Ray Mears is a hypocritical judgemental pompous bore.

For those who don’t know him, he’s an very annoying English man who comes up with an absolute boring TV show named after ‘Ray Mears’s extreme survival’.

So yes, you got it! It’s the kind of utter fake shows with a man surrounded by a entire filming crew who goes to some supposedly very dangerous places the likes of deserts…to show us how wonderful is the “natural genuine life”.

When the man is cute, you somehow enjoy watching him with some dirty make up taking a bath in a freezing cold river. But Ray Mears is a typical English man: tall, paler than aspirin and 30 kilos overweight.



Here is a man who supposedly spends his life on the “extreme survival” mode but remains always as white as snow in the desert and obviously overweight. In spite of the fact that we saw him telling us that, in some forest no one cares about, you can only eat ants to survive. Maybe they were deep fried ants the size of XXL fish and chips?

When it comes to being filmed as he moves further deep into the jungle, we always see him from the front. Which means that the cameraman and the man with the big microphone are before him moving backwards in the virgin very dangerous jungle to record that fat bugger surviving extreme conditions.

The worst from Ray Mears is his utterly unbearable excitement for everything that is said to be “true and genuine”. So not like the life we are living now. He’s exactly the kind of Western man full of hackneyed clichés on our dreadful way of life here in Europe versus the wonderful so honest and pure way of life people have in the desert and jungle.

So with some luxurious Land Rover 4x4, GPS, Satellite navigators, filming crew, Dr Martens, Lacoste Polo and Rollex watch, he goes to see the tribes in Australia and praise the parents for forbidding their children to use matches when they want to spark some fire.

And he grants us with some brilliantly hackneyed rant on how important it is for them to learn how to light a fire without matches but rubbing some sticks on one another. He says this is part of their heritage to know how to do it, part of who they really are and, without even thinking for a second, tells us we should all do the same because: how wonderful, ain’t it?

Everytime, we have the fire without matches. Everytime!

For God’s sake, you bloody halfwit, we came up with matches for a reason! It’s not because we are some evil Western First World imperialists who want to destroy the world that we invented matches. That’s because it’s easier! It's so we don’t have to spend three hours trying to make some stupid fire.

Yes! There are some actual good reasons we have the telephone, we build houses in stone or concrete, we use matches to light fire and came up with agriculture and husbandry.

Ray, if you were to come with some of them and show all those genuine natural men how it works, trust me they would throw the sticks together on a pile and light them with the matches and use their time to go hunting and try to improve their 35-years life-experiency. And the head of the village or whatever would be ready to give you his utter submissive wife in exchange for a life supply of matches!

I hate those guys. Those guys who go to the other side of the world with all the means the civilisation is giving them just to tell us how bad is that very civilisation next to the way of life some tribes have. Those guys who are blindly excited by people living like we used to more than 3000 years ago just for the sake of “genuine”. If those people live like this it’s mainly because in the middle of the desert and the jungle, they didn’t have the opportunities we had in the grasslands and welcoming forest of Europe or China. They adapted and survived just like we did.

I hate those guys because all those men would never ever forsake their way of life but think it is wonderful for those poor kids to have their parents teaching them that fire is to be lit with sticks, house build with light wood, food to be brought after ten hours of hunting with wooden bow and arrows just to get a mice and a handful of poisonous berries.

I don’t approve everything we do over here. The fact that we are basically some ants sleeping, commuting, working, commuting, sleeping, commuting, working…and trying to forget about that useless way of life with pointless leisure, entertainment or/and religion.

But I don’t think their life is actually any better or worse then ours just because they live closer to the men we used to be milleniums ago. It's just bloody utterly different!

I hate Ray Mears for he’s of those guys who are just some utter judgmental ignorant ethnocentric idiots who always compare people while comparing French and English is already irrevelant. So, how about a bush tribe man in Australia and a England young man in Stafford?

Don’t worry, we have the same self-rigtheous right-minded gushy crétin in France: Nicolas Hulot!