How racist and bigoted must we Americans seem to the Chinese trying to tell them not to eat dogs while we eat other animals? We say Donald Trump is making our country look bad. Seems like we do a damn fine job of looking bad all on our own.
Hopefully someday soon we will all realize that culture is just the lies that were repeated enough to be believed by the people in one geographic location.
The End is Near for Animal Agriculture!
If you are worried about the future of animal rights, take a walk on a college campus. Here in Williamsburg at William and Mary, there are so many students that are vegan, moving towards veganism or at the very least open to it. In all my time on campus this year, I've yet to run into a single person that has had anything negative to say about my pro-animal message displayed on buttons, stickers, or otherwise. The future looks bright. Never lose hope. We've almost reached the top with the boulder. Even the Gods themselves can't stop the vegan Sisyphus. That rock has met its match on the slippery Hill of Dogma and Monkish Ignorance!
Symptoms of being a non-vegan:
- Lack of empathy for others
- Chooses their own temporary pleasure over another's lifetime of misery
- Ignores the obvious
- Actively avoids seeking out the truth
- Wants patience while they make others suffer the consequences of their actions.
- Complains about the injustices they are dealing with while participating in and funding the injustices perpetuated on others
- Thinks a lot about the suffering of plants
- Mocks the compassion and empathy felt by others towards those whom them make suffer
- Is annoyed by people who make morally decent and consistent choices
- Thinks personal choices can have victims.
- Thinks scientific facts about global warming, human health, and animal sentience are easily dismissed by simply refusing to believe them.
- Thinks it is gross to eat plants but will gladly eat bloody rotting flesh while drinking pus filled secretions of another animal's mother.
- Are extremely angered by people who say they love animals and actually follow through with this assertion by not harming or killing animals.
- making justifications that miss this the fact that lack of effort or willingness to change are not commensurate with what animals suffer through.
- believing that baby steps deserve a pat on the back. - claiming to stand for civil rights while denying all rights to certain others.
- claiming to be a feminist while supporting the rape and abuse of female being (and funding it through your purchases).
My Paleo-Parenting Style
I'm really at my boiling point with a certain group of people. It is those people who want to tell me that I shouldn't beat my children. I get that they think they are all high and mighty because a good fist to a child's face doesn't give them a thrill. But, for many of us, it is something we find quite enjoyable. I understand it is a momentary pleasure at the expense of long term emotional and physical damage to a child but it is just a personal choice that I make and don't feel like anyone has the right to tell me what I should and shouldn't do. I've considered cutting back on the ass-whoopings that I give my kids. For a while I gave up beating the shit out of them on Saturdays. I called it Slap-free Saturdays. But, I craved slapping my kids, which I figured was my bodies way of telling me that I really needed to hurt them to feel good. Plus, when I don't beat my kids I get kind of tired. It kind of leaves me feeling with energy. I've heard that if I waited a few weeks that feeling would pass, but again, I really enjoy beating them and it really is a personal choice. Now, I have decided to phase out punches directly to the face over the next 18 years. So, this won't actually benefit the kids I currently have, but future generations will no longer have to suffer that abuse. And I made this choice because I want to feel better about my style of beating kids. It is important to me that I can feel good about how I harm them. And face punching clearly takes things too far. But, throat and gut punching is completely kid-mane. And parents have been beating kids for all of human history, so it is completely natural. I understand it is not for everyone, but it is crazy to believe that someday everyone will stop beating their kids. So, if you want to treat your kids with love and compassion then go for it. But, just stop telling me what to do. Oh, and if I want to beat my kids in front of you, you should be able to handle it. It's not like I'm making you beat them. I get tired of family members not wanting to come to family functions if I'm going to beat the crap out of my kids there. They are being so extreme. I love my kids, but I also love the feeling of my fist knocking the wind out of them. Plus, how would I teach my kids to behave without beatings? I like to think of myself as a good-manners conversationalist. And as we all know, all good conservation practices require violence.
In short, stop f*cking eating animals! Your excuses and justifications sound this ignorant and sometimes even worse.
Why do you need a special certification to bring a living animal into a grocery store, but the rotting dead bodies of animals known to cause heart disease and cancer are not considered a health risk and are always welcome and on display?
Fortunately, most places welcome Charlotte (my piglet) in, but the few places that have questioned me about her force me to wonder what kind of world I live in where a clean, healthy, and loved animal is seen as dirty and disgusting to be near food, but if she were chopped up and wrapped in plastic - often leaking blood and other fluids out of the package... well that is perfectly healthy and normal according to human standards.
Behind Bacon is a Being
I've been laying on the couch for the past two hours with a piglet snuggled up against my chest with her head nuzzled into my neck. She was sound asleep and the only movements she made was her snout twitching wildly as she had some dream about apparently smelling something. She completely trusts me and is comforted by my presence as she sleeps.
Yet, we live in a world where animals have no reason to trust humans. As a species, we have gone out of our way to prove that we will do anything to anyone if it suits our interest. The people working for Smithfield Foods know pigs are not mindless non-sentient beings. They know they are taking the equivalent of human children and treating them to a life of abuse. And consumers know that behind their bacon is a being. How are we capable of this? The information is out there. We know how intelligent these animals are, but even that shouldn't be required. Because, it should be enough that we do not need to harm animals to survive and these animals don't want to die. Toss in that it is a known cancer cause to eat bacon and basically all animal products and it becomes only more baffling.
And honestly, it comes a bit hard to swallow as I watch people protest against Trump for all sorts of (justified) reasons while at the same time participating in this animal holocaust. All that I know is there must be all sorts of glass shards across the country and the world as people hurl criticism at Trump for the horrid things he is doing as they fund the mutilation, rape, abuse and murder of innocent beings that are only guilty of being voiceless, defenseless, and of no financial or political benefit to defend.
I'm not saying to let up on Trump or whatever cause you are fighting for. I'm just asking that the world do it with a clear conscience. Go vegan, do what you can to not intentionally harm other living beings, and then at least I can take you seriously. Otherwise, you might as well be a child molester protesting outside a rape clinic. It would be just as morally consistent as not being vegan (essentially supporting stripping every right from animals) and then bitching about some rights being taken away from you or others.
If only one of us could get to the future and grab a history textbook, it would make our lives so much easier if we could just show people living today that the future generations look back in horror at how we treated animals. Wearing fur, eating animals, and attending entertainment where animals are used and abused will rank as the greatest crime and most selfish act of the human species. Nothing in human history can rival the extent of abuse, the amount of violence used, and the number of victims. And worst of all, the amount of denial amounts to the greatest collective self-deception that will ever and has ever happened. What will your legacy be? Will you be someone who chose to make the right choice regardless of what it required? Or will you go with the flow and deny rights to others while demanding them for yourself? I know what path I will take... I hope to see you on the trail to justice.
Day 100 of my ongoing protest for animals
My friend Dan Carron organized a surprise to have people from all over the area show up to protest for day 100! I was blown away and can't begin to say how much it meant to me to have around 20 people show up ( Rachael Ellis, Sandra Dixon, Yayoi Sprague, Jordan Quihuetzcaltiá Brown Fenton, Jenny and Conchita, Michele Lynox, Patricia Bradley, Patricia Thompson, Laura Lee Cascada, Rhonda, Sabine and her kids and for some reason my phone won't let me tag certain people right now so I'll add everyone else soon). It was so amazing see so many people there to celebrate day 100 with me. And people were honking and waving and more. Only one person stopped to voice his concern that we were harming children in China by wearing clothes made in China, but we think it just means there was hope for him.
I can't thank Dan enough for organizing this. He does so much already towards helping animals among other causes, so it means the world to me that he put this surprise together! And to everyone who came and stood in the rain today holding up signs for animals... THANK YOU more than I can ever say! Best friends/family you could ever ask for!
Running on empty, but still running.
Day 89 of my ongoing protest.
Today has been a struggle to get moving. First off, my dog may only weigh 4 or 5 pounds, but when you factor in how peaceful and happy she looks sleeping on my belly, it adds a few hundred pounds. But even once I get past that hurdle, my body is begging me to stop. My eyes don't want to be open, my legs don't want to carry me and my brain doesn't want to function. Maybe the weather is doing it or maybe it's just never taking a break.
Fortunately, when I get to my corner, turn on my protest playlist on Spotify and hold up my signs and see the first few sets of eyes looking at a daily dose of truth, suddenly all is well and I'm ready to take on the world again.
The Phillips' Family
The Dad- Ryan, 38,