“It’s alive!” That fart smells MancThere comes a time in your life when you here a certain phrase and suddenly the meaning of life suddenly clicks into place. Mine was when I read the old Icelandic proverb
“EVERY MAN LOVES THE SMELL OF HIS OWN FARTS.”
A profound observation from the old vikings, but not quite enough to excuse their disgusting extermination of marine life. It’s a phrase that is perhaps the singular to “birds of a feather flock together.” I’m not sure if birds fart, but when people come together with a common purpose, they perhaps produce a collective cocktail, which more often than not is not a very good thing for the air that everyone else has to breathe. Think Nationalism for example, or the corrupt whiff from Brussels that tries to combine garlic bread, fish and chips with mushy peas and a large helping of German sausage washed down with a weak Polish beer and sickly Belgian chocolates for desert.
At the lagoon last week I observed a lesson from Nature on the subject. A grey heron landed on the North embankment. No food prospect there mate! But no sooner than he or she had landed, a crowd of “admirers” appeared in unison.
And it wasn’t long before these black birds started to harrass the startled grey beast to the point where it took flight with a prehistoric squak and posture of a terradactyl. Even then a dog fight of crows performing aerial scurmishes until he gave up and went away. Did they not like the smell of his fishy farts?
This is an example of nature shooing away a potential threat, or so the scientists might claim as a theory- did they ask the crows?
Last week we had the latest in a long line of science friendly programmes from MI7, oh I meant the British Broadcasting corporation. The latest favourite poster boy for science- head of Data, face of Blunt, grin of Blair, presented the theory that Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein had put people off scientists meddling with nature, but how wonderful and misunderstood the lab men actually were.
Those poor scientists getting bad PR? You’d never have thought it seeing their faces on coinage, notes and stamps. And then we get “educated” how great they are by naming units of measurement after them and seeing their portraits and statues along with blue plaques.
So Cox on Science Britannica presented the usual one sided presentation from the Government policy shaped BBC. Calmness of the scientific meddlers enjoying an easy ride of an “interview” compared to archive footage of the marching “mobs” protesting about animal experiments and GM crops- just like those in the original Karloff film of Frankenstein wanting to burn down the mad scientist’s castle lab lair. Not particularly subtle.
But Cox and the spinners miss the point. In the novel there is no mob, rather it is the creation itself that destroys the scientist. So the metaphor in the programme totally fails- as does blaiming Shelley for peoples perception of scientists- particularly chemists.
The creation WAS a real threat. A mumbling brute created from the dead- the main frame from a multiple murderer hanged, with a bolt through its neck. The people didn’t like the prototype that the mad scientist created- because he would probably have wanted to create another- as was the case with The bride of Frankenstein.
DO SCIENTIST’S FARTS SMELL OF ROSES?
What fails about this attempt to bring science to the masses is that the general gist appears to originate from university institutions dabbling with the esoteric and fixed with the belief that they are better than everyone else and know what is right for all of us. The ivory towers of MP’s/scientists/businessmen- the axis of avarice- all pissing in the same pot, all farting in the same halls of residence together. And add to this old boys network the token lawyer, chief police officer, civil servants and army generals and you can pretty much ensure your wiff has the power to last for quite some time.
The timing of this programme following on from anouncements by Owen Patterson- (architect of the badger extermination), on GM crops cannot be a coincidence. It is part of the spin war funded by international companies, one in particular, and their attempt to take over all areas of our lives to the point where they determine life itself- and you pay for this crap quite literally to the tune of £145.50 a year.
“The mob” is not a bunch of Luddite idiots who know nothing and wield pitchforks, nor do they discount everything that science has given us. They are a collective well organised small group of men, who have established a set of chains around our lives that they offer the keys to open but seldom do. They want us to follow them blindly as though all our futures depended on them without resistance. We must resist their temptations or face the consequences that they cannot predict with any accuracy. “Things can only get better” without them. Put your faith in Nature- just not human nature.