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.

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.