It used to be argued that every high street in the country looked the same because it contained the same shops. However, the same is true of the brutish countryside - and probably that of most other countries in the over-industrialized world. Go into the brutish countryside and the all-pervasive feature is pastureland. Pastureland after pastureland after bloody pastureland. Half the country is used as pastureland. The countryside is virtually featureless because it’s been converted into pastureland. Pastureland is just another name for a green desert or countryside lawn.

The brutish tourist industry tries to attract tourists from around the world to visit brutland’s national parks. Tabloid newspaper editors, victims of pharming propaganda, extol the 'beauty' of the brutish countryside in typically braggardly terms, "The british countryside is one of the glories of the world. We cannot allow it to be destroyed." However, most of these parks are just collections of pharms so the only thing a tourist will see is pastureland. In other words, the tourist industry encourages people to spend thousands of pounds, and travel thousands of miles, to see brutland’s extensive lawns which are virtually bereft of Flora or Fauna, "The uplands of britain, logged out for timber and fuel centuries ago, are sterile wastelands with acidic soils that only another glacial advance might restore." One wonders how much longer this ‘great brutish countryside con’ can persist without an american tourist taking the brutish government to court for making misleading statements. If american/asian tourists stayed at home and sat in their living room with a paper bag over their head they’d have a better chance of seeing brutish Wildlife than they would in the brutish countryside. It has to be asked, what’s the point of flying all the way to brutland just in order to say, "Oh what a lovely bit of pastureland - it’s got subsidized Sheep. Oh look some more lovely bits of pastureland - it’s got subsidized Cows. Oh there’s more lovely pastureland - its got organically reared, rare breed, Sheep on it." Only a professor of ecology would be capable of identifying the different types of Grass and Insects that can be found on brutish pastureland. For anyone else it’s just like looking at a vast lawn. It’s almost impossible for tourists to tell whether they’re in cumbria, the yorkshire dales, the highlands of scotland, or dartmoor, because all that exists in these ludicrous national car parks is bloody pastureland. The only way that tourists could know where they are is from their itinerary - ‘It’s thursday - it must be the yorkshire dales’. The brutish countryside is as quiet and dead as a graveyard. In fact, even this analogy doesn’t do the reality justice because there’s a greater variety of Flora and Fauna in graveyards than there is on the country’s pastureland.