I write this blog post from my hometown of Galway, Ireland. A small fishing town perched on the Atlantic coast.
Coincidentally I watched the documentary THE END OF THE LINE on the plane on the way over here. It’s a shocking expose of the systematic plundering of the oceans over the last 50 years. We are rapidly running out of fish. Simple as that. It’s a statistical fact. The fish are gone.
Armchair climatologists can dispute whether or not the world is heating up all they want. But no-one can dispute the fact that the seas are perilously close to utter exhaustion. It’s estimated that by 2048 the seas will be filled with just algae and worms. It’s that urgent. That catastrophic.
This was brought home to me in graphic fashion the first day I came home. A childhood treat of mine was Findus cod fish fingers. Something I devoured with relish. So I asked my sister to have a meal of them waiting for me when I arrived in Galway. And I eagerly devoured them yet again. But something didn’t taste right. And so I examined the package. Turns out it’s not COD fish fingers anymore. Findus fish fingers are now made from Alaska Pollock, just like they are in the USA. And Alaskan Pollock are comparatively taste-free and just boring. They don’t taste nearly good. But they’re a white fish. Which explains why we are now fishing them to extinction too. We have been reduced to eating the memory of cod. Next up: the extinction of the Alaskan Pollock.
THERE ARE NO MORE ATLANTIC COD. They are gone. As in American passenger pigeon gone. Dodo gone. White Rhino gone. Gone. Extinct. The Atlantic cod is no more. It has ceased to be.
If you like eating fish I highly recommend that you see this documentary. If you have children I highly recommend that you see this documentary. It’s yet more undeniable proof that we are screwing up our planet.
How do we fix it? How do I get to enjoy cod fish fingers again? Mmm…cod. Guess I was part of the problem. Sorry cod!