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You know, cows are lucky. Their favorite food is grass. There’s grass everywhere. So if they’re hungry, they just have to put their head down and eat. Did I mention there is grass everywhere? It’s like if we take a walk in the park, and there is plates of steak everyone. Wouldn’t that be nice?
*everywhere*, not everyone…
When I look at that picture I see plates of steak (and chicken) everywhere.
Oh, thank god, not another pic of vultures and intestines and things…
*everywhere*, not everyone…
Plates of steak for everyone!
I used to regard my grandparents’ house as a kind of natural supermarket. They had wild strawberries, raspberries, mulberries, persimmons, gooseberries, hickory nuts, and walnuts growing on their land, plus honeysuckle (from which you can draw a sweet nectar, if you know how). That was in addition to the garden, which I admit they had some hand in. For most of the year you could find something to eat just laying around. It was a wonderland.
Wow Angie, Eutopia.
I think I found my next goal in life. Cultivate a plant that grows prime rib. The sun can be the slow roaster. Get some venture funding, we’ll make millions! We can then buy that new Chicagoboyz mobile command and control center/relief work mobile camp. Lots of humanitarian aid we can give with that money too. Yeah, humanitarian aid, that’s the goal of course.
That’s right, Incog, and why stop there. I understand that with today’s sophisticated gene-splicing technologies scientists have created a cow that writes acceptable NYT editorials.
What is this life if, full of care
We have no time to stand and stare
No time to stand beneath the boughs
And stare as long as sheep and cows
(W.H. Davies)