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.

[1] https://www.cdc.gov/nchs/fastats/leading-causes-of-death.htm
[2] http://articles.mercola.com/sites/articles/archive/2000/07/30/doctors-death-part-one.aspx

The Adversary

The examination of Job, Satan pours on the plagues of Job, by William Blake. Illustration was made c. 1821.
The examination of Job, Satan pours on the plagues of Job, by William Blake. Illustration was made c. 1821. Public Domain

The Adversary

In a comment to an article, someone wrote (the same trite nonsense people often say to animal activists) that we should do more for our species than we do for animals. Oh, they of little understanding, exasperating. My reply, “You don’t get it, do you? I’m not on your side.”

I am the opposition. The enemy, the adversary of humanity.

And do you know why? Well, I’ll tell you why.

Because…

People start wars. But that’s the least of it. The result of their moral turmoil.

People are liars, cheaters, thieves, and cutthroats.

People are rapists, thugs, murderers, pervs and child abusers.

People are opportunists of no ethical conscience.

People enslave and destroy one another, the animals, and the earth.

People pit earthling against earthling in life to death battles: cock fights, bull fights, dog fights, any fight or representation of war will do, it doesn’t matter.

People cut the fins off sharks and throw the shark back into the ocean to die slowly, painfully, and helpless at the bottom of the sea. Fin soup for an expression of love.

People set dogs on fire, for kicks.

People put firecrackers up cats’ asses, for amusement.

People boil lobsters alive.

People pull the wings off flies.

People imprison animals in cages to delight themselves.

People dissect live animals to “better understand them.”

People brutally bludgeon seals and dolphins to death in a sea of blood.

People skin, shear, and rip the fur, feathers, and hide off live animals without a second’s thought.

People pound pigs to death with pipes. Because they want to eat them. Any means justifies the ends. Or does it?

People are deviously greedy, selfish, hateful, and gluttonous to an infinite degree.

And there you have it, my reasons for being, The Adversary.

But my list is by no means complete. The evil that humanity does and is willingly capable of would take the digital space the equivalent size of Jupiter to record. And then spill over into the endless abyss.

So, don’t ever, ever lecture me to do more for people than animals. And don’t ever mention the fleeting good humans are capable of. I’m sick of hearing it. It’s all mindlessly obligatory and self-ingratiating if it’s anything at all. And all so damnably overshadowed by the impenetrable darkness of their soul.

No, I’m not on your side, humanity.

You can’t possible get what you deserve. So, until you transmute — as few have done — into that lovingly caring heart-filled species you fancy yourselves to be, consider me your foe.

Because I am, you created me.

Now you must live with the wrath of my aim: To undermine your craft at every twist and turn, at every inkling of opportunity. This is war.