Bovine, Cow, Human
Mutterings And Murmurs . Social Studies
We often think of wild animals as being fiercely independent of domestic, human species, yet many of them have incredibly strong parental instincts that drive them to protect their families and young ones. Despite the differences between various species, all animals share some basic characteristics, such as the ability to move around in ‘wild’ habitat, reproduce, and most importantly, propagate the species for survival. Agriculture has modified the natrural process but that is another matter. Whether God or Evolutionary Darwinism are responsible for explaining the existence of all animals and how they co-exist with humans can be left to greater or weaker minds.
Just like most of us humans, animal mothers also have the natural maternal instinct to protect their younger ones. Scientists, real awake scientists have proven that this is a natural tendency, so it’s not just a fact to be debated. That so many humans reproduce irresponsibly by giving in to desire, sexual instinct, nihilistic misanthrpy and then not see their offspring through to birth and nurturing and raising them is a great defect of human kind. Let your God or your favorite philosopher, scientist or psychologist work that one out.
About Cows – Bovines – Domesticated Herbivores – Bos
Of late, most bovines exhibit greater maternal care over their young than many humans, an instinct that extends to grief and sadness when their younger ones are weaned, or lost or threatened. I have personally seen the breeding of cows, the birthing, the nudging – the wobbly staggering and suckling. I saw all this at a young age but never fully appreciated the connection that cows and humans are related mammalian animals. There was a time when humans fiercely protected the female of their species to protect their ability to reproduce. Now there is a mania to redefine or to even remove the definition of what it is to be a female or woman. Human females protected their young from predators and nurtured them to hopefully become productive and prosperous members of their herd, tribe or community – to become good milkers, breeding stock or, um, meat products for human consumption. As always, humans intervene to interrupt the natural cycles and instincts of animals. Unless you are a calculated and dedicated vegan or virtuous meatless fashionista or a delusional, rabid and emaciated member of the P.E.T.A. cult, you will at some point have chosen to ignore where your meat protein comes from…where life comes from.
Several years ago I was moved to great acts of non-instinctual altruism, a selflessness – an unselfish concern for the welfare of others. Among other things, I donated blood to the point of anemia, enough, according to Canadian Blood Services, to positively affect the lives of 120 humans. I donated blood right up until I was diagnosed with and treated for a rare form of blood cancer. My donor card was cancelled. Related, if I were to agree to take an experimental COVID type, MRNA vaccine, my donorship would be reinstated. This is another story about human behavior, another chapter.
When the blood thing dried up, I signed up for my first MS Bike Tour near me. For seven years I raised funds and rode hundreds of kilometres to support Multiple Sclerosis research and other support for those suffering from the disease. These events helped anchor me through some difficult times. It was a ‘feel good’ thing…right up until I learned that very little of the millions raised went towards actual research for a cure or mitigation of the disease but rather to support and manage the administration of the scheme. I even considered participating in some of the numerous, corporate ‘The Ride For The Cure’ or ‘Ride To Conquer Cancer’ bike tours that ultimately funnelled millions of dollars back to the pharmaceutical companies and their lobbied ‘colleges’ and ‘boards’ that control experimental cancer treatment and suppress any research that could lead to a cure. Cancer research is a grift, a racket like any other that plays on the emotions of the rising population of ‘captive market’, turbo cancer patients.
“I’m so sorry to hear you have cancer”
“I’m so sorry for your loss.”
“Next!!!”
I started talking about cows.
What happened?
Oh yeah!
So, on one of these MS bike tours, about forty kilometres in, on a paved country road, riding through the sights and sounds and smells of rural farming communities I started to hear the ever increasing volume of a cow bellowing, a sound I have heard often enough in my life. I eventually came upon the scene of the sound. It was a Black Angus cow, clearly in distress and calling out over the lifeless body of it’s calf. The mother stepped around and circled her calf’s body, blowing steam and saliva as it cried for help or just in alarm and grief. I can’t explain why, but I thought of the grainy World War II footage I had seen of mothers and children who were slaughtered during battles and bombings and mothers that were separated from their children at marshalling yards, fields and train stations during the ’rounding up’ operations conducted by Fascists across Europe, France included, or those that screamed and cried as they stood in, or on the edge of freshly dug pits, clutching their babies before they were shot in the back of the neck to fall on their babies, the shooters wading and stumbling down into to the pile of bodies to deliver a coup d grace to anyone still moving or making noise…babies included.
The horror of humans.
It was the scene and the sounds of that one tour that made me wonder at how very much most animals were like other human animals. It was years later during the culture and gender wars that I wondered how the human animal could stray so far from natural reproduction and selction and the natural instinct of reproducing and nurturing their young. Now, mobs of non-gender specific, non-reproducing, sexual grooming M.A.P. types will riot and screech out “We are coming for your children” and “Stop cow farts!”.
Animals wouldn’t do that.
God save the vegetable too!
Darwin rules.
Moooooo!!!
