Down On The Farm

The essentially cannibalistic nature of modern British society has already been remarked upon in this space; indeed, there can be few more cannibalistic practices than using the flesh of murdered infants as a baldness cure. In fact, it's worse than cannibalism; cannibals eat flesh to survive, not to make a good impression on the woman they hope will be their third wife.

Yet the cannibals are now confronted with the doughty shape of Doris Robertson; and they will hopefully discover that dinner is fighting back. Milk pricing is one of the grey areas where the dogmae of Charles Darwin clash with the tropes of Adam Smith, making all good coneheads and rationalists either delve into their orthodoxies' bowels in search of ever more arcane and prolix rationalisations of a fundamentally absurd situation, or else shuffle their feet in embarrassment.

Being good Darwinian mammals, we will never lose the taste for milk; and this is completely irreconcilable with using your economies of scale to put the dairy farmers out of business because you need to keep up your margin. One of the most pungent critiques of Zimbabwe's economy is that Zimbabweans kill their milk cows for food; how much more advanced we are, that we kill off the dairy farms with price wars. We're really so much more advanced than they are.

And in the same vein, the revocation of Lorna McConaghy's gangmaster's licence is just about the best piece of news I've seen in Scotland for what seems like an eternity, hopefully sending the very loud and clear message that our tilling fields are not killing fields of low wages and exploitation. When That Day comes, all those good Scots who have ignored or contravened the law in order to cheat people far away from their homes of their hire had better have answers.