Listening To A Real Rancher: 82 Year Old Rancher Maggie White Has Not Eaten Carbs in 65 Years: She Explains The Realities Of Life On A Multi-Generational Ranch In Canada, Among Indigenous Tribes
Breaks Down Stereotypes and Falsehoods, Describes A Life Of Symbiosis and Love Between Animals and Humans
“Maybe you people need to know what real life is. The importance of honoring and respecting these animals. Like every other rancher I know.”
—Maggie White
This is one of those videos I listened to months ago and placed in the back of my mind, wondering if, when and how I might present it. I listened to it with rapt attention.
I came to the following conclusion: It’s the best interview I have ever heard about the true realities of ranching and meat production. Cows and bulls are taken care of for their lifespan of up to 14 years, very carefully. They are treated with love and respect, and fed very carefully. Just like a dog or a cat, they get to the end of their lives.
“You love em,” she says.
It’s a very different interview than I’ve ever heard, very down to earth.
Her kids, grandkids, great grandkids, give names to every cow and bull. They do not kill them all.
I learned so much from this interview. And the fact she is a lifelong carnivore, (65 years,) that she is 85 and looks 45, well, that’s interesting, but that’s not why I’m sharing it.
I’m sharing it because it’s a very interesting look into old school ranching, which gets a bad rap, because we don’t know anything and rarely bother to find out.
When I first heard of carnivore thanks to Dr. Ken Berry, Jordan Peterson and Dr. Shawn Baker, I thought it was the craziest thing ever. But I tried it because I wanted to lose weight. However it had some unexpected side effects: I stopped having road rage. I stopped feeling depressed. I stopped getting anxiety or panic attacks. My menstrual cramps disappeared (they were really bad!!). My coworkers joked around asking what kind of “grass” was in the grass-fed beef I was eating because I was so mellow at work, something they were not used to LOL. Plus I’m no longer pre diabetic.
Thank you Celia for sharing your journey. It resonates with me because I too am going through something similar. Tomorrow I will attend my first Traditional Latin Mass and look forward to hearing the Gregorian Chants. I downloaded some Gregorian Chants (like the one you recently recommended by Patrick Lenk)into my ipod and am trying to learn to pray in Latin. Father Ripperger (exorcist priest) said demons hate Gregorian Chants.
Maybe you will like this Aramaic rendition of Our Father
https://youtu.be/locW-9S00VU
God bless you ✝️
Everything is truly local if we are going to survive this. I buy my eggs from a small-producer who pays attention to her flock's happiness. She bought feed from a trusted Amish source, but the egg production went down noticeably. Changed the feed source, and back up with production. Another local farmer has opened a retail market for beef. Expensive, but worth it. Amazing what else you don't need to buy at the grocery store that more than offsets the cost of buying real food. Since the Scamdemic began in 2020, I no longer use any medical services for their "hunt & destroy" business. I am forced to use an optometrist for glasses. MY 70-year old dentist died shortly after the Jabs were deployed. Connection? I'll never know. Nobody's talking much in Kellogg Country. Pretty soon I'll be 76 and have adopted a deep and abiding Que Sera Sera.