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trying to remember this every single day right now 🙏🙏🙏

@faiburns @SamaHoole here's the post about it the overnight chill is good to have with salad, hot it's nicer with sauces or something x.com/_Slanger_/stat…

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Carnivore is only expensive if you let Instagram do your shopping. Source your beef from a Montana ranch where the cattle are named after Norse gods, fall asleep to live cello, and get a weekly deep-tissue massage from a man with a diploma in bovine wellness, sure, it adds up. Buy the bone broth that's been "activated" under moonlight, ladled into amber glass, hand-sealed with wax, and labelled "ancestral" so many times it reads like a chant. Track down the tallow rendered from a single heritage herd at altitude, by a barefoot woman called something ending in -a who films herself stirring the pot in linen and calls it "reconnecting with the ancients." Do all that, and yes, it gets ruinous. None of it is the diet. That's the grift wearing the diet as a costume, with a ring light and an affiliate code. The diet is mince, eggs, cheese, a tin of sardines, the cheap cut the butcher is relieved to see the back of. You don't need a heritage breed or a wax seal or a man whispering to a cow. You need a frying pan and the spine to scroll past anyone selling enlightenment with a skull on the label. The expensive version is content. The real one is mince and eggs and the quiet dignity of never paying eighteen quid for beef crisps in matte-black packaging designed to make you feel like a Viking. Buy the ground beef. It works.

the same thing happened to the "carbohydrate addicts diet" originally it was simple eat carbs once a day, unlimited amounts (but ideally meal-shaped) all within a single hour, the rest of the day almost no carbs at all, including from veg (the original idea came from rachael heller losing weight, and cravings, by eating just one meal a day, with no limits on that meal) edition by edition, it's drifted to low-fat, high-fibre, green good, sugar bad, increase the size of other meals, etc if you read the reviews of the original book on amazon, many people got carbs under control for the first time in their lives based on the explicit promise of unlimited access once a day, and over time the body adjusts to not want them constantly another original idea watered down to comply with the ideology of constant grazing on plant material.....

@SamaHoole And I’ve still got it today. Ninth printing, but no revisions at this point in ‘73. Now, it’s been revised and changed all to hell.

The myth: Dr Atkins, the steak-and-butter man, dropped dead of a heart attack. His own diet got him in the end. What actually happened: he slipped on an icy pavement outside his Manhattan clinic, cracked his head, and died nine days later of the brain injury. The thing that killed him was a frozen pavement. Then came the cleanup. A leaked medical examiner's note, handed to the press by a vegetarian campaign group, said he weighed 258 pounds at death. Proof of obesity, they crowed. He had weighed 195 on admission. The other sixty-odd pounds were fluid, pumped into a man who had spent nine days comatose in intensive care. They photographed a balloon and called it a lifestyle. He did have a weak heart, as it happens, a cardiomyopathy left by a viral infection. His arteries, on the angiogram, ran clean. Even his heart trouble was the opposite of the clogged-artery disease they wanted to blame on his dinner. None of it touched the diet, in either direction. He fell on some ice. That is the whole story. But "the meat doctor's heart gave out" travels a great deal faster than "he slipped over in February," which is the only reason you ever heard the first one.

@CSandbatch there are people who don't think this???

Worst take of the day, but is true. The Pet Shop Boys "You Were Always On My Mind" is the best one.

@faiburns @SamaHoole actual pink slime is usually mechanically recovered from bones i didn't like the texture of mince but found a way to cook it which fixes that x.com/_Slanger_/stat…

@SamaHoole Yes but they’re saying th ground beef, all ground beef is filled with “pink slime”.

it's homogenisation, NOT pasteurisation, which affects the size of the fat droplets - that is it's purpose, so cream won't rise, making it easier to deliver a uniform product in the uk afaik duchy organic (waitrose) is the only unhomogenised milk in supermarkets, but that may have changed

Human breast milk under the microscope reveals something interesting. [🔬 oneminmicro]

@JamesLucasIT the world was nicer before there were nagging little yellow and white signs everywhere with safety-rounded edges, constantly telling you to do this, don't do that, look this way, don't stand there, no parking, fines will be levied (etc)

This is what London looked like in the 1940s

@GraceGrac56799 @SamaHoole no, he had a duty to produce a male heir to secure the future and keep foreign kings from invading, and civil war (or at least contesting factions) from tearing the country apart it was a different world, so hard now to imagine the pressure he was under

@SamaHoole Wasn't he just greedy for food and women!!!

Henry VIII ballooned to a fifty-two inch waist and roughly twenty-eight stone, a feat he pulled off four hundred years before a seed oil or a microwave lasagne existed. Awkward, that, for the people who insist obesity was invented by Big Food in 1975. As a young king he was the opposite of the wheezing barrel in the late portraits. Six foot two, a thirty-five inch waist, all muscle, jousting and hunting and playing tennis for hours, and modest enough to let everyone call him the handsomest prince in Europe. Then came the twenty-fourth of January, 1536. Jousting at Greenwich, he was thrown, and his fully armoured horse used him as a landing mat. He lay out cold for two hours and got up with leg ulcers that never once closed for the rest of his life. The sportsman became a near-invalid almost overnight. The exercise stopped dead. The appetite, sportingly, carried on. Now, the popular verdict is that all that meat must have done him in. Except the meat was the one thing that never changed. It groaned on his plate in the lean athletic years and the bedbound whale years alike. What piled on around it was everything else: sweet wine, sweetened ale, tarts, pastries, marchpane, fine white manchet bread, and a tray of sugary snacks wheeled out to the court at nine each night, in case anyone fainted from a four-hour gap since dinner. Call it five thousand calories a day, most of it sugar, starch and booze, tipped into a body that had clocked off from all movement. After that it more or less drove itself. The heavier he got the less he moved, the less he moved the heavier and sicker he got, until most historians reckon he turned diabetic, was winched onto his horse by crane, and trailed two legs that wept like burst pipes. He achieved all of this on meat, butter, bread, ale and sugar, without a drop of rapeseed oil or a single ultra-processed mouthful in sight. Take away the sugar, the drink and the decade of sitting still, and the meat is left holding precisely none of the bill. Turns out you could ruin a man beautifully long before anyone thought to bottle sunflower oil and call it heart-healthy.

@NTROE2E8 @SamaHoole the emotional pain over how his life was ruined by a single accident and the DUTY on him to produce a son in hopes that would stabilise the future, prevent civil war or foreign invasion etc, probably also played a role people don't have to be "nice" to genuinely suffer

@SamaHoole Part of it was also sheer gluttony, as he would eat in almost a forcible manner, despite not actually being hungry. Over time, it worsened with the blood-sugar issues caused by diabetes.

@SamaHoole they have no comprehension how animals die in the wild

A quick translation guide, for anyone who's wondered how a vegan narrates an ordinary Tuesday. Their words, not mine. You: frying an omelette. Them: "a plate of unfertilised hen periods, you absolute psychopath." You: pouring a glass of milk. Them: "PUS. Stolen from a grieving mother and force-fed to YOU." You: making a cheese toastie. Them: "melting down the congealed secretions of a slave. Enjoy your rape cheese." You: grilling a bacon sarnie. Them: "that was someone. He had a NAME before you shoved him in a bap." You: drizzling honey on toast. Them: "spreading the stolen vomit of an exploited insect workforce on your TOAST." You: searing a steak. Them: "charring a slab of corpse. I can smell the death from here." You: putting on a leather belt. Them: "you're literally STRAPPING a victim around your waist." You: taking the dog for a walk. Them: "parading your captive again? Did your 'pet' consent to this?" You: carving the Sunday roast. Them: "hacking into a flesh festival while your whole family chews on suffering." Same actions. Same ordinary day. I'm just not narrating mine like the trailer for a horror film.

@dobbs_ddobell1 @cwt_news

@_Slanger_ @cwt_news People in general were sold a story about oil and gas. There is an alternative at the voting booth today.

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@dobbs_ddobell1 @cwt_news the net zero pledge was brought in under the previous conservative government there was no viable opposition to labour in 2024 which we chose to reject gov.uk/government/new…

@cwt_news Hey, the populous voted these clowns in. Now it’s time to live the dream of net zero.

@OConnorMarty @Math_files same here

@Math_files Or 4 x 20 = 80, then subtract 4 x 2 =8

what's 4x18? This isn't a complex problem but it would take people at least a couple seconds to solve and some may have to write it down. Instead what is 8x9? Just double the first number and halve the second, will give you the same answer in half the time.

@TimitoDA @Andrew_Maj42 it's never touch a DEAD bird, because their passengers try to disembark

@Andrew_Maj42 Aaaand now he's doomed to die of seagul-super-AIDS with his entire body covered in mutated mites. No good deed goes unpunished, and never touch a bird.

❤️ Real heroes don’t always wear capes. Sometimes they’re simply people who stop to help when they don’t have to. Small acts of kindness can make a life-changing difference. 🙏✨

@Andrew_Maj42 HERO!!! 🏆🏆🏆

@SamaHoole "Chloe posts the day. Caption: living gently. Sixty-one likes." the demon on my left shoulder says "post it like it was you, no-one knows you yet, see what happens" the angel on my right swore, and fucked off down the pub still, 'twas tempting..... 😈😈😈

Chloe woke up on Saturday feeling, in her own words, radiant, grounded, and deeply aligned. Here is what she ate, wore, and used to get there. 7:30am. Quinoa breakfast bowl. Chloe feels virtuous, because quinoa is a humble Andean supergrain. The global craze for it between 2010 and 2014 sent prices through the roof, drove Bolivian farmers into wall-to-wall monoculture on fragile high-altitude soil, thinned out the llama herds that used to manure that soil, and tipped parts of the Uyuni salt flats toward outright desertification. It also priced the grain out of reach for many of the Andean families who had eaten it for four thousand years, who switched to white rice so the West could feel rustic. Chloe drizzles hers with agave and feels connected to the earth. Coconut yoghurt on top, chosen over dairy to spare the planet. A much-argued Exeter study found that coconut oil threatens more endangered species per tonne than palm oil does, because coconuts grow on small tropical islands packed with creatures that exist nowhere else, several of which the plantations have already helped extinguish. The study started a row, as these things do. Chloe heard about neither the study nor the row. She heard the word coconut and felt clean. 8:30am. Gets dressed, feeling effortless. The vegan leather boots: "vegan leather" is polyurethane, which is plastic, which is crude oil. They shed microplastics with every step and, once they crack, sit in landfill for centuries barely changed. The bamboo-viscose cardigan: sold as natural, in reality wood pulp dissolved in carbon disulphide, a chemical with a long and grim medical record among the workers who handle it, spun from pulp that increasingly comes out of ancient forest. Chloe looks lovely. Chloe feels light. 10:00am. Drives to the farmers' market in the electric car, feeling like part of the solution. The battery runs on lithium, evaporated out of the brine beneath Chile's Salar de Atacama, where extraction has dropped the groundwater by roughly a third since 2005, battered the flamingos, and pulled sacred water out from under the Lickanantay people, who were never really asked. It runs on cobalt too, and we both know where the cobalt comes from. Chloe's car emits nothing from the back of it. The emissions all happened somewhere she will never have to look. 1:00pm. Buys a houseplant, feeling nurturing. It was raised in a Dutch greenhouse heated on natural gas and potted in peat, cut from a bog that spent ten thousand years quietly locking carbon away and gave a good slug of it back the moment the spade went in. Chloe sets it on the windowsill. The windowsill looks wonderful. 4:00pm. Vegan dark chocolate, feeling indulgent but responsible. The cocoa came from West Africa, where the appetite for chocolate has flattened a staggering share of the forest inside two generations and leans on the labour of well over a million children. The wrapper said cruelty-free. It was talking about the rabbit. 9:00pm. Chloe posts the day. Caption: living gently. Sixty-one likes. Chloe has never felt more in harmony with the planet. The planet, where it can still be reached for comment, would like a word about the harmony.

@kopkealan @SamaHoole women enforce social norms she's writing schools full of the kids she's chosen not to havem insisting they replace meat with soy nagging hospitals, so elderly people who need protein are fed lentils her values don't begin and end with her own choices i know people like this

@SamaHoole Mr. Hoole: Shame on you. You are taking all the magic out of the "woke" lifestyle. Can't we just let these ladies have their illusions?

@Math_files 28 points for being a grass (for a harmless stunt) it would be better to fail 😔😔😔

A math teacher entered the classroom and found the chair he was supposed to sit in hanging from the ceiling. He looked at the students and smiled. Without saying a word, he approached the painting and wrote: Test: 15 minutes, 30 points Question 1. Calculate the distance between the chair and the floor in centimeters (1 point). Question 2. Calculate the angle of inclination of the chair relative to the ceiling and show the calculations performed (1 point). Question 3. Write the name of the student who hung the chair from the ceiling and the names of the friends who helped him. (28 points)

@drawandstrike @SamaHoole they ordered tests where animals were partially asphyxiated in order to study brain damage so they could sell a few more cartons of pom with health claims on it's harder to find online now, but it was a big scandal a while ago

The first time I came across a post talking about this billionaire couple and what'd they'd done, I scoffed and said, "That couldn't possible be true. How could they get away with doing that? Especially after the Palisades fire?" Then I researched it. It's true. They ARE doing this, and they continue to do this.

In the 1980s, California spent around seventy-four million dollars of public money building the Kern Water Bank, a vast underground reservoir meant to hold water for cities to fall back on in a drought. Today it largely waters almonds and pistachios for a single billionaire couple. Stewart and Lynda Resnick own the Wonderful Company, the outfit behind Wonderful Pistachios, POM juice, Halos mandarins and Fiji Water, and the biggest nut growers in the United States. In 1994, across a few days of closed-door talks on the Monterey Peninsula, that taxpayer-built water bank was quietly moved out of public hands. When the dust settled, a Wonderful subsidiary held a 57 percent controlling stake. The same deal let water be banked, traded and sold like a commodity, and stripped cities of the priority they used to hold in a shortage. So in a dry year the Resnicks can sell water back to the very public that paid to store it, at a premium. The rest gets poured onto permanent orchards in the semi-arid western San Joaquin Valley, ground that sits close to desert and survives only on imported water. An almond drinks roughly a gallon apiece, and a nut tree cannot be left fallow when the rain fails the way a field of lettuce can. The thirst is locked in for decades. None of this happened by accident. The Resnicks have poured millions into politicians of both parties and sit among Gavin Newsom's largest donors. Water in California is supposed to belong to the public. They worked out that whoever owns the land and the paperwork owns the water, and they bought both.

@HistoryGirlBW whatever brainwashing they got caused them to create our present situation

Rows of wooden desks facing the blackboard and children listening in perfect silence. English classrooms in 1955.

@ClassicalAegis he starts in the middle and dribbles it over an already restored area because in his teens, someone with ocd broke his heart revenge gig

The restoration of a 1617 Jacobean-era portrait of a noblewoman, often referred to as the "Woman in Red". Courtesy of art restorer Philip Mould