Just south of the Nebraska border there’s a beautiful preserve called Pawnee National Grasslands. It’s open to cattle grazing, which while not as good as buffalo grazing is actually a needed part of that ecosystem which the eradication of bison herds took away so I’m fine with that being a strictly regulated thing. Next to this infinite bounty of grass though are the feed lots and dairies and wool farms. The saddest animals standing in the mud without any space to move, being gorged on nothing but ersatz grain to fatten them, staring at their natural diet through barbed wire and electric fences.

That’s such an obscene level of cruelty that we would feed that rancher molten gold in a more civilised time.