Your point?
I live in the country. In the country there are things called farms. Some farms have cattle, either dairy or sirloin on the hoof. Cattle deposit cattlepies as a natural function of processing grass. Periodically the persons-in-charge of the cattle-sheltering-building (we'll call it a 'barn' if you like) find it necessary to clean out the accrued cattlepies lest they find themselves up to their posterior orifices in the stuff. Many times the end product is loaded into (or onto) a piece of equipment called a 'spreader'. The spreader is then towed out to a field and the contents strewn over the ground. One immediate effect of this act is that it releases into the atmosphere the unforgettable aroma of barn-yard-roses. All who are in the area, and especially downwind know for sure that cattlepies have been recycled.
No one who is familiar with the characteristic aroma of processed cattlepies would bother wasting time contemplating whether it was the owner of the cattle-sheltering-building, er, barn that drove the cattlepie spreader or whether it was one of his hired hands.
I wonder why so many Cain detractors are trying to find ways to make cattlepies smell less like what they really are. And in case you need it spelled out, out here in the country it's known as bullshite, and everything so far in this story reeks of being immersed in it.. The bullshite has been spread and it all stinks.
Now, just what is it in this story that you do not find odoriferous?
That’s one of the most boring posts I’ve ever read — and you had to post it twice!