*cough* (straightens tie) ...now, as I was saying,...
To continue, o constant listener,
I am bound to give the whole of my view point on the climate apocalypse, as the demons of my mind give me no respite until I have purged myself of such wicked thoughts. so:
3.a little gesture is a drop in the ocean, albeit a cow-shaped one: to begin, I am deeply, truely sorry to all I offend, but I must tell my true and unadulterated view on the matter. so; cows. big. dumb. wasteful in almost every way. an average polygastric (which include all breeds of cow) produces about 6 litres of methane gas in a given day. charming. it takes on average about 3 years to rear a cow, at about 20 litres of water per day. I won't here play the calculator, but you get the picture; lots of o-zone depletion and o-so-very-much water loss just to produce one cow worth of meat. now the truely bad news; that isn't going to change. people love meat, as it is extemely important on both cultural and biological grounds. we are built to eat meat, and we have to machinate the process, as we have done in farms, in order to feed our massive and expansive gestalt we have made of ourselves. I mean, the requirements in meat that even just one city (pick one, but don't make it too big) generates is so massive that even if you and everyone you know swore off meat, statistically the demand and, more importantly, the supply, is not in any way reduced. hunger strikes may have worked once, but last time I checked, Ghandi don' live here no mo'. the best we can hope for is to find viable alternatives for our meat requirements. which brings me back to soylentgreen. maybe not so appetising, but people contain, in abundance, all those essential elements and proteins a body needs, and the the thought of all that untapped potential festering away in cemetaries while people cry "famine" and whine for a lack of options actually wrenches my gut marginally more than the thought of a reconstituted don't-think-where-it-came-from sandwich. probably just me, but to survive, we need to adapt, we need to display every bit of utilitarianism that I know we have displayed throughout history, with a similar lack of regard. end justifying means time, my friends. thats what it comes down to.
more as it comes.
your ob'dnt servant,
The Disco Bison.
I am bound to give the whole of my view point on the climate apocalypse, as the demons of my mind give me no respite until I have purged myself of such wicked thoughts. so:
3.a little gesture is a drop in the ocean, albeit a cow-shaped one: to begin, I am deeply, truely sorry to all I offend, but I must tell my true and unadulterated view on the matter. so; cows. big. dumb. wasteful in almost every way. an average polygastric (which include all breeds of cow) produces about 6 litres of methane gas in a given day. charming. it takes on average about 3 years to rear a cow, at about 20 litres of water per day. I won't here play the calculator, but you get the picture; lots of o-zone depletion and o-so-very-much water loss just to produce one cow worth of meat. now the truely bad news; that isn't going to change. people love meat, as it is extemely important on both cultural and biological grounds. we are built to eat meat, and we have to machinate the process, as we have done in farms, in order to feed our massive and expansive gestalt we have made of ourselves. I mean, the requirements in meat that even just one city (pick one, but don't make it too big) generates is so massive that even if you and everyone you know swore off meat, statistically the demand and, more importantly, the supply, is not in any way reduced. hunger strikes may have worked once, but last time I checked, Ghandi don' live here no mo'. the best we can hope for is to find viable alternatives for our meat requirements. which brings me back to soylentgreen. maybe not so appetising, but people contain, in abundance, all those essential elements and proteins a body needs, and the the thought of all that untapped potential festering away in cemetaries while people cry "famine" and whine for a lack of options actually wrenches my gut marginally more than the thought of a reconstituted don't-think-where-it-came-from sandwich. probably just me, but to survive, we need to adapt, we need to display every bit of utilitarianism that I know we have displayed throughout history, with a similar lack of regard. end justifying means time, my friends. thats what it comes down to.
more as it comes.
your ob'dnt servant,
The Disco Bison.