in #life7 days ago

It is so easy to control herds when you understand how to motivate them to do what you want them to do. I live in dairy country. The cows are generally very happy. Their human slaves provide them delicious grain daily, relieve the pressure in their immense, bloated udders, even delicately bathe their tender teats for them, and then they can roam across verdant green fields where no predators lurk to threaten their idyll.

But when the cattle need to be moved from milking operations to the 'dry' facilities where they will await impregnation, and the milking cycle to begin anew when a calf is born, they have to be forced to enter the cattle trailer, which they do not want to do. Cows are not naturally cave explorers, and the trailer is visibly a cave as they peer into it from the chute they have been forced into after being separated from their herd. A variety of tricks to force the cattle to go where the cowhands need them to, twisting their tails, poking their recalcitrant flanks with a pocket knife, shouting, clapping, and etc., are passed down from generation to generation of frustrated dairymen.

Today there is a solution. Simply provide the cows what they want in an image and they will happily leap any barrier to get into the cattle trailer.

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So, when we are lied to, I remember how to turn cows into spelunkers.

Thanks!

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Brilliant information share validating that the predator class training model for Humanity has always resided in livestock management. The way out is to personally elevate the self-worth of humanity where that shit life becomes intolerable. This starts with self-analysis and self-work to raise that submerged value to its proper inherent height and strength. I speak from personal experience of performing this very shunned work and reaping the benefits from it to share with all. The default is everyone looking externally for solutions when we have the ability to resolve them in the microcosm of self-care and self-love. You become your own power source rather than seeking others and endless mirage distractions to plug into.

TLDR:
Act like devalued livestock and you will be treated as such.

It is good when we appropriately value ourselves. Shakespeare well said "What a piece of work is a man!" A problem that prevents most of us from properly esteeming ourselves is conceit, which is a false front, like bravado rather than bravery. Actual self esteem comes from a rock solid foundation of humility, a ruthless assessment of our actual bits and pieces, our abilities - and our shortcomings. So armed with a clarity of understanding of who and what we really are, we can be absolutely confident we can do things we can, and not fool ourselves into thinking we're all that when we can't.

However, this really can't be done just for ourselves, but has to accompany a similar assessment of our world, because we can't know what we can do unless we know what conditions we're working in. That also eliminates any sense of entitlement. Just as we don't owe anyone anything outright, no one owes us anything either. When we humbly act in the real world, we can confidently achieve what we set out to do, because we're not fooling ourselves about the world we're in, nor who or what we are and can do.

When we seek to do good we can find good people that agree doing that good is what to do, and when what we seek is good enough, we can get enough good folks in agreement to get it done. At least, that's the theory. I never managed it because I'm too smart and pretty to be humble. If I ever did manage to be humble I'd be damn proud of it. Paraphrasing Ben Franklin there, BTW.

Well said and grand realties shared. 🙏

Hilarious.
I use to lead cows into a slaughterhouse, and it wasn’t easy, but bright lights and a penchant for follow the leader helped. Big dumb animals are difficult to predict and admittedly this is grisly work. But people like to eat beef and this is where it comes from.

My month as a slave to cattle was as brief as I could leave it, and had admittedly little to do with the actual cows, but was more about their shit. Knee deep shit, sprayed on the fields, scraped out of the loafing sheds, and embedded into my skin like my own scent it took some time to wash away.

Dairies are a much different environment for cattle, and carting them off to the 'dry' pastures to await impregnation is the worst of indignities they face there. Well, there's the cruel impact of mastitis, hiplocks, and the endless hand milking of the infections from their bloated, septic udders, that can bear a burden approaching 50 kilos, literally impossible to strip clean on a busy dairy that can more easily replace even a good producer than to nurse it back to health.