It worked well because:

- Stayed liquid in cold temperatures
- Didn't break down easily under heat
- Created smooth mechanical operation

World War II: Massive demand for rapeseed oil in naval machinery. Canada grows millions of acres specifically for industrial lubricant production.

1945: War ends. Massive rapeseed surplus. No longer needed for ships.

Problem: What do we do with millions of gallons of industrial lubricant?

Someone has a brilliant idea: "What if we just tell people to eat it?"

Problem: Rapeseed oil contains 50% erucic acid, which is toxic to humans. Causes heart damage in animal studies.

Solution: Selective breeding to create low-erucic-acid varieties. "Canola" = "Canadian Oil, Low Acid"

1970s: Launch massive marketing campaign. Rapeseed sounds industrial. Call it "Canola" instead. Sounds friendly. Natural. Wholesome.

"Heart healthy!" "Better than butter!" "Low in saturated fat!"

Within 20 years, Canola oil is in everything.
What they don't mention:

- Still requires chemical extraction using hexane
- Still highly refined using heat and chemicals
- Still oxidises rapidly when heated
- Still high in omega-6 inflammatory fatty acids

You're eating steam engine lubricant that was rebranded as food after the war ended and they needed something to do with the surplus.

Next time you see "heart healthy Canola oil," remember:

- You're buying industrial lubricant with better marketing.
- Your great-grandmother cooked with butter and tallow from her local farm.
- You cook with chemical-extracted, heat-damaged, petroleum-processed machinery oil from industrial agriculture.

Progress.

[Sama Hoole @SamaHoole]

Arctic explorers in the 1800s documented something that confused them deeply.

Indigenous hunters would kill a caribou, butcher it carefully, take specific parts, and leave the rest.

Not because they were wasteful. Because the animal was too lean.

European explorers watched Inuit hunters examine a kill, check the fat deposits, and literally abandon the carcass if it wasn't fat enough.

The lean muscle meat was left for scavengers. The hide might be taken. But the meat itself? Not worth carrying.

This happened repeatedly. Explorers documented it with genuine confusion. Why leave perfectly good meat?

Because it wasn't good meat. It was lean meat. And lean meat without fat causes rabbit starvation.

The hunters knew from generational knowledge: eating lean meat exclusively will kill you within weeks. Your liver can't process that much protein without fat. You'll die with a full stomach.

So they didn't waste energy carrying meat that couldn't sustain them.

They'd track animals until finding one with adequate fat stores. Back fat, kidney fat, bone marrow. The fat was non-negotiable.

Lewis and Clark documented the same behavior in Plains Indians. Lean buffalo killed during summer were often left partially butchered. Only the fatty parts taken.

European sensibilities were horrified. "Wasteful savages leaving good meat!"

The "savages" were applying survival knowledge that kept them alive for thousands of years.

They knew what the explorers didn't: fat is survival, lean meat is starvation in slow motion.

Modern hunters have rediscovered this. When harvesting game, they check body condition. Lean deer from rut season? The meat is good but not optimal. Post-rut with fat stores? Now you're talking.

Our ancestors wouldn't have wasted energy on a lean kill. They'd leave it and find a fat one.

Because they understood what we forgot: the purpose of hunting isn't protein. It's fat.

Protein comes along with fat. But you're hunting for energy density, not muscle tissue.

Explorers who didn't understand this died of rabbit starvation while eating unlimited lean game.

Indigenous hunters who understood it thrived in environments where Europeans starved.

The meat left rotting wasn't waste. It was intelligent resource management by people who knew lean meat wasn't worth the effort.

Your ancestors left lean meat for the wolves. You're eating extra-lean ground beef thinking it's healthy.

One group understood nutrition. The other has dietary guidelines.

[Sama Hoole @SamaHoole]

1862: William Banting weighs 202 pounds at 5'5". Tries everything:

- Vigorous exercise
- Reducing food intake
- Fasting

Nothing works.

His doctor's prescription: Remove sugar, bread, potatoes, beer. Eat mostly meat and fish.

One year later: 156 pounds (46 pounds lost). Transformed.

1863: Banting publishes "Letter on Corpulence."

Becomes massively popular. "Banting" becomes a verb meaning "to diet by avoiding carbs."

For 50 years, Banting diet is standard obesity treatment.

Then 1920s: Food industry growing. "Balanced diet" propaganda begins.

By 1980s: Banting forgotten. Low-fat becomes dogma.

Obesity rates:
- 1863 (Banting era): Rare, treated successfully
- 1960 (balanced diet): 13%
- 2020 (low-fat era): 42%

Banting proved carb restriction reverses obesity 160 years ago.

We stopped using it and obesity tripled.

The cure existed. It worked. We abandoned it because it didn't serve industry profits.

[Chad Prather @WatchChad]

This won’t make me any friends out there, but I’ve been chewing on it all day and here goes.

A voice cries in the American wilderness, and the wilderness is loud. It is the noise of a nation that has forgotten who it is, the noise of a people who traded their inheritance for the applause of the moment. But the truth does not bend for our noise. The foundations do not move because we wander. And the warning is clear for anyone with ears to hear.

Repent of the lie that a nation can build and stand on diversity and inclusion alone. Repent of the delusion that a people can find unity by celebrating what divides them. This is the madness of a generation drunk on its own wisdom. No kingdom ever built itself on competing truths. No republic ever survived on shifting identities. Every civilization that stood against the storm did so because it held fast to a center that did not move.

America once knew that center. It declared that rights come from God. It proclaimed that truth is not invented by man and value is not assigned by political fashion. It believed liberty was possible only for a people who honored virtue. These were not suggestions. They were the moral laws that held the nation together. They were the straight path through the wilderness.

Diversity did not birth those truths. Those truths made diversity possible. People from every tribe and tongue came because America had a spine. America had a creed. America had a fixed point they could see across oceans and generations. They came not to remake the nation but to join it. They came not to rewrite the story but to live inside it. And the nation grew strong because its center held.

But now the center is despised. The plumb line is mocked. Truth has become a costume people put on when it suits them. Identity has become an altar. And the nation bows before it while the foundations crack beneath their feet. This is not progress. This is rebellion dressed up as enlightenment. This is a people wandering far from the path that once gave them purpose and strength.

Hear the warning.

A nation cannot walk two roads. A people cannot honor two masters. A civilization cannot survive two competing moral authorities.

When a country worships its own diversity, it trades unity for tribalism. When a culture elevates inclusion above truth, it trades conviction for confusion. When a generation throws down the center, God does not need to destroy them. They destroy themselves.

Look around. The signs are not subtle.

Trust decays. Families fracture. Cities crumble from within. Children grow up with no truth to anchor them. Leaders speak, but they do not guide. Institutions stand, but they do not hold.

This is what happens when a people forget the God who gave them their rights and the truth that gave them their identity. This is what happens when a nation declares every path equal and every voice a god. The wilderness begins to take the land back.

Repent. Return to the center.

Not the political center. Not the cultural center. The moral center. The Divine center. The truth that does not shift with the tides.

If America wants unity, it must return to the creed that once made it one people. If America wants peace, it must return to the truth it abandoned. If America wants strength, it must go back to the foundation it now mocks.

A nation can welcome many people, but it cannot survive many gods. It can honor many cultures, but it cannot endure many moral anchors. It can celebrate many differences, but it cannot function when nothing is sacred.

Prepare the way of the Lord. Make straight the path. Cut down the idols of identity. Lift up the banner of truth. Restore the center, or watch the nation fall into dust.

This is not a political call. This is a prophetic one. The axe is already at the root of the tree.
Every nation that refuses its foundation becomes tinder for its own flames.

America, choose your future.

Repent. Return to the truth that made you great.

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