Jeremy Clarkson’s Farm show on Amazon is the most radicalizing piece of mainstream media I’ve ever seen
Just one example (bear with me):
Badgers became a protected species in Britain 40+ years ago.
The population has exploded and now frequently transmits tuberculosis to cows
But farmers can’t cull the badger population to protect their cattle because the government still considers them to be endangered
Instead of addressing the root cause, the UK has the most batshit testing regime for cattle
There’s no TB vaccine. So the cattle have to get tested. The vets administering the test have to measure welts on the cows neck. Whether a cow lives or dies comes down to a vet trying to discern 1mm on a caliper (reactive vs non reactive).
If a cow tests positive, the farm (already running on super thin margins) is quarantined and starts hemorrhaging money.
Jeremy Clarkson’s cow (pregnant with twins) has an inconclusive test so it’s separated from the herd. It receives a second inconclusive test so they have to kill it (before it can give birth to the twins).
Now here’s the kicker: the autopsy reveals no sign of TB. It was a healthy cow needlessly killed
So - silver lining the farm should be removed from quarantine, right? WRONG - it’s still under quarantine and has to keep testing and can’t sell its beef
Kafkaesque doesn’t even begin to describe how f’d up it is for British farmers
In 1884, Ulysses S. Grant was dying of throat cancer and was dead broke.
His money was wiped out by a swindler who stole his fortune.
Desperate to leave something for his wife, he agreed to write his Civil War memoirs and was close to signing a contract for a meager 10% royalty.
Mark Twain stepped in, called the deal robbery and offered Grant 70% of the profits through his own publishing company.
Grant raced death to finish the book, completing it just days before he died in July 1885.
It became one of the greatest memoirs ever written.
The royalties left his widow nearly half a million dollars, about $16 million today, and the book has never gone out of print.
Tolkien used to write deliberately non-standard grammar to emphasize certain words. For example, instead of saying "his crown was gold," he might say "gold was his crown."
This is called copular inversion or predicate fronting, or in poetic terms, anastrophe. It's a rhetorical device that puts the most important concept first in the reader's mind, but he did it to evoke the free word order of Old English which gives the prose an archaic and mythic quality.
When I got arrested for Nazi Pug, I got held in jail until my court date due to the "serious nature" of my "offence".
But the guy who threw a toddler into a crocodile enclosure to try and have him ripped limb from limb has already been bailed the very next day.
Clown country.
A 15-year-old girl who had loved wrestling since she was four got put on a mat against a fucking male while the adults in charge knew exactly what they were doing.
She didn’t know. They did. By the end of that match she was sobbing and running to her mother after getting digitally raped through her singlet. She still had to shake the bastard’s hand. Her own coaches just walked the fuck away.
Her mother reported it the next day like any decent parent would. The law and their own policy said report it to the Title IX coordinator immediately and get law enforcement involved within 48 hours.
These gutless fucks did nothing for 53 days. Fifty-three fucking days of silence while they protected their precious policy and kept letting males into girls’ sports.
Only when a journalist started asking questions did these cowards suddenly remember how to do their fucking jobs. The next day they finally filed the report.
The principal had the balls to call the mother afterward and say they take this shit “very seriously.” Seriously? You spineless pricks sat on a sexual assault complaint for nearly two months and only moved when the press showed up.
And what did it cost? The girl quit wrestling. A sport she’d loved since she was four years old. She quit because she no longer trusted the adults in charge to protect her. Students bullied the shit out of her after the story broke and not one coach or administrator lifted a finger to stop it.
They protected the policy. They protected their own asses. They left the girl to carry it alone. Fuck every last one of them.
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Saw a bee sitting on a daisy and went over to take a picture. Someone else saw the bee first, it seems.
@OldHollowTree, if you are missing a bee, this one is not coming back.
One thing is for sure. When Democrats are counting votes, crazy, statistically impossible things are possible.
Joe Biden can lose 18 out of 19 bellwether counties. He can lose Iowa, Ohio, and Florida. He can lose massive House seats and still get the most votes in presidential history.
It's MAGIC.
Madison wants pink pigs now because that’s her favorite color and loves bacon and no longer wants horses, but cows instead so she can milk them and make ice cream. The girl yearns for the farm life.
@SaltyMommaC@lecternleader@BasedMikeLee Seventh Day Adventists absolutely believe in the Trinity, Jesus as Savior and only way to salvation, and rely solely on the Holy Bible for any clarification. Not sure where that doesn't fit into the Christian label.
When I finished casting my ballot in the LA mayoral primary on Tuesday, the Dominion machine asked whether I wanted to review my ballot in case I had changed my mind about any of the candidates.
I selected—Yes.
Guess who came up first? Spencer Pratt.
The machine asked if I had changed my mind, and I selected—No.
Then guess what?
It didn’t even bother asking me about the other candidates or ballot measures. It simply said, “Your ballot is complete.”
Basically: Thanks, now fuck off.
The whole fucking thing is rigged.
In other words, a communist freedom fighter who basically burned L.A. to the ground and had no water to put it out wins the primary.
I’ll never understand the men who refuse to cook or claim it’s women’s work; I courted my wife mostly in the kitchen. “Come over, let me make you dinner.” and now, a decade later, I am frying up steak while she plays with the children in the garden.
Cook, bro. It’s so good.
There is a restaurant in Texas where they bring you food until you tell them to stop.
They do not tell you to stop. You tell them.
I did not know a man could be trusted with such power. I confess I wept.
In my country, when a host feeds you, you finish what is served. To leave food on the plate is to insult the hands that made it. This is not my opinion. This is the law of the table.
So when the man said "all you can eat," I did not hear an offer. I heard a challenge of honor.
The house was offering me everything it had. To stop before the house stopped would be to call the house stingy. I would not insult the house.
Plate one, fried chicken. I bowed. I finished it.
Plate two, ribs. I bowed. I finished it.
Plate three. Four. Five.
The house did not stop. So neither did I.
A waiter came and said, kindly, that I could stop whenever I wished.
I told him I did not come here to wish. I came here to settle a debt of honor.
He brought a manager. The manager brought water. I do not drink water during battle.
By the second hour, the kitchen had slowed. I took this as weakness in the enemy and pressed forward.
By the third hour I could no longer feel my face. But a samurai does not retreat simply because his face has left him.
They turned off the lights and closed the restaurant around me. I remained seated. Still chewing. The last man at the table.
I won.
I have not eaten since. That was eleven days ago.
So tell me honestly. When the sign says all you can eat, who is supposed to surrender first?
Because it will not be me.