https://www.takimag.com/article/the-week-that-perished-190/
BLACK AN’ GAS
Cows must spend a lot of time wondering why humans are so obsessed with their gas. To the average cow, humans must seem like freakish fart fetishists.
If cows could speak, the conversations would likely go like this:
Bessie: “Last week this manic, googly-eyed Hispanic congresswoman was sniffing around my butt, trying to gauge my farts. I let one rip right as she was taking a breath. I thought it would annoy her, but she actually seemed to enjoy it.”
Clarabelle: “Sweetie, that’s nothing. A few days ago the British royal family was smelling my burps. I mean, I know they’re supposed to be inbred and all, but that’s just nasty.”
Yes, last week Prince Charles announced the £50,000 prizewinning invention in the Royal College of Art’s Sustainable Markets Initiative contest: a cow burp collector.
The Prince of Wales became the Prince of Gales as he heralded this foul-wind filter for Guernseys. The device, which looks like an S&M strap-on ball gag, is fitted to a cow’s nose and mouth, capturing errant belches so that, as
described by
The Telegraph, “the gas travels through a micro-sized catalytic converter, and is released into the atmosphere as carbon dioxide and water vapour.”
Ostensibly, this is intended to save the planet in ways that only make sense to people who are dumber than cattle and far less useful.
While the bovine burpinator has yet to be mass-tested on cows to see if they’ll even wear the damn things, John Goodman has volunteered to test it on humans.
“Seriously, you don’t want to be around me after a cabbage pie and ten beers,” he told
The Telegraph. “If they can make one of these for the other end, too, my wife might actually let me back in the bedroom.”