Veganman

Sorry, it's been a while.  I've been down for a while.  I wrote a book and put it on Amazon.  It's called 

VEGANMAN: THE MAN WHO STARTED A WAR FOR THE LIBERATION OF THE WORLD’S ANIMALS

The link is here:  http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00ZSHNT5I

A Letter Written for Humans from a Chicken

This is how we want to live.

This is the current reality for many of us.

Dear Humans,
Please stop eating us.  Please stop putting hens in tiny cages and taking their eggs.  Please stop being mean to us and start being nice to us.  What did we ever do to you to make you treat us the way you do?
Many of us are crowded into window-less warehouse-like buildings.  We're crowded in so tightly; it is so stressful for us.  We never get any relief.  We end up pecking each other becasue of the stress we experience from these crowded conditions.
I remember how I was treated when I was a chick.  I was kept in a drawer with a lot of other chicks.  I was tossed onto a conveyor belt.  It was so scary.  Why would you treat living beings like things?  Not only do you treat animals that way, but you treat baby animals that way.  Why are you so cruel to us?
I've seen people throwing live chickens against a wall as hard as they could.  I've seen people stomp on live chickens too.  I don't understand why.  Humans have been victimizing and brutalizing us for so long now.  Why would you be so angry at us?  We're just living completely under your thumb and control.
Cholesterol is bad for you, but you continue to take our eggs and eat them.  And egg farts are the worst.  Hens are forced to live in such tiny cages.  The cages are stacked on top of each other, so they poop on each other.  Our feet were meant to walk on dirt and grass: not a wire cage floor.  Sometimes our feet grow around the wires of the cage floor, and we end up trapped where we stand.  If you want to know how we're really treated, there are many places to get info.  You could read books like Animal Liberation by Peter Singer.  You could go to the websites of PETA and Farm Sanctuary.   
Dr. Joel Fuhrman is a very smart man.  I heard him say that chicken meat contains about as much nutritional value as white bread does.  You'd be much better off if you didn't eat us: or our eggs.  You should stop eating processed foods, dairy, sugars, and meat.  You should eat fresh fruits, veggies, beans, nuts, seeds, and whole grains.  You'd be happier and healthier if you did.  You could stop eating us animals and instead free us or take care of us as beloved pets.  We've seen how well some of you treat dogs and cats.  Why are they so lucky and we're so unlucky?  Please, please, please start treating us well.  We want to have happy lives too.    

Beware!

Groundhog baby.

"The biggest problem right now is all the animals that are being mistreated by people," Bumpkin said.  "They need help, and they are my biggest priority."
That is why her, her sisters (Sloopy and Lucinda), and I got into my car.  Before I could even start her up, the car went airborne: courtesy of Bumpkin's superpowers.  We went straight up into space.  After a brief period of warp-speed space travel, my car abruptly took a nose dive.  We slowed down just in time for a perfectly smooth landing.  A building stood before us that looked like a warehouse.  However, in the next moment, the building levitated to reveal all the chickens that had been crammed into that space.  They had been living in complete darkness every moment of every day, because it's a way in which people manipulate chickens for their own selfish purposes.  The chickens began to walk around freely.  The building that Bumpkin had levitated went further up into the sky, where she completely incinerated it with one of her fireballs.
"Hey, what the hell is going on around here?!"  This was the guy who had been keeping these poor chickens in miserable and overcrowded conditions.  He was a big, stupid-looking guy.  Bumpkin hit him in the chest with a fast fireball.  It knocked him back several feet.  He landed on his back: dead.  His chest was smoldering.
I saw a massive amount of chicken wire headed our way.  Bumpkin used it to line the nearby streets.  She probably did that to keep the chickens off the roads: to keep them safe.  These chickens were free.  After doing some squinting, they were getting used to the sun.  They were free to walk on dirt and grass: not a warehouse or cage floor.  After making sure they had enough food and water to last them a while, we were off to our next destination.
"What will happen to those chickens, Bumpkin?"
"I've texted PETA and Farm Sanctuary to let them know what happened.  They will send real animal lovers here to take care of them."
Next thing I knew, my car was hovering in front of a large office building.  I recognized the name in front of the building; it was a huge corporation that has made a lot of money while making many chickens miserable.  Here today, gone tomorrow.  Bumpkin leveled the building with one of her giant fireballs.  The animals of the world finally have the liberator they needed so badly.