I had a good laugh the other day about ancestral eating because I was watching a fictional show on TV where they were preparing an old-fashioned meal—a stew of some sort—and then a few scenes later burning a witch at the stake. There was something cosmically hysterical about that to me.
I remember back in the early days of the ancestral eating movement how there was this kind of fairy tale idea that our ancestors where healthier than us.
The entire idea of “diseases of affluence” is on shaky ground as far as I’m concerned. It’s more so that diseases come and go and/or are “born” depending on numerous environmental and sociological factors and the “fitness” of a given population.
So said person doesn’t have diabetes and isn’t overweight but burns people. I’ll take the diabetic over the plantation owners.
Sanity should be considered.