Cold Bore Shooter

People ALWAYS fear what they don't understand.

They came for butter. We got margarine, the trans fat that handed a generation the heart disease its grandparents had barely heard of. They came for the dripping in the pan. We got industrial seed oils, quietly oxidising in every deep fryer in the country. They came for eggs. We got cartons of egg white and tubs of yellow powder, the yolk binned and the goodness binned with it. They came for honey and cane sugar. We got high-fructose corn syrup, stirred into everything and metabolised well by no one. They came for whole milk. We got skimmed, the cream stripped out and sold back at a markup, the thin stuff left behind relabelled "healthy." They came for leather. We got plastic shoes that crack at eighteen months and join the rest of the petrochemical wardrobe in landfill. They came for wool. We got polyester fleece, shedding microplastics into every river, every ocean, and the lungs of the child wearing it. They came for tallow soap. We got petroleum surfactants in a pump bottle, and washing in crude oil got rebranded as self-care. Now they're coming for beef. The pitch is protein grown in a steel tank in Singapore, dosed with synthetic B12 to counterfeit what the original carried for free. Notice the pattern. Every "improvement" is worse for the person eating it, wearing it, or washing in it, and better for whoever holds the patent. Real things were refined over thousands of years by people who had to live with the results. The replacements were refined on a quarterly earnings call by people who never will. The cow, the sheep and the dairy herd were the competition all along. That was always the point. --Sama Hoole on X @SamaHoole