A cocktail of toxins is poisoning our fields. Its effect on humans? Nobody can tell us
George Monbiot
As we’re not keeling over en masse, not much.
A cocktail of toxins is poisoning our fields. Its effect on humans? Nobody can tell us
George Monbiot
As we’re not keeling over en masse, not much.
Its odd that he wasn’t too bothered about jabbing billions of people with a largely untested gene therapy then…….
Luckily, the toxins won’t be fatal until we’re all dead from global warming.
Monbiot:
Fawltey:
Listen, don’t mention […]. I mentioned it once, but I think I got away with it all right.
What Jim said!
Something will kill us all. Individually I mean, not some mass extinction space monster nuclear war.
It may be eating too many pies, being poisoned by lead in the water pipes, old age in bed or the side effects of taking an untested jibby jab at the behest of some paid off goverment pharma shills.
Given that the cocktail of toxins he’s wabbling on about has meant we don’t have to spend our entire lives scratching around in the dirt for food with the occasional break to be dragged off to war to possibly be gutted to make some royal ponce look good, I think I’m ok with it.
I’m thinking yet again of my hero Borlaug.
After all, we still have more than enough food to feed 8 billion people.
We live in a highly artificial world. Everything, from our kitchens to our streets to 99% of the English landscape has been moulded by the hand of man. And life expectancy has tripled as a result. So Monbiot can fuck off to his cave.
Chernyy Drakon:
“It may be eating too many pies, being poisoned by lead in the water pipes, old age in bed or the side effects of taking an untested jibby jab at the behest of some paid off goverment pharma shills.”
Please let it be pies.
I remain to be convinced that there can be such a thing as “too many pies”.
I’m determined I’m going to die in my 90s in bed, due to vigorous exercise. 😉
Indeed, jgh.
No one has died wishing they had had less sex.
Apart from that Cardinal Archbishop of Paris, maybe.
@jgh…
I had a similar idea – I was planning on being shot in the back by an outraged husband at the age of 87.
Now that I’m well on my way there, I’m not so sure.
I am reminded of the old cartoon of two cavemen sitting in a cave beside a fire. One says to the other:
“I just don’t get it…we live a healthy lifestyle, eat fresh food, drink fresh water, get plenty of exrcise, yet no one lives past thirty”.