A nation that cannot feed itself has already surrendered once
The ministers propose more chicken sheds. The sheds run on soy from across the ocean — 18% of the feed, by the government's own accounting. Understand what this means: the nation's protein now arrives by ship, on schedule, from strangers. Our grandfathers called this dependency. Their grandfathers called it a siege.
A proper people feeds itself from its own ground. Beans, wheat, the pig by the wall, the hens in the yard — the old portfolio, tested across every century that mattered. Note that the campaigners, whatever their vocabulary, have rediscovered it: pulses, legumes, nuts. The bean fixes its own nitrogen. It asks for no ship. There is a lesson in the bean, and it is the only lesson.
The experts now warn of 'supply chain shocks' and 'ecosystem collapse'. In the old tongue: hunger follows softness. Every generation that outsources its dinner learns this once, thoroughly.
Plant the beans. Dig the reservoir. Teach a boy where food comes from before a screen tells him it comes from an app. Sow. Then rest.