Vegan? Maybe Not.

Another celebrity boards the vegan bandwagon. However, according to the article in GQ, The Real-Life Diet of JaVale McGee, Vegan, there remains the question of vegan sincerity.

Veganism isn’t a diet. Our plant-based fare is the beneficial consequence of our struggle, the abolition of animal slavery, torture, and exploitation. Full stop.

JaVale admits, “It wasn’t for the moral aspect back then.”

Veganism is the moral aspect. McGee’s choice of words “back then” is ambiguous leaving doubt beyond anything more than self-compassion.

But then he says, “…I’ve been fully vegan for about five to six months now since the season started, and probably a month before.”


Despite JaVale’s affirmation, GQ asks, “Is the moral aspect a reason you decided to go full vegan this time?” [Emphasis mine]

“When I do things, I just fully commit to it. I feel like there is no point in half-assing. I just do it, and if I don’t like it, I just stop doing it. It’s been good. I was losing weight and getting more cut, as you can see, and I just felt really good.”

He felt good, physically. Naturally, due to a plant-based diet.

And indeed, there exist, at the very least, latent assurances by forswearing the traumatized flesh and excrements of tortured sentients. But still, I wonder, does JaVale harbor animal sympathies in his commitment to a plant-based diet? He had with no tact no less dodged the question of morality.

Perhaps McGee’s unspoken motives are now of an ethical vegan. One cannot ascertain from the article. I invite him to respond. Fat chance, right? But like many swell-headed sports idols and Hollywood darlings waving the vegan flag with no regard for animal rights as they parade about in fur, feather, and leather do little more than depreciate the value of veganism. This fixation on themselves further stalls the already uncertain future of animal liberation when not a word is spoken on their behalf.

What we see I’m afraid is the not so gradual usurpation of veganism coming to mean diet and self-concern by an influentially privileged class of narcissists.



Since their beginnings, humans have trampled upon the lives of their fellow earthlings, the animals — averring supremacy, hawking self-ingratiating doctrines as inalienable rights. Themselves, having their liberties and privacy maligned by authoritarians they whine, excessively.

Bitch, this Karma.


A flash
A thunderous crash
Today I took a subway to work, a veggie sub
Targets wear orange, in parallel universes
Where the bold fly synchronously
betwixt the skulls of conformity
stagnant in their hollow shallows
(Dream, fire-breathers! Dream!)
Bullets sing a high-pitched drone
Echoes have none to call their own
Baleful words fuel themselves
Law books sit on endless shelves
Spiritual lies lie scattered and broken
as grains of truth die unspoken

A hamburger today keeps the doctor in pay


Life is a series of progressions, for a few. We experience, we learn, we adapt, we gain awareness and evolve by degrees from both pleasant and unpleasant encounters.

I’m pleased with my evolution: A freethinking vegan and an idealistic anarchist.

Looking back, I owe much to the nuns in my formative years at St. Mary’s Elementary. It’s only proper I acknowledge their dedication, albeit posthumously. If not for the physical abuse and shaming humiliations weaved into their doctrines of love, it’s possible they’d have converted me into just another lunkhead serving the religious hoax.

What the heck, a few knocks on the noggin, a slap across the face, we were a hardy lot and thicker-skinned than kids today. And although one nun had a right-hook to bring stars to your eyes, it wasn’t much more than we boys gave one another in good-spirited roughhousing. That is until we broke Randolph’s arm.

These holy virgins executed a saintly charge in the initial framework of this aging apostate. Though not as they intended. But in that respect, I am indebted to those wretched whores of the cloth.


So today is Christmas, the annual hypocritical. One of many repeating absurdities of tradition, culture, religion, and other self-exalting practices.

Pray tell, ye of good cheer! Hast thou ancestral honorifics bettered compassion throughout the eons of unwavering adherence?

Does’t the town-crier proclaim peace and goodwill throughout the realm?

While veganism poses the most significant revolutionary era towards peace the world has wrought, it runs ridicule in most circles in honor of habit.

The habit of brutality.

‘Tis the season of violence, like all other.

Offer thanks to thy God for the ham on thou plate this day of amity, flesh-eaters; Yes, I’m sure you will. For the ramifications of which, you are time-honored insensitive.

As to the vegans who celebrate Christmas, to you I wish the world to come.

20,000 Miles

In retaliation to the attacks against vegans in social networks across the globe and in face-to-face confrontations.

Vegans. Are we perfect? No. But, we are better than you.

Our understanding spans light-years beyond that of the self-absorbed masses. We have respect for life that no religious/spiritual pretense dare compare. A working vision for the future that culminates in world peace if only you could imagine.

As with any conviction, our dedication draws an assault of absurd arguments meant to discredit us while making animal rights activists out as terrorists.[1] A judgment handed down by the authorities at the demand of their handlers and favored by the sniveling populace.

Accusations against us grow from a baseless albeit a well-fertilized malice. Ranging from the fatuous to more pressing matters we cannot stall. Hypocrisy, because we kill.

We murder the multitude of insects that splatter against the grills and windshields of our automobiles, ones we disembowel cultivating our gardens or them we’ve disembodied mowing our lawns. We might even swat mosquitoes and flies, might poison the termites that eat our environmentally flawed dwellings.

We are mindful of our crimes committed against the delicate vulnerabilities of nature, necessitated by our captivity in a profit-driven, pseudo civilization. Unlike you, we strive to lessen our impact.

BTW, we realize plants are a life form. So, drop the chorus of adolescent jokes. As well, we are not trying to convert Nature’s predators into vegans. You’re a dull, witless idiot to say such.

Here’s the skinny. Likened to a 20,000-mile journey, we’ve taken only the first steps. Narrowing the gap between where we are and where our futures intend requires time. The time we may not have. An ultimatum you decide in your dystopian drive toward annihilation: endless war and your obeisant patriotism. The swarm of unfettered violence and senseless murders of innocent creatures, the driving power of apocalypse.

Your unsustainable life choices inflamed by greed and rapacity:

It isn’t veganism aiding the world’s sixth mass extinction,[2] nor global warming.[3]

It isn’t veganism contaminating the waterways and oceans. It is the agricultural runoff that creates hypoxic dead zones.[4]

It isn’t veganism depleting the oceans of fish,[5] A third of those ground into livestock feed,[6] leaving behind a killing entanglement of fishing nets.[7] Nor is it veganism that sustains the abominable ‘Sea Slave’ fishing trade.[8]

It isn’t veganism decimating the rainforests to gain acreage for livestock and the crops to feed them.[9]

It isn’t veganism squandering resources to process, store, refrigerate, dispose, and transport the remains and refuse of doomed and slaughtered earthlings.[10] Nor is it veganism that depletes fresh water reserves.[11]

Veganism isn’t the reason people starve. This is a famine fed by the insatiable appetite for meat. Because it’s not veganism buying third-world feed crops to sustain western livestock.[12]

Someday, if you and your ilk haven’t by then destroyed the planet, will come a time when people live in accord with nature. As when humans stop procreating exponentially, spreading and stacking one on top the other. When machinery and technology give way to biological innovations and adaptations.

No cars to run down animal and insect. Nor roads, walls, and fences to inhibit wildlife.

An open landscape of clean soil, air, water, and sustainability steeped in compassion and cooperation with Nature and one another.

Then all will have plenty.

We may even reach the stage of our evolution when we no longer need harvest plants, living off the sun’s energy alone. But even if we don’t, even if we need plant nourishment to survive we will till the soil with our hands, tender as the Buddhist monks.

The 20,000-mile journey of the vegan is today but the embryo of Utopia.

I know vegan concepts orbit beyond your diminutive sphere of care and reasoning and that you’ll continue to devalue those who aspire to higher realms of existence. I know too that one of two outcomes are inevitable and soon forthwith, in the cosmic sense. Either attrition will dissolve your kindred and life will live in its natural harmony. Or, the planet will die an agonizing death. No fault of the vegan.

So, while you’re quick to ridicule our principles, we offer sustainability while you’re committed to depletion. We present healthy alternatives while you stay patsy to the medical/pharmaceutical/research/animal agricultural cartels. We’re compassionate; you’re a brute. You’re a parasite and terror to the planet and all its life forms. A selfish, gluttonous, short-sighted simpleton whose concerns run shallow, anchored in unreformable arrogance. You’re a plague, and a contaminate, a virus to infect your offspring and others with your self-purposing dogma.

Viva La Vevolution!


[1] Animal Enterprise Terrorism Act (AETA)

[2] ‘Biological annihilation:’ Earth’s 6th mass extinction is underway

[3] Global Farm Animal Production and Global Warming: Impacting and Mitigating Climate Change

[4] Meat industry runoff has created a massive dead zone in the Gulf of Mexico

[5] Seafood could collapse by 2050, experts warn

[6] One-third of fish caught worldwide used as animal feed

[7] Ghost Fishing Nets: Invisible Killers in the Oceans

[8] ‘Sea Slaves’: The Human Misery That Feeds Pets and Livestock

[9] Agriculture

[10] Facts on Animal Farming and the Environment

[11] Water Resources: Agricultural and Environmental Issues

[12] Feed the World

Other references:

[a] Hidden costs of industrial agriculture

[b] What is sustainable agriculture?

[c] Our Food Our World



Somebody knows someone whose grandfather lives in the country and has a pond.

Enter Eby, short for Ebony.

My granddaughter, Megan, who I lovingly refer to as Megatron (The Evil Megatron), calls me. She tells me about her friend — who I’ll call Sue because I don’t remember her name. Sue spoke with the man who dropped a gosling off at a park in Louisville where she was spending the day. The gosling takes a liking to Sue, follows her like a puppy. Sue is concerned for the little goose, afraid she might wander into the road, afraid to leave her. Before he left, he tells Sue that Eby had a small wading pool to swim in and some other things I paid little attention to as Sue related the story to me, distracted as I was by this goose and our instant bond.

I know nothing of Eby’s past, other than she was well treated. Must have been, she takes to people. I don’t even know if she is a she. Perhaps she was rescued, and he thought it best to leave her in the company of her species once she’d grown. And maybe that would have been best. But it’s not what happened. Megatron and her friend brought Eby here and now follows me like a puppy; chattering, eating grass out of our hands. Eby gets along with Daffany the duck, the chickens, and cats though each is a bit hesitant of the other. She won’t sleep in the air conditioned coop with the other girls, insisting on staying outside. She nests on the dock at night. It’s a safe perch, 20 feet from shore with an unobstructed 360-degree view.

Eby’s been here two weeks. Since then, I’ve been teaching her to fly. Or at least building her confidence in the art of aerial acrobatics. It’s not that I can fly, mind, not in any waking sense. What we do is, she follows me to the back of the pond. I start running, and Eby runs a few paces behind, building speed, then takes off over the water. What started out as wings flapping air and feet slapping on top the water soon progress to full-fledged flight.

Today, we swam together.

I don’t know if Eby will stay with us once the geese start flying, maybe she’ll pick up with them. And maybe that would be best, for her. I’ll sure miss her, though.

Health Care or Bullshit

As for the sham of Obamacare or any other overburdening bullshit concocted inside the Beltway.

This is important: It’s not health care, got it? It’s sick care, worded to deceive. There’s a difference, a big-dick oceanic difference that’s rammed right up your ass. Veganism is health care. Obamacare and anything to follow is sick care created to enrich the medical, pharmaceutical, and research cartels and every bloodsucker that clings to these cocksuckers. Such as animal agriculture. There are others.

The reason rates are not affordable in the swindle of the Affordable Care Act, is because of all you fucking meat and dairy-eaters depend on “health care.” Understand? You’re making yourselves sick as hell, and everyone has to pay for your recovery. That’s right, heart disease and cancer, number one causes of death.[1] And how much due to diet? Maybe you don’t want to know.

There’s nothing the “Health Care” conglomerate, and its psychotic affiliates and political stooges like better than to mandate everyone in America under their care and addicted to drugs. Then what? Mandatory vaccinations? Anti-depressants? That’s just the start. This cabal of drug-dealing quacks (endorsed by the FDA) kills nearly a quarter of a million people a year and walks scot-free. That’s right; doctors are the third leading cause of death in the USA.[2] Let that boner gnaw in your craw next time you’re at the Doc.





Earth. Our creator, our provider, our mother. Everything we have we owe to her. Everything. Still, I cannot restrain the profound contempt that stirs deep within me for her. Allowing a species existence that shows her nothing but scorn and mockery, for her creatures, for her creations. These humans, mother, these despicable life forms that spawn from your very bounty. So afraid to die but not to kill. So eager to take but not to give. How long, mother, how long will you tolerate your wayward children?


Cosmic Winter Wonderland
Cosmic “Winter” Wonderland — NASA


No awakening, no struggle for social justice nor fight for civil rights, no undermining of authority, is ever complete that ignores the plights of the most vulnerable, the animals. The right of self-determination for all earthlings. The respect of life and liberty for all sentients is the doom of all war and oppression, the gateway to meaningful peace. Until then, we gather what we sow. And nothing more.