Imagine having a sense of smell hundreds of times more acute than a human’s and someone attaches an Indian to you where you can’t see him
You run and you run and the odor never diminishes
𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦
Jeremy Clarkson has never pretended to be anything other than exactly what he is
Brutally honest. No oil painting. A pot belly, a lifelong smoker, a drinker. Not exactly the modern alpha male or is he?
And somehow that is the whole point
I have watched him for most of my life
First as a motoring journalist who could make you want a car you would never own and never need
Then as something bigger
The loudest, funniest, most unfiltered mouthpiece the ordinary person ever had
A man who said the thing everyone was thinking while the rest of television tiptoed around it
From Top Gear he built something that should not have worked
Three middle aged men, The Stig, a track and a chemistry you cannot manufacture
James May the patient one
Richard Hammond the brave one
And Clarkson the force of nature dragging both of them into chaos and somehow back out again
When it all fell apart at the BBC he could have disappeared
The fracas was not his finest hour and he never pretended it was
He owned it, apologized and carried on
No reinvention, no groveling tour, no carefully managed comeback
He just kept being himself and let the work speak
The move to Amazon and The Grand Tour proved something I think a lot of people missed
The format was never the magic
The men were
You can take three friends out of a studio and drop them anywhere on earth and the loyalty between them travels with them
But it is Clarkson's Farm where the whole picture finally comes into focus
Here is a man with nothing left to prove walking into a field he barely understands and refusing to fake competence he does not have
He has run that farm at break even and then at an outright loss in full public view
No editing it into a success story
No pretending the numbers work when they do not
His farm manager hands him one brutal truth after another and he sits there and takes it
A whole season swallowed by drought even after he leaned into robotics and the most advanced farming money could buy
Technology was supposed to be the answer and the weather did not care
He showed that too
Most people would have cut it
And through all of it he has done something quietly remarkable
He has dragged the plight of the British farmer into the light
The paperwork, the council, the margins that vanish, the weather that ruins a year of work in a week
People who had never thought about where their food comes from suddenly cared because he made them care
And then there is the part nobody warned me about
Men who raise animals for meat and still love them
Who name them, worry about them, sit with them
Who treat them with respect and dignity right up to the moment they cannot keep them
And feel the full weight of sending them off
He does not hide that
He lets the camera sit in the discomfort of it
The grief of a man who knows the deal he made and still finds it hard
That is not weakness
That is honesty most people are far too afraid to show
We live in an age that rewards the polished, the curated, the carefully built personal brand
And here is a scruffy, swearing, chain smoking farmer who has done the opposite of all of it and won
He stayed exactly who he was while the world begged him to become a product
That is the whole secret
There is no act
There never was
And that is exactly why we keep watching
Praying for a full recovery mate, looking forward to another season of Clarkson's Farms!
Recent events forced us Japanese to look at ourselves again.
I was born long after the war. I used to pity the kamikaze pilots who threw their young lives away in pointless suicide attacks.
It seemed so meaningless.
But if real enemies came to slaughter our wives and daughters, every Japanese man would be consumed by rage and fight to pilot the suicide torpedoes themselves.
Japanese conversation almost never uses subjects. No 'I'. No 'you'.
We live packed together like ants or bees. The collective — our society, our families — is sacred. We would gladly die as one to protect our children.
Yet Western leftists and socialists don't just tolerate it when immigrants rape and violate 250,000 of their own daughters. They celebrate it. They demand more.
They turned the Paris Olympics opening into a grotesque monster festival.
I feel zero shared humanity with them.
No understanding. No empathy.
They are not like us.
They are aliens wearing human skin.
Next America 250 Conservation poast is the story of the Gila Wilderness, the first federally designated "capital W" Wilderness in America. It’s still one of the most remote wilderness areas in the U.S. within our Wilderness network, which is the first of its kind and the largest and best preserved in the world. The Gila is a magnificent system because it's where the Rocky Mountains meet the Chihuahuan Desert. You can find the Gila Trout, one of the rarest in North America, and some of the best Gould's turkey habitat in the U.S. which is actually the largest North American turkey.
Aldo Leopold, the father of the field of wildlife biology, was working as forest service employee in New Mexico. He proposed setting aside the Gila River headwaters and denying any building of roads or development to preserve it for what he called “primitive recreation.” He published his ideas in a scholarly journal in the field of Forestry, saying there should be a continuous stretch of our country preserved in its natural state. He spoke to Arthur Carhart about Trappers Lake in the Flattops where he first got the idea.
The Gila Wilderness was the first of its kind in the world, and would be the model for the 1964 Wilderness Act 40 years later. So while Trappers Lake in the previous post was the cradle of Wilderness, the Gila Wilderness was the first legal and administrative protection of a wild place "untrammeled by man".
The ideas of Aldo Leopold would go on to form the foundation for American conservation, and not strictly as a preservationist, he famously noted American conservation involves the axe, plow, cow, and gun. From the single pioneering Gila Wilderness designation in 1924 we now have a National Wilderness Preservation System with around 100 million acres across 44 states. The Gila is the cornerstone, it built the philosophical and political foundation for the broader Wilderness system.
We don’t have 60 votes for the House-passed SAVE America Act
But we do have a simple majority
Given the bill’s widespread bipartisan popularity, we could pass it with a simple majority—by debating it until it passes
I explain how in this clip
Share if you want this to happen
A man photographed the Sun every day for three years from the same spot and at the same time.
He then combined all the images to reveal the Sun’s movement across the sky throughout the year.
Rascal is still out there and radios in when he can, or when he decides to, rather 😉. This week he thought a handy @ShadowSysUSA in tiger stripe my do the trick. Sometimes you have to wander back into town to resupply camp and you don't always need a big bore. Thanks, as always, to @SummRidge for helping foot the bill for this week's piece!
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@Derpisback@japan_nobunaga Haven't been to Cabela's or Bass Pro in years. Are their prices competitive with buying online (PSA, Buds, etc) with shipping and FFL fees added on?
Y’all told me a 13-year-old boy was a woman.
Now y’all want me outraged because somebody said Michelle Obama is a man.
Pick a lane.
If we’re playing Guess Who with biology, everybody gets a turn.
I’m not saying Michelle Obama is a man.
I’m saying after the last few years, apparently facts are negotiable.
I’m just ASKing. 🥷⚔️🇺🇸