Man is the only creature that consumes without producing. He does not give milk, he does not lay eggs, he is too weak to pull the plough, he cannot run fast enough to catch rabbits. Yet he is lord of all the animals’.
-Willingdon Beauty (or the Old Major if you prefer)
I hardly ever watch movies anymore. (Who has the time to dedicate two hours to anything?) The night before last I watched ‘The Hunt’. Two hours of my life I will never get back. *sigh* It was supposed to be controversial. It was just stupid. Embarrassingly stupid. Although perhaps there will be some that will say I missed the satirical element embedded within. I suppose that’s possible, I may have been too clouded by the undeniable desire to grab Hillary Swank by the lapels of her jacket and shake her, ‘what the #@$% are you doing in this?’
In any event they reference animal farm through the movie. Which I haven’t read in ages. I remember it being thicker somehow when I pulled it off the shelf, reading the first few chapters before bed.
I must be honest, I am sympathetic towards The Old Major. He only lives for about eight pages, and really, one of those pages is taken up in its entirety by ‘The Beasts of England’.
I suppose he is loosely based on Karl Marx… or maybe Vladimir Ilyich Ulyanov. The apparent arch nemeses (I desperately want to write nemesii here) of everything I believe to be true about the world. (spoiler alert, I am a hardcore adherent of laissez-faire capitalism).
I actually don’t mind either Marx or Lenin. I’m inclined to believe that they had ‘good’ intentions and they just wanted to help people and that they thought deeply about the idealism and utopia they were trying to create. They just turned out to be wrong about what works in reality with actual humans pulling the levers of control. If anything they were just incredibly naive about human nature.
Just like Marx and Lenin the old Major dies before he can witness what events they have set in motion. Which is a pity I feel. It might have given them the opportunity to change their minds.
I should probably mention I am not a Keto-maniac, but I am vaguely low-carb (so pretty much all the recipes work for me). Perhaps more importantly I have become a disciple of the instant-pot. Almost every meal we do now is made in the pressure cooker. Last night we made Coconut Green Curry Shrimp, the remnants of which I am eating for breakfast.
God I love these Leviticus censored creatures.
I also tolerate homosexuality and mix my fabrics!
I am so screwed for the afterlife