On Land

African wilderness re-aligned to resource hungry monoculture. New Money promotes enterprise country estates as "wildlife management". Those that removed the insect stunning hedgerows. Pest management.
Land Tax isn't needed elsewhere than on empty built environments not given to biodiversity. A Land Wage for maintaining biodiversity, woods, waterways and wilderness, paid also to communities adjacent to common land, is the thing. Given the value dynamics, (un)foreseen consequences, a limit on ownership of land to a value, before Land Wage, would be required.
The insistence that loaded this polemic was an argument presented by a gunman. I do not advocate the destruction of any Red Kite, however if such consequence of wildlife tourism is a threat to wildlife, such that that raptor disrupts the teamwork of owls and pine-martens, the latter predating on grey squirrels though, like the cat, needing other nourishment, in order to hunt effectively. The quarrel with the grey is that it destroys saplings and fledglings. Gargantuan estates with Shooting tourism are not needed, the supposed business diversification of farming exceeds even bullshit of Iberia's subsidized "attractions".

Religions have their history of wilderness destruction. Niall Ferguson (FT piece) has his four horsemen of the apocalypse. One is Islam, the others are equally of a cupidity that results of humanity refined to sociopathic mimesis. Economically, the developed states, most certainly the UK, have the clatter of hooves running through public sector bureaucracy. Human Rights abuses are endorsed by sponsors of extremism in parliamentary acts and absence thereof, with judiciary often performing the commitments supposedly promised by unions.*
The difference is that our secular democracy holds open society. It's better than the alternative, fully theocratic/autocracy. We live with a pitiless worship of jobs and wretched aggressions of wealth defenders.
If we can take on religions, we can take up better ways of life. Else we live in torture, a questionable nature that is certainly less Montaigne and Gramsci and more Bacon and Fanon. James Baldwin's last line of The Fire Next Time is this one, too, as a question of our planetary habitat, the UK as a particular example.

See No Evil/Static Displays (more&faster)

A cliche redacted, apparently, from public thought by the NHS: the human baby, comparative to many non-domesticated mammals, is too large for the birth canal. Explanations in abundance. A fair guess notes dietary habits, obsessions nurturing styles of pregnancy that exaggerate adaptations to vulnerabilities -  all doubtlessly occassioned of evolutionary progression by mere survival of babies qua birthcanals and variations thereof.
So I'm told that mothers with "low weight"  post-gestation pregnancies are placed under extraordinary stress of punitive action for non-compliance in regime that can decide on premature delivery - on that the premise, quelle surprise, the child's heartrate will be erratic. Probably cohorts of data pronounce even a natural birth after such attentions results in a child unmanageable in the brave new world, unlike the careers of eminent specialists in healthcare.

At this point I point you in the direction of Arrival Of The Fittest by Andreas Wagner. A better understatement regarding BigPharma, GMos, isn't available to the luckily literate.

Talk about the weather. The gaseous composition of the atmosphere, chemical content of waterborne pollutants, fluctuates more erratically, with greater novelty, in our time than even of the recent few decades, never mind the greater past. The 2nd Law of Thermodynamics - which, though applied to everything, only matches gaseous related actions - and entropy (computational activity for ease of thought) dictates huge libraries of historical record will not assist weather forecasting. Heaven help the MoD with it's Met Office, we may pray. Yet as fracking destroys water resources, inflicts cancers and other disabilities, the MoD can assure the governing that a Rwandan response is unnecessary because we have the NHS (and better yet put it the hands of Corporate conductors, link Volkswagen with Monsanto - You can be sure of Shell...)

Straw Dogs by John N Gray, and his reading of EO Wilson, has aided this agitation.

Question Science, it produces politics

How do you hold yourself to identity? You are a descendent, for the most part, of migrants, at least distantly. You are the child of a one State, at least imaginatively. Less fertile soil, more collapsed environment, congretates in memories of blown sails, watered horses, days buried in your flesh of your genelines traversals. Closer, memories of economic distortions, wars, home in on you sublime as an animal companion, or worker clusters, in actions and sounds.
The migrant sparks the flame of these unrepresentations, maybe electric ersatz, in the image-native. Inherited pressures find the thought of nation, image. The failed, erased nation, image.
Oil is finished. Unlikely siblings of it's crude work, Algeria and Norway, know this. Nations have gained Holy significance, propellant vapourising the blood pools filled by religions, that peculiarly even the "highly educated" seek heroic status - the need for crisis to be quelled - in defence of this agency considered more valuable than comprehending the practical decisions and happy accidents of human behaviour that remain in language, living.
That monotheism pumps will to ignorance is an unaffordable taxation without representation, a "No" to Liberty. The God of unimagination is killing it's subjects, choking itself for kicks.