Trivial Pursuits

Picture courtesy: Dig Out Your Soul

People ask, what I do,
alluding to employment
as if a career could define me
(or…resign me?)
I tell them, I am vegan
Vegan is what I do
All else is backdrop,
the occupation
of trivial pursuits

So, when they boast
of bacon, ham, or roast

I have only this for them, Fuck Off!
Most sincerely.

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.

Animals Eat Animals

Lion and cub eating a Cape buffalo. by Luca Galuzzi - www.galuzzi.it
Photo Credit: Luca Galuzzi – http://www.galuzzi.it – Lion and cub eating a Cape Buffalo.[1]
Animals eat animals.

Yep, some do.

About 250 species of animals are carnivores, a minuscule number to the whole.[2]

We call these animals, predators. They are a beneficial lot whose actions sustain an ecological balance. Unlike the human who too holds the distinction as a predator, albeit better defined as an insane predator, whose senseless, needless killing is nothing short of murder. And whose very existence is hostile to aiding any semblance of environmental harmony.

Let’s compare the two, the sane to an insane predator, to better understand their differences.

While the animal predator is quick to kill their prey, the human predator is a malicious creature whose selfish demand keeps their prey prisoner, caged, confined, and tortured, and often for years before brutally dispatched.

While the animal predator has no interest in a theatrical production of their kill, the human — Hunter and gourmand alike — conceited and vainglorious model beside their fresh-kill or their gluttonous feast for stills and videos to later gloat and brag to posterity, or to any who pretend to lend an ear.

Further, some make trophies of the dead carcasses or dismembered parts thereof and set them on exhibit to further inflate their bloated egos. It’s called compensating, an effort to mask their deficiencies as a natural predator and the diversion of their sexual inadequacy.

The animal predator is by nature equipped to capture prey and consume it raw. Not so with the insane predator whose slowness, dull senses, and lesser agility requires weapons, snares, traps, and cowardly underhanded tactics, and the flesh he desires to devour must be properly treated and cooked to make palatable and safe for his consumption. Despite this, the insane predator fights an endless battle with excessive protein intake, digestive maladies, heartburn, constipation, indigestion, obesity, and disease.

While the animal predator kills to live, the human predator lives to kill or has his victims slain by another; this is his so-called sport, a bloodlust excitement. Possessed with an obsession to murder that he not only commits against the vulnerable but also upon his species.

Yes, some animals eat other animals. However, the highly evolved and keenly aware human animal declines any participation.

[1] Photo Credit: Luca Galuzzi, http://www.galuzzi.it/default.aspx

[2] 10 Facts About Carnivores http://animals.about.com/od/carnivores/a/carnivore-facts.htm