No such thing as a carnivore and Outlaw Seed Gangs

[Guest guest]

Re: indian veg

 

> Claiming your allergic to dairy

> products and would die horribly if you ingest even 1 nanogram is a good way

> to get them to tell you the truth.

 

And not because they care or anything but just because they could not risk

having the authorities around because no one in the kitchen has a visa,

like.

 

So what is Hindi for Nanogram and does he have a temple in Shrinagar or

Banares?

 

 

Interesting thought came to me today in conversation with a homeopathic vet

while taking an old ladies cat for some pampering and to have he glands

squeezed. Rather him that me anyday.

 

Oh. This is not going to be kosher, so if you are of a gentile nature or

just about to have breakfast, hit apple-X [ or command-delete if you must ]

.... now. But it will add to your factual artillery.

 

We were talking about diet given that the old lady had spoil it rotten on

better food than she had eaten but I was all for feeding it rice and

seaweed. Actually, I've discovered dogs love seaweed [ I have seen setters

and weimaraners jump 4 foot for toasted nori sheets and almost lost fingers

in the process ] and that it is not impossible to get it down cats gullets,

so dumb as they are to think it must be feeshes

 

He saw no wrong in this and in fact pointed out that in the wild cats off

all sizes get regular servings of grains and grasses - mostly, albeit, from

inside tasty herbivores. [ think of it as reverse sushi. Rice with the meat

on the *outside* ]. Continuing, he noted that big cats are known to go for

the innards first as delicacy.

 

And what is inside them but swollen half cooked [ or half digested ] grains,

fruit and veg! Likewise little pussies even get their share naturally from

birdies and meeces. Anyone whose big borther tried that trick with a load of

wheat and a glass of water, think how much pigeon can pack in. Where did the

New England Patriots get the idea of turkey stuffing anyway?

 

Who has ever seen a picky cats spit out the roughage from insides one of its

prey? No me. I guess it must be a little bit like meally pudding sausages.

 

So that was the first revelation, that even *real* carnivores eat veg and

grain. Bollox to your macho meathead men, they are fakes.

 

Then I read Graham's erudite as ever post about Outlaw Seed Gangs. Throw

away the keys to your Harley Davidson, quit packing Uzis as you ride bros;

you wanna be a rile Outlaw, try trading in seeds the multinational

corporations don¹t want you ... and no, we are not talking about locoweed

here.

 

I don¹t know how many folks realise this. I did not until I got a flat with

a little garden outside of it a couple of years ago. It was the first time

that I had ever owned any dirt in my life and I wanted to grow some old

fashioned / wild indigenous / native plants.

 

After the first summer of 30 x 8 feet sunflowers and a bouquet of what ever

said " shake and grow " or " easy for kids " , I went to the local trendy

garden centre to try and buysomething more obscure and ecletic. After all,

even I might have visitors someday and want to show off my kewl obscurity.

 

I was shocked to discover that I was *not allowed* to!

 

that it was *against the law* [ whose law? ]!

 

And if I wanted to go forth and multiply, like what it is wrote, that I join

an Outlaw Seed Gang and only trade them with other club members. No money

allowed to pass our between our hands for fear of persecution!

 

I was amazed. This made the whole bruhah over GMO look like a Greenpeace PR

stunt to get Melchett a better job with a better paying agency.

 

Indigenous seeds were illegal whereas one could only buy annonymous,

infertile, Repliplants [ tm ] identical to all those in your neighbour's and

neighbour's neighbour's gardens. The Great Mob Cartel had it sown up again.

 

I am sure that Graham or someone could make this much more clear and

accurate but check it out folks. Our natural heritage has been stolen from

out beneath our very feet. Go forth and prospect for a chapter and " Support

your Local Outlaw Seed Gang " now.

 

One last ramble; and this is really for Dee and Ebrew if they get this far,

I was listen to a radio four programme on blue whales and their songs [

remember the radio? It is just like the internet but without the repetitive

strain injury ]. It remarked on how little we actually knew about these

marvellous beasts and how it has only been a few years since we started to

study their songs.

 

Of course, what came to my mind what a continuation of the punk mice thread

of a few days ago and instead imagine a Larsen-esque cartoon about " Whale

Songs " .

 

On the left is a cartoon; " what we think they are singing " .

 

On the right there is a cartoon; : what they are actually singing "

 

On the left, it a romantic image of hippy whales whining in unison; " the

earth is out mother and we must respect her .... "

 

On the right there are a gang of punk whales thrashing;

 

" we're gonna kill, kill, kill that krill, krill, krill truck loads at a

time .and lock up your daughters for it wont be long, before were shagging

her with our 12 foot dong ... "

 

as they steam through the Atlantic crests blowing plumes.

 

Anyway. Apparently whales are having to get into kind of gothic industrial

techo what with the noise of all the cargo ships chugging around their

patch. Noise levels having risen about a hundred times during the last

century.

 

In whale terms, like living ones life constantly at surrounded by the noise

level of a cocktail party. [ Not that I get invited to any ].

 

This is so sad. How long with they take to gets round to stopping that and

return to the days of sail. Or even care to think about it.

 

Shut up.

 

john