Taking a Stand

To be sung to the tune of the chorus of Jethro Tull's "Skating Away on the Thin Ice of the New Day-"
Taking a stand
Taking a stand
Taking a stand on the new land with a plan

A couple of work friends asked me to have dinner with them in a restaurant.  Not surprisingly, both of them are meat eaters.  I insisted that they order no meat at the restaurant. 
"That's not fair," my coworker replied to my request.  Your meat eating is not fair to the animals you're eating.  She also said, "You're around people eating meat here."  We were in our workplace's break room. 
"I have to be around it here," I replied.  Because I have to work and make money to support myself.  I don't have to be around shit like that on my free time.
I hardly ever eat out anyway, and that's fine.  I don't enjoy being served by a server who's being fake nice to me in order to get as big a tip as possible: not my idea of a good time.  It ain't cheap, either, and I am.
My coworker thought my request was unreasonable.  So, instead of being at the restaurant with them tonight, I'm alone, writing, and listening to metal.  I don't want to sit at a table with people who are eating meat.  People eating meat and wearing leather offend me.  What's even worse is when it's wasted.  How can I enjoy myself when I'm worried one, or both, of them is going to waste meat?  Throwing meat in the trash is so disrespectful.  The animals who provided that meat suffered in vain whenever that happens: truly heinous.   

Fuck You, Mom!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Unbelievable!  I had my next post all set to go, and then I got an email from my cunt of a mother, who wrote, "I'm disappointed that you didn't send me a b'day card or email."  She is such a stupid piece of shit!  I've told her before that I hate life, and I wish I'd never been born.  She knows I have depression and that I've attempted suicide.  She knows I was molested, as a kid, by her uncle, while she was sleeping soundly under the same roof, because she obviously failed to protect me.  I wanted to go off on her!  I still do.  I'm so distracted right now.  I don't want her in my life.  She keeps trying to put herself there.
Anyway, I first decided to not respond, but I changed my mind.  This is the email I sent to her; "I'm disappointed that you brought me into this world to suffer.  I hate life.  I wish I had never been born.  Bringing someone into this world to suffer is much, much, much, much, much, much worse than not sending a card."  I could have put A LOT more muches in there, but I'm not willing to waste too much time on the bitch.
This is what I'd like to say (or email) to her: "Fuck you, you stupid piece of shit!  Fuck your birthday!  I curse the day you were born!  I wish you had never been born; then I wouldn't have been born, and I could have avoided a ton of pain and suffering.  By the way, as I'm writing this, my back hurts; I have pain in my feet and back every fucking day.  My ears are always ringing, which is a nightmare: a sound that follows me everywhere.  I have depression and OCD, and they're not being treated, because I lost Medicaid, because my low-paying job, which I hate, pays me too much for Medicaid, but not enough for health insurance (if I want to save money for retirement).  I'm obsessed with my neighbors, who bother me on a daily basis.  Should I send a letter to the office, that's already written, complaining about them?  What if my neighbors "punish" me for doing that?  What if they are replaced by worse neighbors?  Should I go with the devil I know, or the devil I don't know?  I could complain about all the shit I have to endure, all the shitty things about life, at length, but I've done a lot of that already.
I'd like to send this too; "Fuck you!  You don't deserve anything from me except for a punch in the face!  You've been a shitty parent.  You got knocked up, unplanned, of course, as a teen.  You're stupid and ignorant as fuck now.  How stupid and ignorant were you while you were raising me, by yourself, in your early twenties, when I was a young boy?  You're lazy, selfish, cheap, cold, and uncaring.  You never should have become a parent!  When I was a kid, you blamed me for being born!  How fucking stupid and inappropriate is that?"  As much as I'd like to send something like that, I don't want her to save it and use it against me.  By the way, this is all true.  She hasn't taught me a goddamn thing.  Me, and people like me, are forced to compete with people whose parents are constantly helping them get through life.
Also in her email, she suggested that I could buy antidepressants with the $250 that she gave to me fairly recently, which, for the record, I did not ask for ( I think it was an attempt to get me to contact her, and I did thank her for the money.).  She is so fucking ignorant!  She can't be bothered to put in 2 seconds of research about what her son is going through.  What am I supposed to do, take $250 worth of antidepressants (about 2 months' worth) and then stop?  What fucking psychiatrist would recommend doing something as stupid as that?  None of them!  It reminds me of when I was staying with her.  I was mowing her lawn for her fat ass.  I stepped on a rusty nail, because the piece of lazy shit had boards with rusty nails on her lawn (You should see the inside of her house!  What a fucking slob!).  I was worried.  She wasn't.  She didn't lift a finger to help me.  She just waddled her fat ass to the library as usual.  Why make a sacrifice for your son?
I've thought of sending this email to her before, and maybe I will someday; "As long as I hate life, and I do, then it makes sense that I will hate those who gave me life.  And if you're too stupid to figure that out, and you probably are, then get someone to help you."    

You Got What You Deserved: Part 2

You're a shitty biological parent.  You conceived accidently.  You never loved your son.  You didn't prepare him for life in our competitive, complicated society.  As a result, he's lived a life of pain, poverty, and depression.  He hates you for bringing him into this fucked-up world.  He comes into your home at night, keeps you hostage, and tortures you for quite a while before he commits suicide right in front of you.  You got what you deserved.

You're a hunter.  You love to shoot at beautiful, innocent, defenseless animals.  You plan to hunt till the day you die, and that's exactly what happens.  You are shot to death by another hunter.  You got what you deserved. 

You're a mentally-competent adult meat eater.  You love meat.  You'll never stop eating it.  You think animals are lesser earthlings than you and other people.  You don't care about their suffering.  While you were riding your motorcycle, dressed in your leathers, a car hit you, and now you're severely disabled.  You got what you deserved. 

Cowards!

You love to hunt and fish.  You think this is all part of what makes you a "real man."  Guess again.  You're a cruel coward!  You've evolved as much as a fucking Neanderthal has.  Because you use cruel tools (guns, fishing poles), that other scumbags invented, you have every advantage over your prey.  Hey, if you think you're tough, and you want to attack a living being, why don't you pick a fight with Shaquille O-Neal?  Because he'd beat the shit out of you?  Yeah, that's what I thought.  How about picking a fight with an MMA champ?  Same reason?  How about a female MMA champ?  Same reason?  I thought so.  No, you choose to attack defenseless animals.  Fuck you, you piece of shit coward!  By the way, I love it when hunters get shot.  It's exactly what they deserve: karma, baby. 

Smiling Monsters

Smiling monsters are everywhere.  I see them everyday.  Smiling monsters are mentally-competent adult meat eaters that have access to money.  Many of them think that they are wonderful people, because they are well-liked by other humans.  They care about themselves and maybe some other people.  But they don't care about animals, with the possible exception of pets.  Though many smiling monsters have abandoned pets without a second thought.  Why make sacrifices for animals when they can't do anything for you?  This is how the selfish monsters live.  When they buy meat, they support the houses of horrors that are factory farms and slaughterhouses, where unspeakably horrible things happen to animals.  As far as I'm concerned, it is the same (or worse) as paying a hitman to murder a human.  It is evil.  It is despicable.  And since so many people are committing the same crimes against animals regularly, their consciences don't seem to bother them at all. 
I wish I could make these monsters disappear.  The world would be a better place without them.  I wish I could see their names and occupations listed on a computer screen, and I could just click on them and make them disappear that way.  I'd get rid of nonessential meat eaters first (criminals, terrorists, the unemployed).  Then I'd weed out more nonessentials.  We'd need some of them to keep this society going, or maybe we should just go back to natural living, since this society is shit.   

Horror

Every single day-
For animals, horror
For people, horror
For Mother Nature, horror
 

You Got What You Deserved

You have a few young kids, and they're out of control and driving you crazy.  You'll break your back working for the money to support them.  You'll be consumed with worry for them.  You brought them into the world to suffer, so you got what you deserved.
You are a mentally-sound adult, you have access to money, you eat meat, you're fat, you have no plans to ever stop eating meat, and no one will ever love you: at least not the way you want them to.  You got what you deserved.
Your only biological son killed himself.  You were counting on him to take care of you in your old age, and now there's no one.  You brought him into this world to suffer, so you got what you deserved.
You're a mentally-sound adult, you have access to money, you love meat, you make bacon jokes, you ate too much meat, and you got cancer as a result.  You got what you deserved.
 

Reaching Out

I posted this on Facebook today-
"Everyday, I see a lot of people who are quite content with themselves. They really seem to like themselves and think they are good people. But they eat meat. Eating meat is unnecessary. I've survived quite well without it since 2002. I'm slim and probably healthier than a lot of meat eaters. When one buys meat, one supports animal cruelty. There's no way around that. It doesn't matter that most people are meat eaters. Two wrongs don't make a right. Billions of wrongs don't make a right. No amount of wrongs make a right. Yesterday, I heard a coworker talk at length about how he prepares lamb and how delicious it is. It's a real shame that it's socially acceptable to be so thoughtlessly cruel. He spoke in such a pleasant, carefree tone, as though he couldn't possibly be offending someone, but I was definitely offended. Not only are lambs living, breathing, gentle animals, capable of feeling fear and pain, they are also juveniles. So, if you think you are a wonderful person, but you eat meat, ask yourself, are you really?"    

Right and Wrong

Does she deserve to suffer because you like bacon?

As I was petting a beautiful dog at work yesterday, it occurred to me how simple it is.  I was looking at his sweet face, and he was looking at mine.  His eyes were like mine.  All animals are like him.  They all want, and deserve, to be treated well.  They don't want to be brutalized.  They don't want to suffer.  They are vulnerable, and many of them are completely under our control.  It's wrong to mistreat them.  It's wrong to pick and choose which animals you care about and which should suffer.   

Disgusted & Depressed

There's no escape.  I've mentioned before here how strongly I feel about two very important issues, and how I feel as though most people are on the wrong side of them.
It's wrong to eat meat.  When you buy meat, you support animal cruelty.  There's no getting around it.  At work, I have to hear coworkers talking about how much they like certain meat dishes.  I'm disgusted by it.  All I hear is "I'm cruel.  I don't care about the animals I'm eating."  I have to see them eating meat.  I watch TV and movies, and it's more of the same.  I'm disgusted by the fact that so many people have gotten together in their cruelty.  They don't think they're cruel, because most people are doing it along with them.  Vegans and vegetarians are few and far between.  Books, the Internet, and the radio aren't safe harbors either.  People content to be cruel to animals are everywhere.  I'd need to live in the wilderness to escape it.  But, like many, I'm addicted to life in this society. 
The other main issue, again, is procreation.  I was watching TV, and I figured I'd check out the independent film that PBS was going to show.  It turned out to be a documentary about the shooting in which all those kids were killed in Newtown, CT.  First of all, I don't want to watch a movie about the murders of a bunch of kids.  They showed clips from it first.  They showed parents of the murdered kids crying and complaining.  I definitely don't want to see that.  I don't feel sorry for any of those parents at all whatsoever.  Didn't it occur to anyone that these parents brought their kids into a very dangerous and violent world in which all sorts of horrible things could happen to them?  Clearly, in this society, it's more important to be a politically correct pussy than it is to be real.  When horrible things happen to kids, I never feel sorry for the parents.  The parents put the kids in harm's way by bringing them into this brutal world.  No one can do anything to my kids, because I've decided to not bring them into this fucked-up world. 
I went to Wal-Mart to see what they would charge me for a month's supply of my prescribed antidepressant: $127.  Not only can I not afford it, it would be depressing just to pay all that money for it.  It's not worth it anyway.  I still felt as though life sucks while I was taking it.  Fuck the greed in this country, and fuck it's piece of shit president: Trump.        

Getting Ready for Work

Once again, I didn't get enough sleep.  I'm tired, in pain (as usual, in multiple areas on my body), and I have a full day of work ahead of me.  It was going to be a 7-hour day, but, as a favor for a coworker, I switched schedules with her.  Also as a result of this switch, I'll be working outside.  I originally was scheduled to work inside, which I prefer.  I harbor no ill will toward the coworker; I like her, but it just goes to show how many different ways you can get screwed in this society. 
Oh yeah, yesterday, April 1st, I was attacked by a Canadian goose, which really happened.