What Goes Around

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A mightier alien species comes to Earth, and easily subjugates us.

They separate our families, who never see each other again.

They imprison the young women, and kill the old ones who are useless for reproduction.

They cook those and simmer them in dishes where their tough meat is tenderized and disguised by the other ingredients.

The young women are raped by machines which impregnate them, so that they will have offspring and produce milk. Since the babies drinking the mothers milk would deny the aliens the beverage, the babies are taken, crying, from the screaming mothers and fed gruel instead, which will keep them alive long enough to also serve the aliens’ purpose.

The useless baby males are butchered for their tender flesh. The female babies, orphaned by the invaders, are preserved to be the breeders of the future. But they will also be hung by their feet, stabbed, drained of their blood and butchered when they stop producing milk.

Billions of others are packed into vehicles, forced down a chute and slaughtered straightaway for their flesh, which is glorified in alien communications heralding amusing new ways to burn and serve the muscle and other tissue. Some of the presenters become wealthy and famous for inventing new ways to combine the body parts and disguise them with spices and sauces.

Some men are kept alive to produce sperm for artificial insemination. Others are allowed to live for the work they can provide. They pull wagons, race for gambling purposes, are chased and roped in public displays and are also brutally killed when no longer able to perform these functions.

Before they are killed, the human captives are kept in sheds, cages and crates, their prison environments manipulated to produce the most output for their captives.

The aliens make jokes about their favorite human body parts, finding more novel ways to include them in their concoctions.

In this way, billions of humans of all ages suffer and violently die each year.

The few aliens who express revulsion at these activities are marginalized and ridiculed. Some aliens who feel some twinges of conscience nevertheless turn away and deny what is happening, in order to still experience their favorite tastes and textures.

We, the victims, look upon the aliens as monsters. In our hate and fear, we want only to kill them—all of them— and escape.

But they are stronger than us. And no god comes to rescue us.

As no god rescued our victims from us, when we were the monsters.

A Lion By Any Other Name

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I’m glad the story of a dentist murdering a beloved lion has gotten national, even worldwide attention. But there are lots of degenerates, often professionals similar to the smiling dentist, whose bloodlust drives them to spend huge amounts of money and travel the world to kill defenseless animals for the bragging rights.

If you really want to retch, get a copy of Safari Club International’s expensively-produced magazine– every story is the tale of a brave dentist or other lucrative professional killing an animal–or a lot of them– with similar photos, always grinning beside their victims. The ads are for “outfitters”, with a menu of prices for the array of animals you get to kill, with names like “Grand Slam” for snuffing one each of the favorite targets..

This case receives attention because the lion was a celebrity with a name bestowed by humans, was protected and wore a tracking collar (which in itself is an intrusion for human purposes). It was “illegal”, as opposed to “legal” murder.

There is no sympathy for the murdered creature used to lure the lion. His or her species is not even mentioned. His or her life was important, too, just as important to them and their family groups as was Cecil’s. So were the many, many other animals killed for fun by other psychos. Those animals had no human names, although they no doubt had names in the minds of their mates, children, family bands and rivals.

Please remember that this is going on at all times, is organized, has clubs and magazines and a cult of killing for fun and self-aggrandizement for the small-of-heart, and possibly of other organs.

Call these miscreants out. Call them what they are any time you have an opportunity. They all deserve the heat this dentist is getting. Don’t let this fire cool off.

Father Knows First

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My Dad, at 90, is on Facebook and has a blog, because he often has something to say.

Today he posted the item below, in response to current little-publicized attempts to make mandatory the injection of toxic foreign materials into everyone’s body, based on the easily-disputed claim that vaccines are safe and effective, and will save us all from dreaded diseases. Many intelligent and informed people, deliberately and necessarily marginalized publicly by snide terms such as “anti-vaxxer”, dispute this claim, and anyone who cherishes personal freedom and bodily sovereignty is horrified that our government would presume to force themselves inside us.

my Dad’s post–

John J. Carone

“National, compulsory vaccinations designated by the Feds is coming to your house, yes, YOUR HOUSE, unless we stop them. Nothing is more personal than your body and no one should make health DECISIONS for you. They can advise you and make the case, but they can’t compel you. This will not be reported widely until it is a done deal. They know the opposition will kill this kind of arrogant legislation. Write and call your Reps and Senators NOW, before it is too late. Hundreds of vaccines, containing who knows what, will be on the market soon and allowing ANY vaccine to become mandatory which Feds approve for their pharmaceutical money bags will open the door to many more. The widespread doping of our children now is just the tip of the iceberg. Pacification and control of the population, as is practiced in many nursing homes with the elderly, is a social engineering dream.”

For my father, at this point in his long life, to see our freedoms being dismantled for the sake of a mega-profitable pharma/chemical cartel, and carried out by bought-and-sold career political lackeys, must be very painful. To see the obedient villagers raise their pitchforks and torches in agreement must be even worse.

His views are not contaminated by the pathetic disneymeasle psyop which has a dumbed-down segment of our country crying for the oppression of their fellow citizens over an insignificant outbreak of what was once considered a routine childhood inconvenience. Do not doubt that your neighbors will happily turn on you or turn you in for some fanned-up hysteria of the future, because they are proving right now that they will. Stay out of our schools, You-who-dare-to-point-out-the-Emperor’s-lack- of-pants. 

My Dad, a member of “The Greatest Generation”, did not reach his conclusions by swallowing the hype and fear-mongering which recently has spawned a knee-jerk lynch-mob mentality seeking to inject every man woman and child with chemicals claimed but not proven to be lifesavers, but absolutely proven to be full of toxins that can and do cause harm.

When it began to be foisted on the public many years ago, he bravely protested the polio vaccine. Anyone not shackled by medical superstition can investigate now, decades later, to see how its “success” was a perception manipulated by statistics, and see admissions that the vaccine was full of materials, including animal viruses, which were capable of causing devastation to the health of those receiving the poisoned stab-wounds. And yet, it is often invoked as proof of the Miracle of the Holy Needle.

This is not an isolated crime of this industry. Hundreds of thousands of people are sickened or killed by other products produced by this same enterprise. Watching their TV ads with their long lists of horrible side-effects, read in the same chirpy voice as the fake testimonial against fields of daisies is evocative of early Saturday Night Live skits. But these aren’t really funny. The bad effects they list, including death, have actually happened to people who believed those ads. Ask your doctor if this way of death is right for you. The ad that follows the drug commercial is often from an attorney seeking plaintiffs who have been harmed by those drugs from the daisy field. Somehow, it can’t be accepted by many that the same people who screwed them before might slip another stinker in.

But blind faith shrinks from facts, and to look at history, or even to read a package insert, would necessitate critical thinking instead of worship, and the hypnotized belief in something that can be easily proven to be false is nothing but bad religion.

And religion, even bad religion, cannot be questioned by the Faithful.

Free- A Good 4-letter Word

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Some cities and organizations and even individuals catch feral cats and kill them. They say that living free is inhumane, that they are better off dead.

Can you imagine believing that without a lap to sit on and a can of factory-farmed pate, life has no value?

These people must have never tasted freedom themselves, or else they are jealous of the liberty of others.

I know this–there is no squirrel in my yard that would rather be in my house. Same goes for the free-roaming cats. But I am glad that I don’t have to spay and neuter the squirrels. that would be time-consuming, not to mention costly.

FERAL POWER!

What Is A Wild Horse Worth?

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The American Mustang Nation is making its last stand.

Again.

After decades of cynically eroding the safety net of dedicated lands and protective regulations created in the early 1970s after an outcry by the American Public, the Bureau of Land Management (BLM), entrusted by us with Wild Horse protection and management, is not far from wiping them out entirely and deliberately. A recent plan to execute 35,000 wild horses languishing in private captivity at taxpayers’ expense was stalled, but not necessarily abandoned, when wild horse advocates publicly sounded the alarm.

A huge and ambitious preservation project conceived by a well-known horse advocate is working valiantly to intervene and to provide a safe haven for some of the threatened horses. At the same time, the Bureau of Land Management (BLM), while maintaining an option to kill its current prisoners for lack of money, continues against all conventional logic to conduct “gathers,” their euphemism for the brutal abduction, incarceration, splintering and frequent death of Mustang families and herds.

To a great extent, it is the self-serving business considerations of cattle ranchers, enjoying the bargain usage of our public lands, which are leaving the future of the wild horses in the dust of the helicopters which are terrorizing and forcing them into a chute to oblivion.

The battle cry of wild horse supporters often heard ringing sincerely in the air is that the Mustangs warrant protection because they represent our Western Heritage, that horses have served humanity in war and work, and that they should be saved for the benefit of our children and future generations.

To rely on this argument, however, is akin to arguing that Africans brought forcibly and tragically to this country as slaves deserved their freedom as a reward for all their hard labor, or because their songs and traditions were picturesque. It is as perpendicular to the truth as saying that the splendor of the National Parks should be spared from development because future generations will appreciate a lovely vacation spot. We know these are not the real reasons to do the right thing. They contain some facts, but they are not the Truth.

No, consider instead that the Mustangs generate and perhaps even deserve our love, awe, consideration, protection and respect because they are another ancient and dignified nation of Earthlings, a parallel civilization which developed without our input or despite it, fellow Earth-dwellers of a different and brilliant design with a self-evident interest in survival and life on their own terms. They open their eyes at birth and see the same world to which we as newborn humans awaken, a challenging landscape in which they, like us, and much more quickly than us, must find a safe path to travel. Walking and running that difficult path, their feet feelthe same Earth beneath them as do ours. It is an Earth that is also theirs, despite the papers and rituals we have invented in order to believe that we own something that is far beyond ownership. They are not interlopers, their trail began here. That they are beautiful, or that they signify something meaningful to our species is true, and yet misses the heart of the Truth.

To the extent that a reminder of the horses’ role in human history can be persuasive in the campaign to prevent their genocide, it may be a helpful reference. However, if we hope to once and for all stop the war against them, no matter how often greed and politics lift their unsleeping heads in the future, we must understand to our cores that their worth is not solely in our eyes. We who would save the Mustang permanently must demand that those to whom we have entrusted their guardianship do what is right simply because it is right, rather than in the interest of human benefit, past, present or future. There are also benefits, in some human hearts, to eradicating this noble Nation.

If we battle these crimes against them not as repayment for the horse’s servitude or beauty, but in the name of Justice, we can stop the present stampede into extinction and prevent the next. For if the children who will someday captain our businesses and governments are taught and feel this Truth now, their grown generation will not need to protect the Mustangs. As respected fellow Earthlings, even fellow Americans, the free and natural Horse will not then be under attack.

Unless, unthinkably, we fail today.

Unless, by then, they are just a magnificent memory.

Is It Really Hard To Stop Hurting Animals?

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There is a tendency for some of us who wish to promote veganism—a way of living which excludes the use of animals for food, clothing and other exploitation— to cushion the call to action with a warning / acknowledgement / suggestion that it is a difficult thing to do.

While this is surely the case for some people, for others, including me, it has happened quickly and painlessly when the time was right. To set the stage for interested seekers to expect hardship invites failure or a refusal to even try.

For someone who still really wants to eat animals and their secretions, or still wants to wear a fur coat or a silk shirt, but resists for health or moral reasons understood but not felt, it is certainly hard to do. They have to exert Willpower to resist things they still desire, and this almost inevitably leads to a failure to maintain the “sacrifice”. Someone who gives up meat for “health reasons” very often reverts, occasionally or permanently. But for someone who has internalized the horror and immorality of subjecting other feeling beings to abuse and slaughter, and who simply refuses to, simply cannot—just won’t— be a part of this any longer, there is no feeling of deprivation, and no enticement which can make them go back to participating in these injustices.

I call this Won’tPower, and in contrast to WillPower, it is effortless to maintain. Let me tell you what pushed the button in my being and changed my life in an instant.

At the time, I subscribed to the Los Angeles Times newspaper. I sat down one morning and turned to the feature section, and began reading a human-interest story about a man who had become very bitter about life due to some tragic personal experiences. He had become very hard-hearted.

He somehow got a job in a slaughterhouse, killing lambs—baby sheep— as they came by in procession, he took their just-beginning lives with a knife. One day, a particular lamb passed his station, and he stabbed as before. But before this lamb could fall, mortally wounded, she turned and tenderly licked her own blood from her killer’s hand.

The man broke down, had an instant change of heart, his bitterness melted, he left and became a minister, enriching lives instead of ending them. I folded the paper, set it down, and have never looked back, except to regret that I had not saved the article!

It is important to note that I had already been thinking about the morality of eating animals, primarily due to my experience of having my first dog as an adult, with all the revelations that living with another species brings, and having met someone’s “pet” turkey, who had expressed as much interest in me as had their Great Dane dog. In other words, the time was right for me, much as the time has to be right to change any ingrained habit, whether it’s smoking, drinking or anything else.

So if you have been wrestling with the ethics of consuming and wearing animals, if you are torn, keep wrestling. Keep thinking and considering. Keep the internal quest alive. When it coincides with the thing—your own personal newspaper article—that pushes your moral button, you may find that it is the easiest and most satisfying thing you have ever done.