Independence Day, the Elite, and It’s what’s for Dinner

I’m back. At least sporadically. Thanks for hanging in there.

From a previous post, a rewrite for 2016 and in my upcoming book: Poems, Scrutinies, and a Short Story [or two] by a Vegan Anarchist — Inspirations of a Defiant Sort. Click here to view the cover.

In early days of what grew to be this wondrous land of liberty, whose founding fathers—God rest their soul—found this nation on a profundity: The equality of all men. As evidence, I present the following excerpt from the exalted document inspired by Freedom herself, The Declaration of Independence:

“We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men [sic] are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator [a.k.a. The God of Abraham] with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness…”

On that first and glorious Independence Day, these fearless defiers of the British Crown agreed in whole, and with Divine blessing, that from this point forth, on these very blood-red, white elite, and dolefully-blue shores, all men equal.

And so it came to be.

Well, at least in a somewhat abridged sense of “all men,” it came to be.

Even the most dozing reader will have noted the glaring omission of the opposite sex, women; after all, they aren’t men…most of them anyway. And too, although they didn’t explicitly herein make mention, the intention is clear they never intended to include blacks or any color, poor, or that of the damn annoying native occupier.

Only “men,” and white property owning men alone, were worthy God’s blessings of Life, Liberty, and Happiness, to hell with everyone else.

The years dragged on, and although the founding fathers had long retired to their heavenly realm, their lofty mentality survived the times, the spirit flourishing at the height of slavery when only a handful of whites and pretty much all blacks opposed slavery. But slavery was the way of the day and blessed by God—by god.[1] Even among the ordinary whites who may have considered themselves sympathetic, the Negro deserved no better. How ludicrous the very thought, they thought, and off to church they went.

Today is hardly any different.

The point being throughout history self-entitled circles harbored no afterthought excluding others the same considerations they lavished on themselves. As the founding fathers felt, the slave masters mimicked and profited handsomely with no hint of guilt to burden their god-fearing soul. And just as the preponderance of Christian white held no other consideration for blacks than that of dirt beneath their feet, the contemporary wears the same dearth of concern for the most oppressed, the most enslaved, and most tortured of beings on earth by denying them their Rights of Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness.

I’m talking of course about what many call animals but whom I call friends. And too many give my friends no more consideration than the sadistic slave master did his “misbehaving nigger” strapped to the whipping post. Far less, I’d say.

There are plenty of incentives and piles of money backing this lack of consideration, all selfish. And they run deep in the millennia of the elite’s, religious, propagandist conditioning. But the most exasperating comes straight from the gut of people whose pleasures of taste justify any immorality, no matter how diabolical.

I cannot say how often I’ve heard, “Meat taste good.” And that by its self is the exonerating justification shown me for eating my buddies.

They taste good. That’s it, nothing more.

Which brings me to; ‘It’s What’s for Dinner’.

This temperament of gluttony is such as to kill any hope of sensibility, slay any thought of compassion, whether starving or just looking for a snack.

As such it could well have been and had it been, we would not to this day give it a second’s thought that…

…If during the heydays of American slavery, it was as it were to buy, sell, and raise slaves for menial tasks, hard labor, and legal rape of child and adult. But too, if it were to breed blacks for their hair, hide, and flesh for the production of such commodities as hot dogs, tenderloins, rump roast, fanny packs, flip-flops, and ass-less chaps, then to this very goddamned day they’d be genetically modifying, fattening, caging, slaughtering and butchering black folks by the billions each year. They’d package their flesh and innards in convenient carry size Styrofoam and cellophane wrapped containers bar coded, and stacked neatly in visually inviting open refrigerated boxes in the climate comfort aisles of their favorite fucking food store, promoted under the government subsidized marketing campaign of, “N*, It’s What’s for Dinner.”[2]

And for the kiddos, they’d make sweet and colorful gummy bears from the scraps of foreskins and scrotums, clitorises, bones, and cartilage.

“Aha, look here honey buns, an excellent cut off a young black buck if I ever did see.”

“And fed only the highest quality feed, dear. See the USDA mark of approval?”

“What do you say we pick up a couple of them thighs and ribs for our Independence Day Bar-B-Q, my precious blooming buttercup?”

“Why I think that would be just dandy delicious, my growing hunk of a man.”

“Don’t forget the marinade, my tweedy plump. Oh, yeah, and a couple of gallon jars of pickled feet, you know how the young’ens just love suckin’ meat off the toe bones.”

“…That to secure these rights, Governments are instituted among Men, deriving their just powers from the consent of the governed, That whenever any Form of Government becomes destructive of these ends, it is the Right of the People to alter or to abolish it, and to institute new Government, laying its foundation on such principles and organizing its powers in such form, as to them shall seem most likely to effect their Safety and Happiness.”

[1] Does God approve of slavery?

[2] Commodity Check Off Program


  1. It’s an abomination that very few people think about animals on these hold as where there are firecrackers, on Canada Day, my dog, Dancer, was terrified from the noise, electromagnetic energy, and poison smells that firecrackers create.

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    1. The representation of “rockets bursting in air.” Yes, I hate them too, and rockets. And all the wildlife scatter for miles around, and few care. But there may be relieve on the way. Oh, what the hell am I thinking, they’ll never go for it, quiet fireworks..

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      1. I think fireworks are a waste of money, toxic, indulgent, too loud (even if they were to be supposedly silent world wide), I am sure that, dogs would still hear them, as would all the other animals, birds, fish… because they are much more sensitive hearing wise, and in all other ways, too, than humans.

        Fireworks remind me of bombs, and they are that for dogs… sound and poison bombs…

        What goes up, must come down, do people ever wonder about all those poisons in firecrackers? they come back down via rain and winds, pollen, etc.

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        1. I’m with you on that!! I hate them and people seem to have them at any and every excuse now, with no thought to the harm they do. Cats I look after are terrified of them and every bonfire night is a nightmare and a stress filled time of trying desperately and failing, to comfort them. They just go on and on, for weeks before and after and on many other occasions now, it’s heartbreaking and it makes me so angry. I wish they would stop altogether.

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  2. What on earth? It showed, once again, that I’m not following your blog?
    But I was because I saw your post in my reader feed, but then I see when I come back here to your blog that it says I’m not following you?! WP is a disaster when it comes to politics, especially about the disclosure of animal abuse.
    When you get yet another notice that I’m following your blog, know that it’s only because WP unfollowed me right after I posted the comments.
    I pressed “follow” again…
    Geez, you better keep posting! when stuff like that happens, you gotta know you are being effective.

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  3. Glad you’re back, Peter. I’ve had similar thoughts about 4th of July and fireworks esp. They’re an appropriate symbol of the state if the union because they’re a waste of money, pollute, provide a nice distracting spectacle, and spread PTSD to the surrounding natural world (why limit it to vets?).

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  4. ‘Inspirations of a defiant sort.’ Perfect. Your writing is defiant Peter yes, and some of the strongest I’ve read in retaliation against the slavery and cruelty meted out on animals by ignorant, selfish humans, so often in the name of how much they like the taste of them. The taste. All that torture, because of an inherent streak of selfishness that shames humanity in my opinion. At it goes beyond meat of course, as male chicks are ground to death alive, baby calves killed and more because some people keep up that demand for cheese, milk and butter. Because the vegan stuff doesn’t taste as good to them they say. (There are now so many different varieties of vegan cheese available in the UK, and the standard has risen so high so far as taste goes that I have had ‘died in the wool’ cheese-heads not realise the string cheddar that has been served them, or the lasagne they are guzzling down is vegan. It’s there if you want it, and there isn’t one good reason to not give up dairy as well as meat to my mind).

    But the other half of your sentence is just as true of your work. Inspirations. You inspire Peter, you educate and you give hope to those of us less gifted when it comes to putting into words the terrible injustice and wrongdoings towards animals that go on every single day, every single minute. Right now.

    I’m so glad to have you back. beams a huge smile and hugs him

    esme upon stood with Peter upon the Cloud.

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    1. Greetings Hariod. I’ve submitted my request for publication to Vegan Book Publishers, with a backup plan of self-publishing. If plan B (which was at first plan A), then I will first publish an eBook which it is formatted for, then later a print book that will of course, find its way to you.

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      1. Yes, an eBook is a must, it would seem. I took DRM off mine as I wanted it to be free of copying restrictions, so I don’t know how many are out there. Nonetheless, the eBook sales still provide a monthly trickle of revenue from various territories. I never read eBooks myself, though it does seem the most efficient way of offering global access to indie authors such as ourselves. Reluctantly, I went with Amazon for the eBook, having concluded it was the most efficient means of distribution. There may be equal options now; I don’t know. With very best wishes, and thanks, Hariod.

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        1. I read both, prefer paper, and if it a book I intend to reference, I’ll have the same title in both formats. Nonetheless, I think the world’s preference is for the eBook. And I believe offers the best exposure and outlet for any book in any form. But I thought it a good idea to first seek a vegan publisher. They may have other ideas, and that’s okay, I’ll move on.

          As I am gainfully employed and plan to be until my great reprieve, revenue as a personal income is an irrelevant matter. Any and all monies earned I’ll forward to a particular animal charity, which for now will remain anonymous. Realistically, I suspect the amount will be insignificant, at best. Vegan literature, especially poetry, and other than recipes, must invariably fall into the dregs of a desired reading. Who knows, though? Perhaps it will be a posthumous success for the hopefully coming age of compassion.

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  5. Hey, you’re back!! That’s brilliant! Quite strange too, as I was just thinking about you today, as I was writing, how I missed your words and if you would ever come back and I came on and you were there!! I haven’t been able to get on much myself, so I didn’t realize you were back till now. It’s great, I’ve missed you!! And so wonderful that you have written a book, you have a real gift of expressing how things are and making people think beyond the surface. I wish more people would see the reality and wake up. I can’t wait to read it. I hope masses of people read it, loads of luck with it!! I’m also trying to write more but life keeps getting in the way!! So glad your back, off to read the rest of your new posts!!

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    1. Thank you for the wonderful welcome and ever so kind words.

      It is good to be back among those aware, as is yourself.

      As far as the book, I’m not sure I’ll ever get it ready. Every time I think I’m close, I rewrite. I do wish I had more time to devote to the effort, but as you say, life gets in the way.

      It’s good to chat with you again.

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      1. You’re welcome, I too get a lot from being on here, connecting with people who ‘get it’, there aren’t enough!! It means a lot to me, even if I don’t get on as much as I wish I could.
        I hope you manage to finish your book, the world needs it!! But I know what you mean, I am the worst judge of my own work, I am never satisfied, and go over and over stuff, it’s hard isn’t it?? I also get scared of letting stuff go and think I sometimes deliberately keep niggling away at something, so I don’t have to. If it means a lot to you, if you’ve put your heart into something, it is hard to set it free to the mercy of the world but I guess at some point you just have to jump……. good luck with it anyway!!!

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        1. I think that a large part of it, the fear factor. It must be as near to perfect as possible. And how many times I’ve read and reread a section and never seen the grammatical error, the wrong word, or misspelling. When this happens I wonder how many other mistakes are there I overlooked–I doubt I found the only ones.

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  6. Nice to see your words again Peter! Thanks for stopping by the same old same old at the Lens… “Consistent rubbing of all noses from many a face into the piles of shit that I too have left on the sidewalk of freedom. With images.” My latest same mantra.

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