*I am Billy's currently raging temper and disgust*
Well I've been doing lots of reseach for my Environmental Studies project on veganism and alot of facts, numbers and images have been sucked into my brain as of recently. But the other day I got the fucking kick to head when the care package from PETA came and enclosed was the infamous "Meet Your Meat" video that all your friends have been raving about. When I made the choice back in the day to become vegan the facts and photographs was all that it took so I never felt the need to subject myself to anymore heartache. But since I am going to be showing this to the class I thought I should check it out so I didn't start crying in class in front of all the pretty girls.
I at first was saddened but that quickly changed to rage when I got over the shock and realized these unneccesary acts were all being done for us and our bottomless pit of gluttony and convenience. Then going out in public and seeing people, who these animals are dying for, carry on their totally shallow/robotic/conditioned lives and talk about their meaningless and damaging endeavors made me come to the conclusion (once again) that we are far less than we knew...
Then I come home to see the whole gay marriage thing is on the way to being stopped. What fucking kind of species do we think that we are that we can raise living creatures in torturous living conditions only to brutally murder them, and tell another human who they can or cannot marry. Other species don't have a chance to be treated in an ethical manner when we still can tell one of our own that they can't do something because "god" says it is a sin.
Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny says you better back Bush and the meat industry in '04 or your gonna go to hell!
Im done, I apologize (not for my thoughts but that for my soapbox speech of those ideas) and hope everyone who reads this is doing well.
p.s. a little interactive thing here. a very lovely person did an interactive journal a few day ago and I thought it was vey choice so I thought I'd throw out something of my own.
If you could put all your lifes effort into making one change/goal/project what would it be?
*edited on friday night to use someone elses more poetic words...*
There's a car parked where the block begins
And these people singing praises
Say it's all because of him
And there's a bird perched on a frayed wet wire
And his voice sings out for a lover
But it's covered by the choir
Of voices reaching way beyond the rafters
With devotion they perform these sacred tasks
They cross themselves and offer up their checkbooks
Slight suffering is not too much to ask
Besides, we all are making money
And we're all fucking alone
And we don't know what we're doing
Maybe just buying us some hope
Because we know that we are lonely
Well, yeah, lonely that's for sure
And the older ones are coughing
Yeah, the older ones they're dying
Maybe we're all dying
I pass a graveyard on my way to work
Today I saw two dozen white roses
on a fresh new mound of dirt
And I wondered about the occupant
When the darkness finally swallowed him
was he calm and content?
Or was he sweating in a struggle to keep breathing
Ripping apart the sheets that dressed his bed
Crying out loud for someone to help him
Then collapsing on his back all pale and dead
Maybe it's me who's this unstable
Always obsessed about the end
Why can't I let what happens happen
And just enjoy the time I spend?
Oh, how I wish it was that easy
But when there is no point to anything
You know it gets a bit confusing
Why it is that I keep going
Why is it that we keep going?
Bright Eyes - "On my way to work"
Well I've been doing lots of reseach for my Environmental Studies project on veganism and alot of facts, numbers and images have been sucked into my brain as of recently. But the other day I got the fucking kick to head when the care package from PETA came and enclosed was the infamous "Meet Your Meat" video that all your friends have been raving about. When I made the choice back in the day to become vegan the facts and photographs was all that it took so I never felt the need to subject myself to anymore heartache. But since I am going to be showing this to the class I thought I should check it out so I didn't start crying in class in front of all the pretty girls.
I at first was saddened but that quickly changed to rage when I got over the shock and realized these unneccesary acts were all being done for us and our bottomless pit of gluttony and convenience. Then going out in public and seeing people, who these animals are dying for, carry on their totally shallow/robotic/conditioned lives and talk about their meaningless and damaging endeavors made me come to the conclusion (once again) that we are far less than we knew...
Then I come home to see the whole gay marriage thing is on the way to being stopped. What fucking kind of species do we think that we are that we can raise living creatures in torturous living conditions only to brutally murder them, and tell another human who they can or cannot marry. Other species don't have a chance to be treated in an ethical manner when we still can tell one of our own that they can't do something because "god" says it is a sin.
Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny says you better back Bush and the meat industry in '04 or your gonna go to hell!
Im done, I apologize (not for my thoughts but that for my soapbox speech of those ideas) and hope everyone who reads this is doing well.
p.s. a little interactive thing here. a very lovely person did an interactive journal a few day ago and I thought it was vey choice so I thought I'd throw out something of my own.
If you could put all your lifes effort into making one change/goal/project what would it be?
*edited on friday night to use someone elses more poetic words...*
There's a car parked where the block begins
And these people singing praises
Say it's all because of him
And there's a bird perched on a frayed wet wire
And his voice sings out for a lover
But it's covered by the choir
Of voices reaching way beyond the rafters
With devotion they perform these sacred tasks
They cross themselves and offer up their checkbooks
Slight suffering is not too much to ask
Besides, we all are making money
And we're all fucking alone
And we don't know what we're doing
Maybe just buying us some hope
Because we know that we are lonely
Well, yeah, lonely that's for sure
And the older ones are coughing
Yeah, the older ones they're dying
Maybe we're all dying
I pass a graveyard on my way to work
Today I saw two dozen white roses
on a fresh new mound of dirt
And I wondered about the occupant
When the darkness finally swallowed him
was he calm and content?
Or was he sweating in a struggle to keep breathing
Ripping apart the sheets that dressed his bed
Crying out loud for someone to help him
Then collapsing on his back all pale and dead
Maybe it's me who's this unstable
Always obsessed about the end
Why can't I let what happens happen
And just enjoy the time I spend?
Oh, how I wish it was that easy
But when there is no point to anything
You know it gets a bit confusing
Why it is that I keep going
Why is it that we keep going?
Bright Eyes - "On my way to work"
I don't know, probably understanding. A little vague, I know, but for everyone to just be able to better communicate... understand the reasonings of some... and the meanings of others. I would love to do that....
............................and world peace.
edited because I can change some spelling errors
[Edited on Mar 12, 2004 8:54PM]