Aw shit, there they go again!
Aw shit, there they go again! Destroying the earth with their methane farts. Clogging our arteries with their saturated fat. Tempting us with their poisonous cream. The target of all our environmental problems on planet earth, trying to look all bucolic on their pasture.
Quick, someone plant me a GMO soybean field and buy me some mercury laden lightbulbs so I can redeem myself.
See that scrub at the front of the picture? That is one mammoth outcropping of granite. Granite and limestone and thin scrubby soils, that’s what we’re working with here on the cusp of the Canadian Shield.
What to grow? What to grow? The vegans say grains and legumes so they can make refined foods that emulate meat. Sorry, can’t do it. There’s not enough soil. Wait, I could rip out all of our forests, fill the wetlands, kick out all inhabitants of this rich and diversified ecosystem we call our farm, and then… maybe? Well, I’d have to truck in synthetic fertilizers of course – the stuff that tries to mimic manure, but ends up destroying the fertility of the land in the end. Hey, kinda’ like what their synthetic foods do to them.
All that work and energy and environmental destruction to grow a food that is hard to digest, absorb, and can’t even shine a light on the nutrients found in pastured animals. What the hell is happening?
Fuck that. Instead, we steward our land and animals based on nature’s laws, not some depleted raisin brain’s ideals that omit all biology from the equation. Instead we keep animals on the land. Our bodies rejoice and thrive. The land greedily absorbs all the nutrients the animals return to it. The ecosystems are full of all manner of flora and fauna. All because of this sacred beast and its beastie friends doing what nature intended.
p.s. In the hammering out of this post, standing at the edge of the pasture, I was visited by 2 leopard frogs, a jumbo fatty bullfrog, two barn swallows gathering food for their babes that live in our barn, a legion of dragonflies keeping the mosquitos off me, and a sweet, little Woodcock. Wondering if the “plant based posse” will be starting a sanctuary for all of these creatures, too?