M.C. Humphreys's Blog
November 29, 2011
Farms
Farms. Them’s a good thing, farms. Animals can live without fear, free of nature’s compulsion to eat each other, so that we can kill them when they don’t expect it. The world would be a terrible place if it weren’t for farms. Just imagine how Brute Instinct would run wild: cows eating chickens, chickens eating sheep; horses galloping untamed across an open field, trampling soccer teams underfoot; goats, using their cheese for unnatural purposes.
Farms is a good place to raise chirren with wholesome values, children uncorrupted by civilization, who are obedient to God. Most chirren today are debauched, degenerate, and deshonest. They tell lies to their parents and get pregnant like their parents and punch their poor pregnant evil fathers in the stomachs when they dont get what they want. If I didn’t live on a farm, I might have had chirren like that. But since I do live on a farm, I don’t have any chirren to speak of (that I’ve acknowledged).
Because I have another sort of chirr. Of all God’s creatures, he loved none so much as the farm animals. Proof that he hates all the others is evident in the fact that they are useless to us. And of all farm animals, the most noble is the cow. Most people think it’s the horse, but the horse is highly feral and unreliable. The cow, on the other hand, represents, in its obedience, the ideal state of man. But it’s a crafty and devious obedience. Since the beginning of horticulture, cows have been deceiving us, manipulating the other farm animals with their silent gaze. And these beasts of burden are getting fed up with us. Something has to be done. What the solution is, I don’t know. I’m just an interpreter.
Farms is a good place to raise chirren with wholesome values, children uncorrupted by civilization, who are obedient to God. Most chirren today are debauched, degenerate, and deshonest. They tell lies to their parents and get pregnant like their parents and punch their poor pregnant evil fathers in the stomachs when they dont get what they want. If I didn’t live on a farm, I might have had chirren like that. But since I do live on a farm, I don’t have any chirren to speak of (that I’ve acknowledged).
Because I have another sort of chirr. Of all God’s creatures, he loved none so much as the farm animals. Proof that he hates all the others is evident in the fact that they are useless to us. And of all farm animals, the most noble is the cow. Most people think it’s the horse, but the horse is highly feral and unreliable. The cow, on the other hand, represents, in its obedience, the ideal state of man. But it’s a crafty and devious obedience. Since the beginning of horticulture, cows have been deceiving us, manipulating the other farm animals with their silent gaze. And these beasts of burden are getting fed up with us. Something has to be done. What the solution is, I don’t know. I’m just an interpreter.
