When you drive the back roads of America, west of the Mississippi – probably east too but I can’t say – not the dirt roads, but the feeder highways – you drive past one ruination after another. One broken town, one abandoned rotting farmhouse, one desolate scene after another, each representing a shattered family, broken lives.
I calculated that by 2010, fourteen million Americans had been driven out of rural America into the outskirts of the cities. I hired a policy guy, a statistician to help me crunch the numbers. I had come to the idea from Mark Dowie’s work, and he had calculated that by 2001, twenty million indigenous and traditional peoples had been driven off their lands in the developing world by “conservation”. Which is to say “highly respected” organizations like the Sierra Club and World Wildlife, agents of the WEF and UN. To this day, the Masai, one of the world’s great peoples, are under ceaseless attack by these ghastly people.
This, of course, is our future. Any indigenous or traditional culture will be absorbed. The plan is to drive 2.96 billion into the cities by 2010, 90% of us, to make humanity urban, and feed us chemical slop. Ex-urban America, and indeed the world, will be left to trees and other carbon-sucking things, and no doubt people like Isabella Rosselini, who lives on a farm in Southhampton, where she raises heritage chickens and gets photographed a lot as the new rural exemplar, independently wealthy, cooing over her chickens, and selling her deep love for nature. To my mind, she is a propaganda puppet, cosplaying the old way, in a kind of ghastly theatre. She retrofitted an actual barn as a “living space”. It looks like a faux-designer studio on the outskirts of Rome, suitably “international”.
Out on the roads, the only spanking shiny things (in both Canada and the US) are government edifices: Army Corps of Engineer water treatment plants, ethanol plants and the splendid estates of corporate farmers. The houses these people have; I stopped again and again to gawk and photograph. They are like the ranch house in Yellowstone, only bigger and brand new with all the bells and whistles. With secondary houses, corrals, paddocks, horses to die for, and decorative livestock. These families worked the system, voted the right way, jigged for Massa and they got all the toys. Big Ag. One Trillion dollars in global subsidy a year to grow cheap food, laden with Pharma’s extra-special chemicals.
That’s the future: rural titans and Isabella Rosselinis, where you can go and rent her three bed B&B for $2,500 a night, and dream of the only time in human history where people lived in peace until the eight families of the Black Nobility (or whoever) decided to take that peace and prosperity and send the “meat puppets”, the “profane”, into endless war.
The plans of the WEF/UN are mind-blowingly stupid. Can you imagine how impossible is the idea of moving 2.9 billion people into cities? China’s Evergrande threatens to pull down their entire fascist economy because they built ghost cities where no one wants to live. Every city in America is turbo-building matchbox apartments for that 2.9 billion. They will end rotting where they stand. That is how stupid the WEF is. The functionaries at the U.N. are hardly even people, they are so alienated from the real world.
I have managed to avoid the existence of George Monbiot, since I don’t live in England and am not faced with his endless hysteria and propaganda. He is literally the-sky-is falling-the- wolves-are-coming-we-have-to-hide-guy, that everyone unbelievably, believes. But he sells the eco-modernist WEF/UN plan and that’s how he does it, he works the weakest among us in his “syndicated column” out of “The Guardian”, his endless stream of hysterical “books”, and foundation, “Replanet”, the vision of which is 90% in cities by 2100, nuclear power, radical science, wildlands and “population control”, which means wars, viruses, vaccines and withdrawing healthcare for over 65s. His readership obediently stampedes over and over again.
Regenesis is about the future of chemical food. Much of the book is spent attacking the family farmer. I found it deeply offensive, needed a mental health break and possibly a couple of disability payments after admitting its existence. Luckily Chelsea Green Publishing sent me Saying NO to a Farm-Free Future, the Case for an Ecological Food System and Against Manufactured Foods which is from another joker on the left, Chris Smaje, but this one mugged by reality. The introduction is by Sarah Langford, who wrote Rooted: Stories of Life, Land and a Farming Revolution, another book about a professional city leftist barrister mugged by reality in the country, which was so irritating I couldn’t get very far. I have sat in too many ranch and farmhouses listening to what these these arrogant, boastful, lefty voters have done to rural people to feel anything less than a blind rage when they rediscover that water is wet. What I want from them is reparations.
But, in theory at least, I love these books, I celebrate tiny wins like this for a long long time; they are only a trickle, but they are coming. Humanity, as usual, has outpaced the intellectual elite, but they are, ever so slowly, coming on board the train to a good future.
Still, we have to deal with morons like Monbiot who believes in the end of agriculture and the advent of manufactured food. Monbiot actually believes that in 80 short years, 90% of us are going to eat manufactured food. He sees this as a disruptive “Counter-Agricultural Revolution.”
