BY JOHN NASH It is that time of year, when poisonous mushrooms suddenly re-erupt all over the place without warning and this year many are, as in the past, infected by a particularly stubborn pathogen. Despite dying instantly when exposed to the bright light of truth, and regardless of being repeatedly stamped out, a damnable scourge continues to re-emerge again and again. I refer to … Continue reading You Have Been Verwoerd
BY JOHN NASH On Saturday 12th October, The Express sprinkled upon its online readers yet more blatant hatemongering against hunters, reigniting the Campaign to Undermine Parliament by the shyster Eduardo Gonçalves and his political stunt, the Campaign to Ban Trophy Hunting (CBTH). In the article, a glittering assortment of Gonçalves’ celebrity donkeys simultaneously demonstrated their gullibility and ignorance by repeating his poisonous political mantra – … Continue reading Tiger, Tiger, Burning Spite
BY JOHN NASH Silly season August it is, and World Lion Day on the 10th has seen the publication of another soppy-science report, this time in Nature Conservation, a publication that “strongly encourages papers on ethical… issues related to the management and use of biodiversity and ecosystems” but then also rejects manuscripts of “low scientific quality”. How it squares the circle between an unscientific ethical … Continue reading Big Cats Make Fat Cats
BY JOHN NASH & DOMINIC WIGHTMAN An excerpt from Nash & Wightman’s ‘Dear Townies’ (Western, 2024). Animal Rights organisations like PETA are powerfully supported by actors and celebrities, occupations that are situated far to the left, female side of the cave, just about as far from the doorway and ‘outdoor’ reality as you can get. It is ironic, and not a little hypocritical, that the … Continue reading Yearning for Importance
BY JOHN NASH Imagine, for one fleeting, bucolic moment that you are clip-clopping through leafy lanes on your way to market, sitting on your sturdy farm cart pulled gently along by trusty Clydesdale, Dobbin. Your faithful old dog Spot sits beside you, sniffing the country air, whilst behind you, the puzzled murmuring of a posse of free-range Rhode Island chickens in crates betrays the reason for … Continue reading The Other Pandemic
