People once lived above their cows because they understood something modern people forgot:
heat rises.
A barn full of living animals could help keep a family from freezing through winter.
Today we call cows a climate problem.
Back then, they were central heating, food security, fertilizer and survival.
Here’s farmer @Radmore_farm pointing out the supermarket con-trick of farmwashing. Supermarkets like Tesco trick consumers into buying overseas food that are marketed under a false impression of coming from a British farm - like Rosedene Farm - a made-up farm brand.
Thinking Zone. Afternoon on the shore of the Black Sea.
I am sitting in the local restaurant drinking my coffee with the dignity of a person who, by God’s law, heroically managed not to get sick the entire winter only to collapse magnificently from some virus at the end of spring, precisely when everyone is already theatrically posting photographs of cherries, sunshine, and “new beginnings.” My voice has almost disappeared and I am forced to remain silent so that my throat will not hurt, which honestly is one of the most ironic forms of divine humor, because precisely in the Balkans silence is usually perceived as something deeply suspicious and entirely unnatural.
And while I sit here quietly watching the sea, I find myself thinking about Charlotte of Mecklenburg-Strelitz, the German princess who became the wife of George III, and who gave birth to fifteen children. Fifteen. And thirteen of them survived into adulthood, which for the eighteenth century practically borders on medical science fiction and divine logistics.
Now that is historical discipline.
To remain silent, nod nobly, wear a crown, and meanwhile produce children with the efficiency of a well-organized dynastic factory while men in powdered wigs around you discuss geopolitics, colonies, and philosophy as though they themselves are performing the difficult labor.
And here, of course, I, the modern Balkan woman with coffee, headphones, opinions about everything, and a chronic inability to behave quietly, begin experiencing a certain respect for Charlotte. Because after merely two days of silence I am already conducting internal philosophical debates with myself, staring dramatically at seagulls, and feeling as though I exist inside a Russian novel.
Meanwhile she gave birth to fifteen children.
Honestly, after learning this information I suddenly begin feeling far less tragic.
And yet there is something beautiful in the fact that centuries later women still sit beside the sea thinking about the very same thing: how strange, exhausting, and absurdly beautiful it is to be a woman, regardless of whether one wears a crown or simply holds a cup of coffee with a slightly damaged throat on the shore of the Black Sea.
Many villages across the UK have repurposed iconic red telephone boxes into tiny community libraries, where you can take a book and leave one for someone else to enjoy too if you want to
You can smell the net zero scam. It was never about ‘saving the planet’
We get higher bills, petrol car bans, carbon taxes and heat pumps…
Whilst AI datacentres are preparing to burn gas on site because the grid can’t cope with demand.
fossil fuels are unacceptable for us… but perfectly fine for Big Tech server farms powering our digital prison 🔥
In British politics, PMs come and go… but one legend stays put at 10 Downing St: Larry the Cat
@Number10cat has already outlasted SIX Prime Ministers and is waiting for the next
Purrfect stability 🐱
🎥 via @Independent
It strikes me that a great many ills can be cured by walking through the shade of mighty trees on lanes filled with birdsong. I hope these precious places will always be there to provide quiet and calm in a loud world.
📍 Peak District, England
By some miracle, the truth about the climate agenda somehow made its way onto mainstream UK television.
From 'Yes, Prime Minister' (2013).
Amazingly, this was produced by the BBC.