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𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚊𝚢 𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚏𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚞𝚒𝚕𝚍 𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚌 𝚙𝚘𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕 𝚖𝚢𝚝𝚑 𝚏𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚖, 𝚜𝚘𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚖, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚖. 𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚙𝚑𝚎𝚖𝚢 𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚏𝚞𝚕, 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚊– 𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗. 𝙱𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚙𝚑𝚎𝚖𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚕𝚢. 𝙸 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚗𝚘 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚙𝚝 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚛–𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜, 𝚎𝚟𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚄𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚙𝚘𝚕𝚒– 𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚜, 𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚕𝚞𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚘𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝–𝚏𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚖. 𝙱𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚙𝚑𝚎𝚖𝚢 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚕 𝚖𝚊𝚓𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗, 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝– 𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚢. 𝙱𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚙𝚑𝚎𝚖𝚢 𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚊𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚜𝚢. 𝙸𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚢 𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚍𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚜, 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢, 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚖– 𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚝𝚘𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚑 𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚎. 𝙸𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚢 𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢. 𝙸𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚘 𝚊 𝚛𝚑𝚎𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚐𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊 𝚙𝚘𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕 𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚍, 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝙸 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗 𝚜𝚘𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝–𝚏𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚖. 𝙰𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚢 𝚒𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚌 𝚏𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚑, 𝚖𝚢 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚙𝚑𝚎𝚖𝚢, 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚢𝚋𝚘𝚛𝚐.

The world produces more food than we need by a long sho. Inconceivable quantities of food are wasted. There's horrific inefficiency in how much land is used to grow crops to feed animals rather than to use that land to feed humans directly.

But a butterfly specialist wrote a book in 1968 saying the world was doomed by human overpopulation and the moral panic that ensued just never seems to have been questioned very deeply.