I dont want to eat the dead body of an animal who spent its entire life KNOWING it was going to die. Being ripped away from its Mother shortly after birth. Spending months in a prison that makes our state prisons look like a day in five-star Hotel. An animal who cried every single day of its life due to being beaten, scolded, bullied, tortured and isolated. And then.... at the end of ALL that pain, agony and suffering.... gets hoisted on to a metal hook... has its throat slit.... or slowly electrocuted.... tears streaming from its frightened eyes.... smelling the stench of the dead blood of its brothers and sisters... and fighting.... FIGHTING for its right to breathe. To live!! Its last and final memories of suckling from an abused Mother. Knowing from a very deep place in its consciousness that what it SHOULD be doing is running free.... listening to the birds sing as it grazes on fresh, wet grass. Life slowly departing from its veins. Spirit crushed. All hope lost. Yeah... you think I want to chew on that shit?! THINK AGAIN!!! I would rather drink bleach and feel my guts burn as I take my final breath, a dying woman. I want my body to be a garden NOT a grave yard. And if you do eat meat ... and if you love the taste of it then good for you! But dont expect me to feel sorry for you when the energetic transference of despairing animal flesh turns to a tumour in your colon. And heres John with the weather. :/
Posted on: Thu, 07 Aug 2014 23:31:26 +0000
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