I want you to imagine for just a moment that you are a cow. Not bothering anyone, just producing your valued milk, restfully chewing your cud and happily partaking of the grasses lying before you. Then suddenly, out of the blue, you are singled out, reviled and considered the bane of everyone’s existence. Without so much as a thank you m’am, you are castigated as the most evil creature on earth because your flatulence is causing the earth to melt. Yes, you and your ilk are farting the world into oblivion!
You think back fondly to days when you were one of the most admired of the domestic species. You kept little kids from getting bored on family trips as they counted your numbers on each side of the road to see who saw the most. You revel in the times when you were revered in some Asian societies and the subject of fairy tales, even though you could never actually jump over the moon. And how about being one of the first animal sounds a child learns. It didn’t get any better than that! Now, sadly, there are no longer little children gleefully shouting; “look, Mom, there’s a Guernsey cow, the first one today, isn’t it beautiful?” No, you’re more likely to hear; “look, Mom, there’s one of those ugly, wicked cows that are destroying my future!”
Now I want to you to come back to reality and imagine you are you again. Having assuaged your guilt about destroying the planet by shucking the blame over to the bovine species, you’re feeling pretty smug about yourself. Your superior intellect tells you that if only countries would do away with meat and cow’s milk, we could save the planet. You are genius!
Well, well, well. What goes around comes around. In the midst of a pandemic unparalleled since the black plague, we find ourselves not so perfect after all. It turns out that we have a bit of a colicky problem of our own. Indeed, as I write this, we may be farting ourselves into oblivion. Researchers in Australia have discovered that we could be spreading the ravages of Covid-19 with our very own special brand of flatus. Now, at long last, the monkey has climbed off the Holstein’s back and cows can go back to being what they always were, a child’s delight.
I’ll leave you to decide whether you believe in this science or it’s just another of the many knee-jerk hypotheses floating around (pun intended). In the meantime, since we are all tired and frustrated with the quarantine and lack of human contact, may I make a suggestion? Hug a cow today.
The Cvillean 
This one made me laugh for so many reasons Al. First off one of the comments made in our area when we learned the cities around the world were having better air quality because of quarantines…..”At least the cows are now off the hook”.
I remember counting cows as kids on vacation. I also remembered we had to “bury” them if we passed a cemetery and we had to start over.
Hi Faye. Had not heard that part about the cemeteries before. Wow, you kids played hardball!
Or maybe we could only count to a certain point LOL.
You sure have a way with words and “cows.” Nicely done. I can’t leave a comment for some reason. Keep writing. Karen
Your comment came through fine. Thank you.
We must be careful. Many of these theories are just hot air, regardless of the scent. Another theory is that this virus is the seventh cavalry arrived from somewhere to rid the planet of one of the worst forms of cockroach with whom it has been afflicted, namely homo sapiens, although I know many wonderful examples of that species including your good self !!
Could not agree more, Peter. One does wonder if our inherent bent toward destroying things and each other has reaped us our very own extinction event. Perhaps it is time for another pint together to cogitate this issue.
I’m laughing out loud at 6:45 AM! Have you ever stood behind a horse? Driving the surrey with the fringe on top wasn’t as romantic as imagined!
LOL, Suzan! Yes, I seem to recall a certain buggy tour in Charleston, SC that validates your observation.
Yay, a reason to talk about farting. It’s a gift for you, my Bro and many others I would think. The poor humble cow. ❤
So good to finally have this out in the open. And you’re right, I hope this helps the millions come out of the closet to discuss this vital issue. He, he, he.
Ha ha….Out in the open…a pun intended!! ❤ For you both, my Bro. Xx
Oh. My. God. Are people really saying this? And – let’s just imagine there is a modicum of truth to it – wouldn’t the fact that you’re wearing clothes remove the threat to others. You may still have the deadly virus clinging to your own rear-end, undies and pants, but wouldn’t your clothing act much like a mask over your face would?
But then again, if one lives in a bean-eating nudist colony this might be a genuine threat. That is just good fodder for sarcastic bloggers like yourself.
Thanks for sharing.
Patricia Rickrode
w/a Jansen Schmidt
Hey, I’m just happy to see farting getting top billing for a change. No more whispering fart jokes in smoky back rooms….it will take its rightful place as first rate humor.
P.S. You don’t happen to know where these bean eating, nudist colonies are exactly, do you? I’d like to do some research for my next blog.