Environmentalism, so called, is essentially an urban religion. Like Lenin organizing agriculture from an office, environmentalists have a bizarre worldview based on never really knowing much about the subject at hand. Most environmentalists got all they ever learned about the real world from Bambi.
There are many conservators of nature. The only people I ever met who understand anything about nature are hunters and farmers. I never met an academic whose opinion about the natural world was worth a fig.
A person that has killed another beast in the wild, and eats it, has smelled the very musk on the beast, and felt the last shivers of its life ebb away. A hunter knows a lot about a deer you don't. And they didn't do anything that wasn't going to happen to that creature anyway. There are no nursing homes in the forest, and eventually every beast loses a step on the manifold forces arrayed against it. Some sooner than later, as we will see.
A goldfish would eat you if it could get you in his mouth. That's all you need know about Nature. Go out in it, and have something real to do with it. Life and death; or a test of will, anyway. You can never respect it if you don't know about it. And remember it's still as cruel and remorseless as God made it in the first place.
