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!

Footnotes:

[1] Animal Enterprise Terrorism Act (AETA) http://www.greenisthenewred.com/blog/tag/animal-enterprise-terrorism-act/

[2] ‘Biological annihilation:’ Earth’s 6th mass extinction is underway https://www.usatoday.com/story/tech/science/2017/07/10/earth-faces-sixth-mass-extinction/465655001/

[3] Global Farm Animal Production and Global Warming: Impacting and Mitigating Climate Change https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC2367646/

[4] Meat industry runoff has created a massive dead zone in the Gulf of Mexico http://boingboing.net/2017/08/03/meat-industry-runoff-has-creat.html

[5] Seafood could collapse by 2050, experts warn http://www.nbcnews.com/id/15532333/ns/world_news-world_environment/t/seafood-could-collapse-experts-warn/

[6] One-third of fish caught worldwide used as animal feed http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/earth/earthnews/3353985/One-third-of-fish-caught-worldwide-used-as-animal-feed.html

[7] Ghost Fishing Nets: Invisible Killers in the Oceans http://earthisland.org/journal/index.php/elist/eListRead/ghost_fishing_nets_invisible_killers_in_the_oceans/

[8] ‘Sea Slaves’: The Human Misery That Feeds Pets and Livestock https://www.nytimes.com/2015/07/27/world/outlaw-ocean-thailand-fishing-sea-slaves-pets.html

[9] Agriculture http://www.rainforestfoundation.org/agriculture/

[10] Facts on Animal Farming and the Environment http://www.onegreenplanet.org/animalsandnature/facts-on-animal-farming-and-the-environment/

[11] Water Resources: Agricultural and Environmental Issues https://academic.oup.com/bioscience/article/54/10/909/230205/Water-Resources-Agricultural-and-Environmental

[12] Feed the World https://www.viva.org.uk/feed-world

Other references:

[a] Hidden costs of industrial agriculture http://www.ucsusa.org/food_and_agriculture/our-failing-food-system/industrial-agriculture/hidden-costs-of-industrial.html

[b] What is sustainable agriculture? http://www.ucsusa.org/our-work/food-agriculture/solutions/advance-sustainable-agriculture

[c] Our Food Our World http://www.converge.org.nz/pirm/ofow.htm

 

Simulation Hypothesis

Cosmic Winter Wonderland
Cosmic “Winter” Wonderland — Image via NASA

Of all things in the mighty universe,
the planets, moons, stars, and unfathomed space.
And so many life forms that came to be:
in the forest, hills, plains, mountains, and sea.
Of all inanimate objects there are,
why did I become this man that I am?
A curse, a blessing, my soul’s regressing.
Oh, why couldn’t I just never have been?
Never have end for never had begin!
There are no answers, and yet I drudge on,
knowing well the answer will never dawn.

We have no explanations, only dubious hypotheses to questions of our origin, our purpose if any. Only fools profess to know the unknowable. Myself, I can’t help but wonder, is it all an illusion, the fancy profusion of fake realities? A computer simulation, a binary stimulation? A contest, to see who wins and who loses. Who rises above the cruel and mundane? Then what is the prize awaiting the wise? And what of the fate of the losers?

Simulation Hypothesis

Veil of Illusions

All your life, you’ve been lied to, manipulated, influenced, persuaded, baited, and cajoled to do things you would never have done, to believe things you would never have considered had they left you to your will.

And the worst part, you never had a clue.

That’s how Authority’s mind controlling venoms work, keeping you unaware and assured that you’re free to decide and act on your own while managing your every thought.

The antidote to these governing toxins resides in your willingness to see the freedom entitled every Earthling. Liberty lay just beyond the Veil of Illusions.


Kenmore and Craftsman, pictured above, nicknamed Yoda and Buddy-L. rescued  June 2016, by my son-in-law, Ricky Asmus, from a K-Mart dumpster. Innocent Earthlings discarded as trash by a dreg.

Their eyes closed and their umbilical cords dangled, newborns in a world short on compassion, yet miraculously finding a hero in the Seas of Cruelty.

They are now the equivalent of teenagers, a few months older than the picture; rambunctious, happy and healthy residing with us in our country home.

Killing, Get It?

Enormous beef plants are designed to process large volumes of arriving cattle. After cattle are stunned, they are bled out on the Cargill production line in Dodge City, Kan. They then go through a "carcass wash;" their hides are removed; and the cattle are cut into pieces. (Keith Myers/The Kansas City Star)
Enormous beef plants are designed to process large volumes of arriving cattle. After cattle are stunned, they are bled out on the Cargill production line in Dodge City, Kan. They then go through a “carcass wash;” their hides are removed; and the cattle are cut into pieces. (Keith Myers/The Kansas City Star) [How lovely.]

Fellow earthlings hang. Excited hearts now pump faintly their last drops of life as blood flows a river inside the abattoir. White-robed overlords oversee with heartless glee the demand the people place upon them.

Killing.

It’s what humans do. I get it, now.

The government gets it. Man, do they ever.

Hunters, anglers, trappers all get it, and they get it well.

Every flesh-eater gets it; they cause it, abnormally so, and to their liking.

The slaughterhouse business is a boom, and they get, and take it all the way to the bank, who gets it.

The prison system gets it, with itchy fingers can’t wait.

Cops and soldiers get it, they signed up to get it.

Kill. Kill. Kill, for fuck’s sake.

It’s everywhere, and it’s 24/7/365.25.

Killing.

No big deal, right? I get it.

But hey, let a news story break, a tragic accident, a natural catastrophe, shooting, people killed, animals hurt. An empathetic twinkle sparks inside an otherwise numb-skull, and suddenly the Androids get all emotional, teary eyed. Heartfelt.

Really?

What the hell?

Somebody got killed.

So what?

Who cares?

Nobody. That’s who.

After their obligatory sorrow drowns in its evanescent grief, everything’s hunky-dory. Enervated emotions are restored. Now back to the business of kill and let kill until the next spate of death hits the public airwaves. Then guess what? Suddenly sparked, fleeting superficialities ignite once again with an emasculated flare-up.

Why bother with silly transitory sentiment?

Killing.

It’s what humans do, by fuck. They KILL!

Rejoice!

Killing, a tradition we can’t live without, by participating within.

Comparing Us to Animals?

The Animals
Image credit: Unknown. But whoever the artist, they did a mighty fine job. Kudos.

Us and Them, Let’s See

Who hasn’t heard numerous times before that, “You can’t compare humans to animals. That’s ridiculous.”

For example, you can’t compare the Jewish Holocaust with the animal holocaust or black slavery to the slavery of animals. Or, simply human suffering to animal suffering.

I agree, it’s preposterous.

It’s belittling.

No valid comparison can a rational person conjure.

What demented reasoning defies logic to suggest an identity between the two? Ha!

Double Ha!

What possible presentation could infer equality? Only, lunacy.

Who contests we have no equal? Who dare?

What animal, ever, in its existence, possessed the indispensable disposition to initiated a war. None! Damn you, I say, none.

What animal able of producing massive amounts of disposables to overload the landfills and fill the mighty oceans? Yes, only us, and us alone!

What animal ever invented machinery able to pollute the air, water, and land with such ease and indifference? The mere utterance, asinine.

What animal capable of creating genetically modified organisms, medicines, chemicals, and poisons able to sicken and disease every living organism? Oh phew!

What animal maliciously harms another? Rape? Murder? Steal? Lie? Cheat? Grab a pussy?

What other being commands such convoluted communication skills as to sow ambiguity and dubiety into every syllable? Bark, bark. Meow, meow. Moo, moo. Really?

What animal ever watched Jerry Springer?

What animal willingly surrenders their freedom to empower an Authoritarian Overlord? A government they bow to? And then willingly pays this Determining Absolute the fruit of their labors? Come-on.

What animal creates imaginary Gods to give license to injustice? Damn you; they have no such imaginings. Thank God.

Now, who fancies any animal even remotely capable of such atrocities as the Holocaust, or that of black slavery, or the genocide of whole native populations, or the extinctions of entire species, or animal agriculture? None!

How dare any dunderhead compare us to the animals. Idiots.

Why I Write

Loving mother and calf. Source Mercy for Animals http://www.mercyforanimals.org/
Loving Mother and Calf

Why I Write

I write for change.

I write to free the slaves.

I write to expose the criminals.

I write to protect the innocent.

I write to denounce the guilty.

I write to reveal cruelty.

I write for the voiceless.

I write for freedom.

I write for peace.

I write as though all the world is reading.

As if, all the world cared.

The Winner Is…

It feels like this. Doesn’t it?

By hell, it is like this.

And not just somewhere, but everywhere.

Go anywhere, and you’ll see them. Their faces downcast, with eyes transfixed as though impaled to the tiny illuminated screen they hold in front of them, mere inches away from reality. Engrossed in the trivial, suspended in the binary, irredeemably locked into the Matrix (Yes! The Matrix. It is as real as the words on this screen. Hmm).

Poor souls.

They are, the walking dead in the Brave New World of the Android (no pun intended).

Capitalism has won.

The game is done.

Changed

They tell me I’ve changed,

but they don’t know the half.

They say I’ve lost my mind,

but it was never mine to begin.

—At an art fair in Southern Indiana

artists peddle their overpriced wares, nice as they are,

to the interested disinterested masses

who will go home carrying mostly what they came with.

There’s a fat, red-faced white man wearing a bow tie and straw hat,

his shirt wet with salty sweat,

holding the reins to his horse-drawn carriage,

sitting beneath the shade of the built-in canopy,

while his slave horses bake in the sun on the hot pavement

beside God’s Christian church where they’re serving chicken breasts

to the old folks bused in from who-the-fuck-knows-where.

(Little do any of these, the old fat fucker, or God even care as long as they all get what they came for: money, a meal, obedience.)

A racially mixed crowd marches through the streets protesting the KKK,

who are protesting Goddamn knows what.

However, the straight-piped Harleys drown them both out

in a sea of roaring CCs, with attitudes to match.

Thick smoke drifts up in the hot still air from the food corridor,

where folks revel on the flesh of my friends,

invading like a mob in a creepy zombie film show,

immersing clothes, hair, and eyes in a rancid haze

nauseating the senses of the sensitive,

while I buy six dollars a bar, handmade soap

—only because it’s vegan.

A few miles down, in middle of the road, a deer lies slowly dying,

her legs twitch, her eyes alert.

Hit by a distracted driver posting selfies to Instagram—

because the bitch thinks she’s special and can.

With 4000+ faux Facebook friends, what other possible conclusion is there?

Well, I think you know what the problem is just as well as I do.

The Millennial’s mother told her, she was special,

and so she believes it.

Well, she’s not and neither are you.

—Unless you’re doing something special, you’re just another

run-of-the-mill, bottom-dwelling crap-sucker

sucking hind tit off an Empire struggling

to defeat 30,000 Taliban

while it taunts a billion Chinese

and a million Russians into war,

set to the music of a nuclear finale.

But still, its dutiful citizens pledge allegiance.

(Except for a handful down on one knee.)

And the nation prepares to make it all better

by voting to be, “Stronger Together.”

A megalomaniac on one side a psychopath on the other,

take your pick, red or blue, it doesn’t fucking matter.

Meanwhile a white teenager, his hair in dreadlocks,

takes a brow beating from a black girl, her hair in dreadlocks,

both look hip as shit, but accusing him of

“Cultural Appropriation.”

What the fuck?

Who starts all this confrontational interpretation?

In my time, and I know that’s irrelevant,

it was that imitation was the sincerest form of flattery.

No more, now it’s a personal affront.

Another goddamn wedge forced between people

pretending to fight for social justice,

while they rob liquor stores and steal TVs

from their own neighborhood establishments.

And nobody realizes they’re being played to the hilt,

by an elite who’s dead-set on destroying us all for a trillion bucks,

and the power to match.

…they say I’ve changed.

Fear Sells

They say sex sells.

Perhaps, a trifle.

However, nothing outsells fear, and each fear has something significant to sell, tangible and otherwise.

The fear of war.
The fear of peace.
The fear of death.
The fear of hell.
The fear of gods.
The fear of devils.
The fear of jail.
The fear of disease.
The fear of growing old.
The fear of going bald.
The fear of growing fat.
The fear of ridicule.
The fear of loneliness.
The fear of terrorism.
The fear of the weather.
The fear of loss.
The fear of failure.
The fear of success.
The fear of sexual impotence.
The fear of the future.
The fear of foreigners.
The fear of gays.
The fear of blacks.
The fear of yellows.
The fear of reds.
The fear of browns.
The fear of whites.
The fear of men.
The fear of women.
The fear of insects.
The fear of animals.
The fear of protein deficiency.
The fear of calcium deficiency.
The fear of vitamin deficiency.
The fear of Veganism.

We live in a world predicated on fear.

As for me? I’m fearless.

Peter the Vegan and the Orphaned Urchin

Chapter 3

<< Chapter 2- Peter the Vegan – The Burning

“Where is he then?”

“He’s gone missing, Your Honorable Honor.”

“Missing?”

“Yes, sir. I’ve dispatched my most capable guards to find and recover his corpse.”

“His corpse?”

“With all due respect, Your Honorable Honor, it stands to reason, the flames were moments from closing in before the downpour and–”

“And I suspect your men won’t have any difficulty tracking a dead man, eh, Executioner.”

“We’re searching throughout the village, Your Honorable Honor.”

“Do you think who stole the body is foolish enough to keep it in the village?”

“Well, Your Honor…”

“And what use has one of a corpse, Executioner, unless their desire is such as your own depraved manner. No, I believe Peter the Vegan is very much alive, though I suspect not feeling well. Nonetheless, when he does recover and manages to show himself again, and I believe he will for I’ve little confidence that your goons are even capable of finding their own penises — unless it used for some debauchery — much less tracking a dead man fleeing his execution. And whose survival may well be perceived by those simpletons who had witnessed your botched performance with this immoral, a miracle of God he survived. And that Executioner, need I tell you, will cast us both in a dim and challenging light.”

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