Iceland has a breed of sheep that nobody breeds for meat, because for a thousand years it has been bred for one quality only. Judgement.
They are called forystufe. Leader sheep. Taller, longer in the leg, narrower through the body, oddly marked, and always at the front, with their heads up while the rest of the flock has its head down. When they move, the flock moves. Nobody votes.
A proven leader sold for two or three times the price of a good sheep. Bloodlines became famous. When a great one died, the farm kept the head.
And the claim attached to them sounds like folklore until you read the records. They know the weather is coming, sometimes a full day out. If the leader will not leave the barn on a morning that looks perfectly fine, you do not move the flock. Farmers arranged their winters around the opinion of a sheep, and wrote it down as fact.
Autumn round-up, 1884. A large flock is being driven across the interior when a blizzard comes down on open sand and rock. Every landmark goes. You cannot pitch a tent on that ground and turning back is worse than going on.
At the front is a ram called Surtur, from Svinavatn, already known as a superior leader. The fjallkongur, the man running the round-up, makes a decision. He hands the whole thing to the sheep and tells his men to stay together.
A third of the way across, Surtur stops, turns, and walks back down through the flock to find the men. His face is packed solid with ice and he cannot see. They clear it. He returns to the front and walks back into the weather.
He comes back for the same service several more times that night. Nobody has to fetch him.
Then he stops and will not move at all. The men feel about and find grass under their boots, which tells them they are off the desert and nothing else whatsoever.
At dawn the storm eases and they work out where they are.
They are standing on the exact spot the round-up stops every year after crossing the sands. Surtur had halted there since he was a lamb. Afterwards the fjallkongur told his owner that without the ram, men would have died out there as well as sheep.
There are fewer than 1,500 leader sheep left, all of them descended from one district in the north east. Iceland recognised them as a breed of their own in 2017. There is a small museum out there, run by a local teacher, with the heads of the great ones on the wall and a coffee blend named after the animals. The saying on the wall is that if you wear clothes made from their wool, you will always find your way home.
Genetic work has since confirmed they really are distinct from every other Icelandic sheep. The folklore was right. Folklore usually is, out where the weather kills people.
No laboratory. No pedigree software. No genome. Just farmer after farmer, century after century, watching which animal was at the front when the light went, and breeding from that one.
A thousand years of selecting a sheep for its judgement, and at the end of it they built it a museum.
And here we are, in the country that calls them stupid.
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Simple.
Umbridge does one thing the main villain doesn't do, that none of the other villains do.
She pretends to be on the heroes' side. And prevents them from defending themselves.
This is how the human mind evolved. Foemen, tribal enemies who oppose us on the field of battle, provoke our fear, anger, even hatred. But traitors provoke our contempt and disgust.
We instinctively know that a disloyal friend is worse than an enemy.
Against an enemy, we can defend ourselves, and our tribe will support us. Oppose the traitor, and she will cry that she is an innocent victim, and we are the evil ones.
The traitor not only betrays her own tribe, she turns her tribe against each other.
But it's worse than that. The enmity between this tribe and that, between lion and zebra, between farmer and rat, is dictated by opposing interests, by incompatible needs.
Our cruelty to the foe is forced upon us. It is the indifference of the universe, manifesting its conclusion through us. It's adaptation, not sadism.
The traitor isn't like that. She didn't have to do it. She could have supported the tribe, and everyone, including her, would have been fine.
The traitor didn't have her path forced on her. She chose it out of spite, or for gain.
Traitors are worse. So we hate them more.
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Before going to bed tonight, please remember to put the people of Yola Town in Adamawa State in your prayers.
Today’s heavy rainfall caused severe flooding across many parts of the town. Homes have been destroyed, lives have been lost including children and the elderly ones, and many are now homeless.
It’s truly heartbreaking. May God comfort those who are grieving and strengthen everyone affected by this disaster.
On GMOs.
Firstly, permit me to throw data to the wind. Only time.
90% of people arguing about GMOs, reading this thread - have never handled genetic materials, edited genes. Probably never will.
I eat CRISPR-CAS9 for lunch.
I write this thread, as a subject authority.
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Khabib humiliated, annihilated & stripped Conor off any integrity or honour he had left in him. He broke him.