So, I don't know which of you buy organic vegetables or fruits. Have you looked at the regular vegetables and the organic ones? Have you seen any clear differences? And by buying something organic, have you noticed a difference in taste?
When I compare the things collected in my garden they are completely different from the normal ones and also from the organic ones and if I taste them everything is tastier and there is a magnificent sensation on the palate, nothing to do with the things they sell around .
Therefore I have the impression that they sell organic vegetables and fruit which is not organic. Size too. The things from my garden, the fruit, remain small, while I see that the organic things from the supermarket are the same as the non-organic ones. Does it happen to you? Do you believe that those things there, which also charge a lot of money, are organic?


Do you know what a broiler is? Hardly anyone knows about it, but almost everyone eats it.

But you have surely heard of "broiler chicken", as the industry defines it.

Well, with 'broiler' we mean all those chickens genetically selected by man to be able to consume their meat.

This type of chicken is so common that 98% of chickens raised in Italy are broilers.

Among broilers, the vast majority are so-called 'rapid growth' chickens, the result of an exaggerated genetic selection that a US agronomist started half a century ago.

This is because while the demand for chicken meat in the 30s and 40s increased dramatically, chicken, on the other hand, continued to grow with its timing, evidently too long for the needs of the market.

The industry has always been very skilled in inducing precise desires through its advertisements… and this is how the tables of consumers began to call for chicken, more and more chicken, and obviously at an ever lower price.

As a result, companies and breeders needed to maximize the yield of their animals.

How to do it then? Raising more and more chickens, in increasingly tight spaces?

Sure, but that wasn't enough.

We needed a chicken that grew quickly, preferably with a larger breast (considering that it was and is the most requested part), and that remained in the farm as little as possible. A solution was needed, and someone found it.

“Does the market need a big-breasted chicken that grows fast? And we give it to them!”

Thus, year after year, selection after selection, we have arrived at the "fast growing" broiler chickens, which in 30-40 days already have a swollen breast and thighs, and at a reduced price.

In 50 years, the daily growth rate of this type of chicken has increased by 400%, Laura, but that's not the only frightening figure.

Think that:

90% of chickens raised in the world are broilers
the vast majority of broiler chickens are ‘fast growers’
in all there are over 40 billion
7 billion are in Europe
half a billion are in Italy
As you can see, when we say that fast-growing broilers are the animals that suffer the most and the most, we are not saying it by accident.
(Indoors chicken farm, chicken feeding, farm for growing broiler chickens.)
This is already chilling, isn't it? Yet it is only the beginning of a series of testimonials that we will share with you in the coming days and which, I am sure, the chicken meat companies would not want you to know…

Because the body of a chicken that grows so fast and excessively is a real physiological prison... but we'll talk more about this later.

The fast-growing broiler is a chicken born "tailored" to the needs of human beings, who, putting their hand to genetic selection, did not take into account how much this animal could suffer and how much its life would have been intrinsically cruel.

Nobody ever talks about chickens, because they are considered second-class animals, which do not 'inspire' as much empathy as a pig or a calf can.

But in reality chickens are intelligent, sensitive and sociable as well as much more appreciated animals.

However, it is convenient for the industry that consumers think quite the opposite. Of things to tell, which he keeps carefully hidden, there are many, too many…

We have so many details to share with you that one email couldn't be enough, that's why we decided to send you 7, as 7 is roughly the life-hellish life-weeks of the fast-growing broiler chicken, against 5- 10 years a non broiler chicken would naturally live.

In these days we will try to dismantle the false beliefs around chickens, to understand what are the laws that should protect them and how to use them to do more justice. We will also talk about all the work we are doing to reduce their suffering.

Not only…

We will tell you the story of one of these chicks, one of many without a name: not only from our point of view, but also from his.

We will see its growth phases from week to week, starting from the torment of the hatchery.

Sometimes, you have to see to believe. But above all to remember which choice to make when you sit down at the table.


CORRECTS NUMBER OF ACRES TO 16 MILLION NOT 13 MILLION – FILE – This 2019 aerial photo provided by ConocoPhillips shows an exploratory drilling camp at the proposed site of the Willow oil project on Alaska’s North Slope. President Joe Biden will prevent or limit oil drilling in 16 million acres of Alaska and the Arctic Ocean, an administration official said on Sunday, March 12, 2023. The expected announcement comes as regulators prepare to announce a final decision on the controversial Willow project. (ConocoPhillips via AP, File)

The Willow project is a 30 year long project that takes place in the Arctic, aka Alaska. Joe Biden will be dumping 287 million metric tons of toxic chemicals into the arctic, this will force animals and indigenous tribes to have to relocate. By the end of 2023 many humans, animals, and plants will be dead by then. that will make climate unable to be fix and many dangered animals to go extinct, I shouldn’t be scared to grow up into this world, but I am. With how bad global warming is and Climate Change, I do believe the world is going to end and it scares me. That’s why I came on here to spread awareness. Please if you can search up the willow project petition and try to sign some and some others ones as well to save our oceans and our forests, and if you could donate money to the cause as well, how could you care more about money then Mother Nature, the animals who live here. Please if you can, try to help.

The Willow Project, if okayed, will be the death of us.

I really don’t care what little influence I have on this, I just need to vent because just exactly what the fuck is going on.

I am so tired of old people who won’t see the repercussions of this deciding that it’s somehow acceptable to risk the futures of billions of people.

I’m tired of people ignoring the fact that our planet is fucking dying and we have no one to blame but ourselves. You cannot honestly look me in the face and tell me there are not thousands of tells for the world totally collapsing because we (and by “we” know I mean selfish rich people and corporations) cannot simply get a fucking grip.

I know this may come as a shock to privileged people in power, but I at least want a chance to be an adult and to see people other people thrive.

Climate change is a fucking genocide and the people we have to blame are people in power who refuse to listen.

Regardless of political opinion, one cannot simply ignore the fact that leaders of big countries and corporations are willing to kill consumers for profit; this does NOT exclude people who cannot get the capitalist cock out of their mouth.

Even though we as individuals did not cause this, we have to do something to prevent it not only for ourselves, but for the futures of others and species that have existed alongside us for centuries.

If you can, please sign any petitions to counter the horrendous abuse of these powerful people. It may not feel like anything to you, but I promise you’re helping more people you could ever know.

Remember, this earth is the only one we have. Centuries upon centuries of past and future could be wiped out in minutes by careless leaders. We have to do anything we can.

The abuse of Mother Nature by the rich has gone on far too long and it’s time we start to abuse back in any way we possibly can. These are futures of so many innocent people and animals that people are gambling with.




Millennia of wet mosses.
Hundreds of broken branches..
Blood made of lymph.
My breath confused with air.
The earth is a loving mother.
It welcomes my sleep among the roots.
Trees and greenery.
Magical nature.
Stir my blood sap,
It makes me dream of times when I was a tree too.
The light of my soul inside trees that live far from me.
I walk with bare feet on the wet leaves.
I was kidnapped by a fir tree, I found my heart inside its trunk.
I am the queen of these green spirits.
I play with them and I feel happy.
Magic tree.
The heart of nature.
I am the queen of ancient wisdom.
Barefoot I walk towards the Green Light.
I am pure as a fern leaf
Green, dark, supernatural.
The hope that crosses the concrete.
Goblins watch hidden.
The heart of the forest is awake.
It beats and resounds in every cell of nature.
We are just guests.


Ecologist and naturalist discourses proliferate. Endless talks on talk shows and youtube morning and night. All convinced ecologists who even give advice on how to save water. But the questions arise spontaneously:





Where there are small children it is good to wash more often but if you are an adult and aware you should also pay attention to these small habits that make the difference.

So I wonder if we are really ecologists.

MY GARDENING ( part one)

Today I planted some tiny cacti seedlings. It was raining this morning but I was still outside. I loved being under the gray clouds and hearing the sound of the rain. Then the sun came out. Yesterday I made a cake. It's been a long time since I've devoted myself to baking. And afterwards I also kneaded two focaccias, one with potatoes and onions, and another with courgettes and parmesan. Both came out delicious. This weekend I had to do the garden but since it's raining no garden. The ground is not ready. Yesterday at the nursery I spent too much money on vegetables, strawberries, greens and cacti, because now I want everything more. Now the sun has come out and the birds are singing again all happy. And so maybe let's see if I'll do this garden. I really like the oxheart tomato, zucchini and cabbage. I use cabbage to make steamed ravioli. Sometimes I put the courgettes in the poké, those few times I have lunch at home. I love tomato on bruschetta.


I would like to take advantage of spring to be reborn too, imitate the flowers that patiently leave frost, cold, short days and persistent rains behind and forget how far away the time when they could have shown themselves seemed.
I would like to dress myself in color and beauty, to be like a sunny day that everyone greets with a smile, sinking my eyes into an intense blue sky, without borders.
I would like to strip myself of the gray afternoons, of the dark thoughts, of the shortcomings that have clouded my heart and take back the life I deserve, to sprout like an insignificant blade of grass, to break the monotony like a poppy in a cornfield, spontaneous and impertinent, lonely yet so essential.
I would like to be waited for and welcomed, like a sunny spring, like a season that instinctively makes one think of the beauty of simple things, of daisies, of perfume... of life.
The truth is that spring doesn't care. He doesn't care if you're sad.
It flaunts all its colors in front of you, its perfumes, and the first warm rays of the sun catapult upon you... whether you're ready or not.
Spring can be very indelicate with those who are sad. It flaunts its laughing beauty, as if to make fun of those who still have snow on their hearts. Indeed, to those people who linger in the winters of the soul, he seems to say: "I made it and you didn't.", "The whole world goes on. While you stay behind".
Whoever is sad is sadder in spring.
Because spring is like this, intrusive and pretentious. He knows how to give you everything he has, but in return he wants absolute devotion.
She is an aware woman, a refined lover, who however demands attention and admiration.
It is an opportunity to choose. An opportunity to be seized.
Spring is not waiting for you. She passes you suddenly, and wants to be chased.
It looks like happiness. It looks like love.

The truth is, spring doesn't care if you're sad. She arrives. It comes anyway.
And you just have to choose it.
Because it's not a right moment, but the right decision to make at all times.



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