It seems that so many people seem to currently have a beef with cows, or indeed more accurately their gas, or rather as we in the uk like to call it a Trump.
Now I cannot in all honesty lay claim at the door (I know most fields have gates not doors) of the cows themselves, nor their anus’. Yes these beautiful and sadly very edible creatures do produce a lot of methane, let’s face it a cow just cannot fly, even though they are evidently full of gas, and if they did we would all end up with a pat on the head.
The numbers of cows, and other domesticated and invented animals in agriculture (sheep a prime example of a creature designed by millennia of human farming and breeding by design), are the issue. Most of us can generally cope with one partners trumps throughout the night, but if you slept with a football team in a small room after they had been eating weetabix all the previous day, well I suspect breathing apparatus would be preferred over silk sheets.
Even so would you feed all the men or women on the team untested chemicals, or just reassess your sexual appetite?
Now my personal belief is that if we reduced the need for breeding cattle by er let’s say……….0.168% (the percentage of billionaires to the rest of the world’s population), a good level of the damage could be reversed, especially as these ‘billionaires ‘ seem to have the most dramatically negative impact upon the planet. A bog standard Rolls Royce for instance is 6,200cc. That’s 6.2litres of fuel to fill the cylinders on each rotation of the engine. I can only imagine what the environmental impact of a pre catalytic converter version is, but even so a bus that carries 76 passengers is likely only around 7litres.
Now there are some people that are not even millionaires, who fly planes, but the difference between a 5240cc cessna 172, burning roughly 7 – 9 gallons per hour, and even a small Lear jet 31a burning 202 gallons per hour is dramatically different.
Most of us reading this (and definitely me writing it) are not millionaires, a significant number of us (me included) will have no saving at all. Even eating out at somewhere that’s only one step up from what I believe to be, terrorist backing, McDonald’s is a once in a blue moon treat, and often though we would love to leave a tip for the lovely waiting on staff, we can’t afford to and eat.
A billionaire I imagine could eat anywhere without worrying about the cost, even if it has to include the meals for their paid lackie’s and the additional security. I can’t be sure though as – if you hadn’t already guessed, I am no billionaire.
My nipping the 8 – 10 miles on a weekend to Matlock Bath, in Derbyshire, on my 1500cc motorbike doesn’t really equate to a billionaires trip on their Lear Jet to a bordering erm……….continent.
Now I am not writing this as a jealous human, to be honest, when my health allows, I cannot believe there is any feeling to equate to riding my bike, and even if it’s to the same destination every time, it’s where my friends are, where I am known, and most of all where I am safe if my health deteriorated. It’s my version of heaven most of the time.
My hobby is tinkering with my bike and yes flying into space too, but that one I do in my mind and record in my writing. Hopefully the impact my life has upon the atmosphere is negligible. My wardrobe is generally flown in from the closest charity shop, carboot or market, so not many air-miles to offset there.
I do drink milk, though not copious amounts and only very rarely eat beef, usually any meat I do have is chicken or pork. I am not a proud omnivore either, and respect all my friends that are vegetarian, pescatarian (Oscar my fish is not on anyone’s menu, be warned!) or vegan, I have tried to cut out meat, but my diet is already complex due to health conditions and meds,(yes just another selfish lazy-arse meat eater full of excuses).
Now I am losing my point a little here, not as much as some reading this are losing their will to….well you get my meaning. But my point is my hobbies do not include building spaceships, punching holes in the ozone, nor do I, as sadly I believe the majority of billionaires do, invest in the arms industries, in munitions, military aviation, missiles research and development (BAE systems a prime example), basically in war.
I don’t bribe politicians or even in some cases own them, (not that i could even afford to offer them a pint), I personally don’t have any influence on any country’s policy at home or abroad, though I wish I did. I have never used subterfuge, corruption or lies to influence how others see me. I, as almost everyone else on the planet do not crave power, I am no self declared leader, no celebrity, social media or otherwise. I am a grumpy bloke that’s lived long enough to have a little experience that informs my own brand of I guess wisdom, without any claim to be actually wise.
I see corporations as being the conglomeration of materialism for gain, and only, yes only to feed into the quaffers of their billionaire and even millionaire shareholders.
So again if we rid Earth of its billionaires, maybe we would be actually able to reorganise the way food is farmed and distributed, to save the huge carbon footprints developed by transportation.
Imagine if all our lettuces were British grown, given those farmed in Britain are often exported abroad. We should be organising into communities for produce as much as possible, but who owns shares in all the biggest transport groups, the cargo fleets at sea or in the air? Well you or even your folks might have a few shares, but most of you won’t be invited to the DHL board Xmas party. Not that Musk, Gates or even Branson would likely attend unless it was on a private island in the Seychelles?
The point is billionaires do not actually bring anything to the table of the world other than a lust for money, gold, control and power. Everything they invest in becomes theirs and is only ever for profiteering.
They invest in war, in poverty and power. We the “poor” (which is a term I may use to describe myself on a material level, and always proportional to what is being discussed, as in compared to billionaires we all likely are financially and materially poor in comparison, however, may be deemed as materialistically rich compared to someone existing on the streets here in the UK or anywhere in this world,) do not have any real value to a billionaire. We are simply either defined as eaters, people who only exist to eat away at the resources that would solely be those owned or rather claimed by the billionaires if we did not exist, or we are a measure of the proportional wealth of each of them. We make being super rich special, give them something to feel superior to.
They may invest in our ideas, in our skills, but only to profit themselves.
I attended the last ever Queens garden party. Not I must add through personal choice, but because I had an obligation to others who had worked tirelessly, and/or put themselves at risk during the pandemic, the invitation being their recognition.
Whilst there I can truly state that I found out who our – the majority of human beings, true enemy is. They are not immigrants or refugees, they are not exclusively foreign either. They do not tend to wear a uniform or even carry their own gun. They likely are not even the majority of so called decision makers we love to hate and despise (even though that’s usually for the right reasons), it’s those people that are so far aloof from us that we have no influence upon their lives in any way.
I spoke to the chap who hat been the Queens personal butler for the majority of the latter part of her reign. He was exceedingly intoxicated (pissed as the proverbial newt in reality). He spent over twenty minutes telling us how fabulous the Queen (God bless her sunken soul) was, but each example only truly proved how vile she realy was. It displayed a person that believed herself to actually be God’s representative upon Earth and a woman who was morally bound to judge, condemn and order all she met. This was a person that had no understanding of the ‘real world’, who didn’t bother with cash because that was for commoners. If things were not to her exact liking she would chastise those who were close enough to blame, whether politician, Admiral or footman.
She had it seemed to me no more care for the people than Charles the first, but in her way far more power. Remember she was not only the figurehead of the Establishment, here and likely in most if not all countries, she was also a billionaire, and the person who directed and controlled all of the corruption, misdeeds and behaviours of all those around her.
She was not some lovable pensioner, sitting in the granny flat of Britain, she was, in my humble opinion, a truly narcissistic sociopath. In reality how could anyone brought up to be above all others, be anything else? (One of many reasons Monarchy and Royalty should not exist).
No doubt there will be some, now screaming for my republican socialist head (I am only a global not nationalistic republican) on a spike, and even a few staunch CofE followers calling me heretic.
Just to be clear, my head would not look good on a stake, to be honest it doesn’t look that great on my shoulders and that’s it’s natural home.
I also was introduced to the so called diplomats that were supposedly to be the communication link between us commoners and those who we were supposed to see as our betters. However after speaking to and observing these over dressed (morning suits and top hats) peacocks, often once out of their exclusively male roped off enclosure, complete with medieval style tents, wandering with very beautiful young women, that were evidently not related to them in any way beyond the ornamental, it soon became clear that the only phrase they could parrot and even then only restrictedly process the answer, from commoners English, was “oh and what did you have for breakfast”. It made Pygmalion look like a contemporary film of today’s society.
We did get to have a lovely conversation with I believe the Japanese Ambassador and his wife, and they truly were at odds to those representing the UK. They were affable and polite.
Again please excuse my digression, however just to be clear I drove to London in my little mini, sadly many others arrived in far more formal and less environmentally supportive vehicles. The constant overwatch helicopter itself wasn’t the best advocate for taking global warming with any kind of serious position.
On the way home from the palace, with my soul mate and rock, we were lucky enough to observe those lovely lads of the Bullingham Club, who even now it seemed carried the same moral values of Cameron and Johnson….none!
So basically the point of this I suppose essay of sorts, is, to show that cutting the need for cows by 0.168% not only saves the methane produced by 0.168% of cattle, but also has the additional bonus of reducing the carbon footprint billionaires feel entitled and are actually able to cause at whim, by those carbon footprints caused by the drive to prioritise profit to shareholders over need, to reduce the effect of the poisons and damage caused to the planet (if not it’s population) by conflict and war, almost always exclusively designed with profiteering for billionaires in mind, and by the raping of our assets both nationally and globally
Remember building obsolescence into products ensures the need to upgrade, and this deliberate obsolescence is all about profit, to make sure you upgrade and they continue to make money. i-phone is a classic example of this, ensuring that the removal of support and updates means you either update every two years or your phone becomes virtually unusable.
So we can truly effect in a positive way the climate change in this world, just by adopting the tools employed by those who affect it most adversely, their main one being it seems eradication, only we can do this without copying their murder, their genocide, we can do it simply by a distribution of wealth. No need to kill the billionaires just seize assets and put the money back into the public systems and infrastructure it was stolen from
Actually we could even build upon this success, and include millionaires in the equation. Just think how much better our world would be, a little more equality, more choice, less pollution, less war, even significantly less need for greed.
I reckon this could even save not just these doomed generations of our species, but the entire planet and all life upon it.
And no, still no one gets to eat my fish – Oscar, he is my version of a pet dog!
Jonesy, simply a human 