I once had a BBQ in the Lake District and the caravan I was staying at had a badger so… Well as I had done before put out food for the badger that toured the area (badgers are Britain’s largest remaining carnivore – apart from me and you – since the extinction of wolves – which are kinda cool when they aren’t chewing on your femur).
There seems to be afoot a half-arsed attempt in terms of highly (and I mean highly dubious “science”) a badger-cull (science an astrrophysicist would regard as complete and utter bollocks) that is both wrong morally, ecologically, scientifically and poiintless. So, badgers….
I know that is at best annoying. At worst dreadful. We can use these Turing machines for all sorts of things.
I asked about the badger cull. These machines make this easy. You ask too. You can. However rich or poor you are you have more bits of power warming your sexual area to read the news-feeds than any great sultan of yore. The sort who considered an abacus SofTA. I think that is even old fashioned.
If you object to the badger cull you can do something about it. You can know how. Upon your lap you have an organ of generation more powerful than any penis or vagina of the greatest potentate of yore. And it probably was bought knock-down at Walmart or Target or Currys.
We can change things without politics as previously seen.
Or not. Your call, your laptop.
I honestly don’t know if this cull is a good idea but I am convinced enough it is wrong (and I tend to be conservative on such matters) that it is (and this is not the only reason) that if my wife goes to peacefully, lawfully, to disrupt a cull I’ll be there. The “science” seems iffy at best so let’s call it. There is physics, the discipline of Newton, Maxwell, Einstein… which is about the most profound insights into the Universe, and there is chemistry which is dull but useful and then there is this sort of drivel. It isn’t even biology (which is both fascinating – increasingly so- and useful – increaiingly so- unless you want to be a Timelord). What the fuck is “Agricultural Science”. It’s a numpty science at best.
PS I put out a corn-cob after having eaten the corn. The badger or some fucking thing ate the cob. It wasn’t me in my pants crawling on the gravel and strangling foxes. I think I was watching a DVD at the time. Look what happens in rural areas stays there.
PPS As I suggested about the ‘net, you can find out too. You can decide and you can act or not. You can do it. Or not. Your choice.