I am not a human being; I'm an animal

I hereby officially renounce my human status.  I am no longer a human.  Hopefully, I will retain my humanly rights.  I'm lucky to not be a pig, chicken, cow, fish, lobster, cow, or turkey.  Obviously, most people don't care about the way these animals are treated.
Which is why I don't want to be a human.  Every single day I'm reminded how insane this "human" society is.  I'm a vegan.  Most people eat meat, which means they don't care about the animals they're eating.  HUMANS DON'T NEED TO EAT MEAT TO SURVIVE.  In fact, it's much healthier to eat vegan whole foods: veggies, fruits, nuts, seeds, and whole grains.  Most people procreate, which means they don't care about their sons and daughters.  This is a f**cked-up, violent world.  I love my kids too much to bring them into this world.  There is so much pain, misery, and suffering in this world.  To continue this cycle of misery is practically the definition of insanity.   
Animals are innocent.  They are following their natural instincts.  They don't understand things the way humans do.  Their societies aren't nearly as crazy as human society is.  They kill because they are hungry or to protect themselves or their young uns.  Obviously, humans are the biggest murderers in the history of the world.  Even the dinosaurs didn't kill at the levels that humans do ("food" animals, the holocaust, war, terrorism).          
I am so crazy, that I briefly considered crawling instead of walking.  I decided against it because it would probably be too painful and uncomfortable (knees on asphalt).
So people don't think they're animals.  That's crazy.  People have so much in common with animals: mouths, heads, teeth, blood, lips, lungs, brains, drinking water, eating food, sleeping, peeing, pooping, living, dying, skin, noses, limbs, etc.  People are animals.  They're just the worst animals to ever walk the Earth.  The most violent.  The most selfish.  The most destructive.  Good riddance.     

Hanging on by a Paw

Sometimes, all you have to live for is a paw.  These are dark times for me.  However, this weekend, I spent the night at my friend's house.  He has 2 cats: Jack and Berkeley.  I slept on a couch.  Berkeley slept on the couch cushion that was right over my head.  He used to recline on the couch cushion that was closer to my feet.  Because of the location of the TV, I always face the same way when I recline.  Lately, Berkeley has switched cushions he lies on, I think, because he wants to make it easier for me to pet him.  He's a very sweet cat.  So is Jack, but he's a bit of a scaredy cat.
I was sleeping on the couch and I opened my eyes.  I was looking up.  I saw one of Berkeley's paws hanging over the couch cushion.  That sight delighted me.  My friend, Berkeley, slept right above my head.
When I'm depressed, and I often am, I try to remember to think about the sight of Berkeley's paw.   

Where Are My Bloody Page Views?!

This groundhog is ready to attack.

If I don't get enough page views, I will send my army of groundhogs to attack those who haven't viewed my blog recently.  You have been warned.

Family Snapshot

 
"Family Snapshot" by Peter Gabriel

The streets are lined with camera crews
Everywhere he goes is news
Today is different
Today is not the same
Today I make the action
Take snapshot into the light, snapshot into the light
I'm shooting into the light

Four miles down the cavalcade moves on
Driving into the sun
If I worked it out right
They won't see me or the gun

Two miles to go, they're clearing the road
The cheering has really begun
I've got my radio
I can hear what's going on

I've been waiting for this
I have been waiting for this
All you people in TV land
I will wake up your empty shells
Peak-time viewing blown in a flash
As I burn into your memory cells
'Cos I'm alive

They're coming 'round the corner with the bikers at the front
I'm wiping the sweat from my eyes
-It's a matter of time
-It's a matter of will
And the governor's car is not far behind
He's not the one I've got in mind
'Cos there he is-the man of the hour, standing in the limousine
"I don't really hate you
-I don't care what you do
We were made for each other
-Me and you
I want to be somebody
-You were like that too
If you don't get given you learn to take
And I will take you."

Holding my breath
Release the catch
And I let the bullet fly

All turned quiet-I have been here before
Lonely boy hiding behind the front door
Friends have all gone home
There's my toy gun on the floor
Come back Mum and Dad
You're growing apart
You know that I'm growing up sad
I need some attention
I shoot into the light

I Don't Want to Live in a World...

I don't want to live in a world...
where alcohol exists.
where alcohol doesn't exist.
where cruelty to animals is institutionalized.
where so many people's faces are in their f**king phones.
where depression exists.
where it's socially acceptable to eat meat.
where suicide is among the leading causes of death.
I don’t want to live in a world of “likes” and “favorites.”
in which people want to be terrorists.
in which violence occurs regularly and frequently.
in which money matters to people more than the lives of animals.
in which I’m allergic to cats, dogs, and hogs (and I am).
in which war exists.
in which people claim to be happy, but only if they can believe in imaginary friends (god, jesus).
in which people who believe in imaginary friends can call ME crazy.
in which rodeos, which feature cruelty to animals, are considered to be entertainment.
in which people have all the rights (freedom and safety from violence) & animals have almost none.
where pain exists.
where poop exists.
where pee pee exists.
where blood is spilled everyday.
where people are forcing many animals to live horrible lives in intense captivity.
where intimidation and brutality thrives every day.
where people bring other people & animals into a world of violence and misery every day.
in which unfathomable suffering (animal and human) occurs each and every day.
in which animals are murdered on a massive scale every day.
in which the strong (humans) mostly agree that they should brutalize the weak (animals).

Life Is a Pain in the Ass

 
Until death,
Teeth will need to be brushed.
Teeth will need to be flossed.
Hands will need to be washed.
Arms will need to be washed.
Genitals will need to be washed.
Asses will need to be washed.
Feet will need to be washed.
Legs will need to be washed.
Faces will need to be washed.
Bald heads will need to be washed.
Necks will need to be washed.
Armpits will need to be washed.
Sweeping will need to be done.
Dusting will need to be done.
Mopping will need to be done.
Work will need to be done.
Laundry will need to be done.
Suffering will need to be done.
Misery will be experienced.
Pain will be felt.
Bodies will deteriorate with age.
Minds will deteriorate with age.
Loneliness will be experienced.
Sickness will be dealt with.
Diseases will be contracted.
Shoelaces will need to be tied.
Death will be dealt with.
Fingernails will need to be cut.
Toenails will need to be cut.
Hair will need to be washed.
Hair will need to be cut.
Hair will need to be combed.
Windows will need to be opened.
Windows will need to be closed.
Dishes will need to be washed.
Ovens will need to be cleaned.
Batteries will have to be replaced.
Car problems will need to be dealt with.
Warts will need to be dealt with.
STDs will need to be dealt with.
Phones will need to be charged.
Bills will need to be paid.
Presents will need to be bought.
Cards will need to be sent.
Asses will need to be wiped.
Toilets will need to be flushed.
Shopping will need to be done.
Food will need to be eaten.
Food will need to be prepared.
Toilets will need to be cleaned.
Tubs will need to be cleaned.
Garbage must be thrown out.
Grass will need to be cut.
Leaves must be raked.
Bushes will need to be trimmed.
Coffee must be made.
Sunscreen will need to be applied.
Shaving must be done.
Saving must be done.
Lights must be turned on.
Lights must be turned off.
TVs must be turned on.
TVs must be turned off.
Music must be turned on.
Music must be turned off.
Music will need to be turned up.
Music will need to be turned down.
Commuting will need to be done.
Vacuuming will need to be done.
Clothes must be worn.
Clothes must be taken off.
Deodorant must be applied.
Peeing will need to be done.
Pooping will need to be done.
Farting will need to be done.
Bleeding will need to be done.
Zits will need to be popped.

This Life Isn't for Everyone

 
In the history of the world, no person or animal has agreed to the terms of existence prior to being brought into it.  This is obvious to many.  However, it is one of the reasons why I haven't brought a person or animal into this world, and I hope I never do.
America is one of the (if not the most) freest countries in the world.  However, only the very wealthy are truly free.  The rest of us must work for a living.  This is also obvious.  But many people don't like their jobs.  Many people hate their jobs.  Not everyone can be a successful rock star, movie star, or professional athlete.  So most of us aren't really free.
Working at a job you dislike or hate isn't for everyone.  When biological parents, who aren't very wealthy, bring their sons and daughters into this world, they're forcing them to live a certain way.  Their children will have to go to school.  They will have to behave themselves.  At a certain point, they will have to enter the workforce.
A lot people can't "hack" working at a job they hate.  They try, but they just can't do it.  It's just not for them.  What happens to these people?  They become homeless.  They turn to a life of crime, and, as a result, end up dead or in prison.  And they commit suicide.  Suicide is always a leading cause of death.  In the U.S., there are more suicides than homicides.  Since 9/11, more U.S. soldiers have committed suicide than have been killed in the wars in Afghanistan and Iraq.
I'm living a life of rejection.  I've been let go from lots of jobs.  I apply for jobs.  But, probably becasue I've been out of work for a long time, I remain unemployed.  I didn't ask for this life.  I did not sign up for this.  I did not give my permission to be brought into this world and deal with all the crap that one has to deal with.  When I apply for jobs, I'm competing with lots of other people for them.  This is a result of overpopulation.  I haven't contributed to the problem of overpopulation, but I must deal with the consequences regardless.
Alcohol is a demon.  I have depression.  I realize alcohol is a depressant.  Therefore, I should not drink.  I am less depressed when I don't drink.  On the other hand, I enjoy drinking.  But, once the drinking is done, the depression sets in.  These are some real problems I face:
I don't want to drink, but I don't want to be sober.
I don't want to live, but I don't want to kill myself.                     

This is Veganman

Don't judge a book by its cover.

The book I wrote, Veganman, is available here on Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00ZSHNT5I It's available on other countries' Amazon websites too.
This is the description I wrote for Veganman:
There is no book like this one. It is the definitive animal liberation novel. This book informs while it entertains. It’s violent, because it is an attempt to show people how animals are treated by treating humans the same way. This is an expression of vegan and vegetarian anger. Sadly, it’s not any more violent than the way animals are treated by people every single day. This is the rare story that’s more about animals’ happiness than people’s happiness. This is fiction for a reason. It’s fiction from the heart. Numerous ways in which animals are treated cruelly are addressed. This is a strange book. One chapter might contain violence, because it was necessary to liberate the animals. However, the next chapter might be quite different, because it shows how things have improved greatly for the liberated animals. This book is both an animal lover’s dream and an animal abuser’s nightmare. It’s a result of the author’s love for all animals; he is trying to change the world for their benefit. However, you don’t have to be a vegan to enjoy this story. It’s fresh, original, well-written, well-researched, packed with action, and even funny at times.
As a result of becoming aware of animal cruelty, Mike became a vegan. He read books and learned much about the many different ways in which people mistreat animals. Since people don’t need to eat meat, he became convinced that it was wrong to do so. He dedicated himself to helping animals in need: especially those living in horrible conditions under the control of humans. He used the traditional, non-violent methods to try to change hearts and minds about the way we treat animals, but, when that failed, he realized he needed to become the first true animal liberation soldier. He sent a letter to several media organizations that warned people to become vegans or face consequences. Only after he killed his first two victims, a butcher and a fur shop owner, did the media report the existence of the letter. He continued to punish “enemies of animals.” He also attempted to recruit people to join him. Eventually, people did join him, and the Animal Liberation Organization became a force to be reckoned with. Mike, now Veganman, led by blogging. Activist computer experts made sure his blog was virtually invisible to anyone who hadn’t been authorized to see it. Veganman blogged about different sorts of animal cruelty. The purpose of the blog was to help any animals that needed it. He also commanded his soldiers to liberate animals and punish any humans who got in the way. The liberated animals were transported to spacious sanctuaries where they would be taken care of by real animal lovers. The activists turned the tables on people who abused, or paid others to abuse, animals. They needed funding, so he ordered activists to rob people who had made considerable sums of money at the expense of animals. This fortune provided them with the means to fulfill their wildest animal rescue fantasies. What began with one man became a revolution.
Thanks for all the page views.  

It's Bloody Well Good Enough for Me

A Beautiful Groundhog

Thanks for the 2 pages views, although it's possible that they are from people interested about serial killer Danny Rolling, because I posted about him with a picture I took of a groundhog,   As a result, people Google Danny Rolling and, if they scroll far enough, see a picture of a groundhog.  So they click on it, and I get pages views because of it.  But that wasn't my intention at all.  I was just into taking pics of groundhogs at the time. I've stopped taking pics of them.  They're cute.  I've seen a lot of great groundhog behavior.  I was recently thinking about a poor, lonely groundhog who lived right next to me.  It seemed like she wanted to be mother to some baby groundhogs living right next to me.  I'm not kidding you.  There is a groundhog hole (home) right up against the corner of my apt. building, which is where I dwell.  I think she scared away the mama and was trying to be mother to her babies.  But I think she might have been too mean.  The babies left.  One day, I heard the wannabe mother groundhog: calling out to one or all of the babies.  I heard a noise and didn't know what it was.  I looked out the window and saw her.  She was breathing heavily in between yelping.  I really think she was calling out to the missing babies. 

Trying to Survive

 
I haven't blogged properly in a while.  Part of the reason is I was working on Veganman, but that's available on Amazon here: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00ZSHNT5I
Today was a pretty good day, mostly because I met up with my best friend.
But I've been thinking about how I have been rejected throughout my life.  I was rejected by my father when I was 2 years old.  I don't have a job, and I keep getting rejected whenever I look for one.  I've written 2 books, but I haven't yet been able to get them published professionally.  They're self-published on Amazon.  But, even though I worked hard on them, I'm proud of both, not many people have bought them, which is understandable because I'm unknown.    
But how much can a person live a life of rejection?  I don't know how much longer I can deal with society shunning me.  Although I've worked as a writer, I haven't had a regular job for a while.  I think this is the biggest reason why I don't get hired.   So I feel like the odd man out.  I'm beyond  broke; I'm running on empty.  I'm living off of credit cards.  I'm pretty depressed, which is why I've been too depressed to blog.
Life isn't fair.  Some people, just because they were fortunate, never had to deal with problems like these.  Republicans would like us to think that life is fair.
Well, this is a test.  I wouldn't blame anyone for ditching this blog.  I've been too inactive.  If I can get some encouragement (page views or comments), that could spur me on to blog more.  Is anybody out there?     

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