Kill and eat one "beastie" per week and you have an excellent prescription for all sorts of nutrition deficiencies. Which doctor did your friend visit, out there, for his scurvy? Oh, but he lived like a king, I see.
You are making assumptions, which I suppose is to be expected from such an incredibly over-inflated ego as yours; while one of the larger I've seen of late, you are, as is often the case with garden variety blow-hards, one who has a reasonable intellect but who dares too far with it. Hubris, my friend. And please don't quote philosophers and painters at me. It shows up your patchwork brand of 'self-confidence' rather clearly for what it is. But getting back to your point. . .
About half of what my friend ate was vegetable. Berries, roots, leaf salads, etc. The rest was rabbit and fish. A well rounded diet, all in all. The dog did most of her own hunting.
how much time did your friend spend on making clothes? Shelter? Medical supplies? Paper for writing? How much time spent traveling to communicate with other people? How much time spent cleaning himself and sanitizing his environment? How long was he out there, exactly?
On that particular occasion, he was out for about 3 months in the Summer. He came back before winter. He kept and cured the skins of several rabbits, and actually did collect some medicinal plants; because that's an area of interest for him. Traveling to communicate with people? No need in his situation, really. Cleaning himself and sanitizing his environment? He was near a water supply and I expect he shat the way most animals do. The Forest seemed to manage.
Essentially, what you are implying is that doing all these other tasks would make life miserable and back-breaking. --Well, sure, as I've said, this is so for the agricultural profit-based society you seem to be suggesting is the 'only' and 'best' way. But consider the native Americans. Hunter-gatherers had a much more pleasant life. Come winter, there is still hunting and it is not so difficult to store foods for a season. Blankets and warm clothes last a long time and can be made well. (One is not born on to the forest floor, expected to make clothes; one can bundle up in clothes grandma made when she was a kid.) Paper for writing is only necessary if you lose a story-teller's abilities; if you lose your ability to learn directly from elders.
Such systems worked wonderfully in the times and places they did; people were fulfilled, happy, wise and long-lived. And while there was always work to be done, it was rarely endlessly back-breaking and crippling; out of balance with comfort as it is for most people today.
Actually, things become hundreds of times easier. That's the whole point of social cooperation. You know, division of labor, aggregation of labor, economies of scale, etc. But then, I'm just talking more capitalist crap! What the hell do I know about society? Your man, all alone in the forest, having his Robinson Crusoe moment, lives "like a king".
Okay. . . Even though you took no time to think before writing this glib remark, I'll take the time to answer it as though you WERE using your brain. . .
Half of what you just described is NOT capitalism. I have no problem with Social Cooperation. I slute it! It can and has worked marvelously without any need for the other half of what you are describing, which when taken out of proportion, (or at worst, by its very nature), is most definitely Capitalist Crap; greed through unreasonable and unfair exploitation. Sometimes a scale of economy can slide so far out of balance that the end result undermines the original purpose of the intended product. (That is, life can be made very miserable by doing very efficiently something which was designed originally to make life better. Efficiency at all costs leaves out certain values of the human condition. So why do so many people uphold such systems as being beyond criticism? Answer: if those systems make a FEW lives better, then who cares about the people on the third world factory floor?)
Find something on the topic of "life on a farm in the 1500s". Actually, pick any time period you like, life on the farm has always been hellish work and endless sweat.
Well, to a degree, this is true for certain reasons. --Particularly if all sources you are referring to were written by people similarly entranced by the 'wonders' of the modern age, or by arrogants of your caliber. Believe it or not, pioneer farming was much more work for the reasons I mentioned. In any case, I made no claim that farming large plots of land was easy; particularly when such plots were often owned by the rich and tilled by serfs who did not reap the full benefits of their labor. (More Capitalist Crap) Perhaps you ought to do some more reading. . .
I suspect you're actually the Dauphin, young sir, magically transported through time for the sake of this conversation. Everything you know of agriculture you learned from the Romantic and Rococo paintings of comfortable, bright pastoral scenes, which surround you in the urban palace you inhabit -- a palace which, incidentally, for all its grandeur is actually far less comfortable than one of our modern abodes. But I digress; wouldn't it be nice to be a shepherd, lying indolently in the tall grass, gazing at clouds and dreaming of the fair farm lass churning butter down the little country lane? Ha ha ha! Silly prince!
Hm. There are two types of writer; some people write primarily in order to aggrandize themselves in the eyes of the public. They write to compete. They write to win. They will bend rules, play dirty, and they will lie, because they are NOT writing primarily to share knowledge and to learn. The selfish and selfless.
Oh, God help us. What, are you going to starve to death, pansy? No, you're not, because much as your pathetic whining ass vexes me I'm not going to let that happen. After all, we're not living in the goddamned woods surrounded by hundreds of miles of goddamned overgrown forest threatened by the elements. I can afford to be generous because in Society life is easy. And if you think otherwise you have got some really fucking difficult lessons ahead of you.
So head on out for the great outdoors and give it your best shot, Davy Crockett. Take your standard-issue Army Survival Guide and plenty of toothpaste because it's going to be a long-ass time before you invent more on your own.
Hm. Well, perhaps there's hope for you. But you MUST do something about that ego problem of yours. It'll hold you back, even as it is doing now. As for tooth paste. . ? In cultures where it is standard practice to rinse out the mouth with water after eating, the rates of tooth decay are about in keeping with developed nations. May not be minty fresh, but their teeth won't have the brown spots resulting from dental-fluorosis that yours will in another twenty years.
You might try brushing with baking soda. Cheep. Simple. Highly effective, and best of all, non-toxic. But then you'd have to read outside the imposed borders to learn stuff like that, wouldn't you? And one would have to be quite confident in one's sense of self to even question such issues. . .
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