I grew up in the “country”, Now I live in the country again, on a milk and beef farm. Want to know the weather? Look out of the window … oh, how true.
The majority of the population live in cities. Fair enough. They buy their “fresh” food, portioned and sealed under cellophane. Fair enough.
But it doesn’t take much imagination to picture how you can buy three whole chickens for £10.
Or how those cows get to lactate and then so generously give us all their milk?
Concrete feed lots with steers up to their knees in their own shit, gorging on barley and soya beans.
And all the rest …
It’s not exactly rocket science.
Like smokers who are perfectly aware that it’s not good for them, we just don’t think about it.
And of course that includes cheese-eating vegetarians.
Father Christmas and tooth fairies never hurt anyone but the sentimental childhood fantasies about jolly farm animals (they spaced on diazepam or what?) are like an inoculation against the truth and a licence for horror.
And I eat meat …
.. and just read George Monbiot on farming fairytales.