I Love Your Meat.

People are so impatient WITH vegetarians! 

They snicker under their breath. 

'You don't eat meat????

Whaddaya mean you DON'T EAT MEAT????'

I mean I don't consume dead animal flesh.

'WHY???'  They say, as if it is the most unnatural thing in the world.  

I might as well have announced I had given up rooting.   


'Why??' you ask?

Well, it might be the health benefits.  

I'm not going into all this- you can find out for yourself the health benefits of not clogging up your colon with rotting animal flesh.

Hell...I smoke and drink occasionally; so obviously I am not THAT fervent in my enthusiasm for the temple that is mine body. 

So it must be something else.

I love animals.  

People say to me...

"I love them too! 

Fried, roasted, broiled..."

etc etc. 

very funny meat face. 

You'd be a marvellous warm up act at your local meat market.

Have you seen what happens to animals in an abbatoir?

Have you see 'Earthlings'??
 

If you loved animals...you wouldn't eat them.

You wouldn't endorse these concentration camps for beasties with your consumption of packaged meat products. 
 

I mean...

How could you eat this??

Or this??

Or even this??

I mean THIS one even does aerobics! 

Look at those stylish goddamned leggings! 

I love my friends. 

I wouldn't eat them.  

Not unless I ABSOLUTELY HAD TO.     

I look into a pigs eyes at Fair...

& I would no more eat him than chow down on my own foot for supper. 


It's just mad; & I can't imagine why I did it for so long. 

Blind. 

Deranged.

Indoctrinated. 

Brainwashed. 

Addicted.

I don't know why I have done a LOT of things for so long. 

Following Christianity- even when I knew it was a load of toxic bullshit- because I didn't want to roast in the fires of hell.  

that's called delusion.  


In fact- don't try to make sense with meat eaters; they are like Christians. 

Just as something in Christianity does things to people's brains to drive them mad and torture and torment  and murder people...

So too is there contained in meat some kind of bacteria that does something to meat eaters brains so they cannot make the comparatively simple connection between loving animals...

& eating them. 


They just can't quite make that connection.

 

I remember I couldn't. 

It WAS an addiction to animal fat.

And it IS addictive. 


Now...I see the light.

& I don't miss animal flesh one little bit.

Now I feel closer to my fellow creatures.

Life is FULL of amazing Grace transformative moments.

'I once was lost...now I'm found.

Blind, but now...I see."


I can see now...it is hypocrisy to eat animals if you love them. 


It's not about freedom of choice, or taste or preferences...it's simple.

If you loved animals...you wouldn't eat them. 

ANY of them.

Would you eat your dog? 

Your cat?

No.  

It boils down to this; people who say they love animals then eat them are full of shit.  

They might not be full of shit about many other things...

But they are full of shit about that. 


But I wouldn't go around saying that!!

I'd have no friends left! 

I am old enough and wise enough to know there is NOTHING more obnoxious than a reformed... anything. 

Whether it is meat, drink, smokes or hard drugs we have given up...

we are all the same in our evangelistic fervour to distance ourselves from whatever had enslaved us. 

Like a retired porn star come to Christ. 


& it looks bogus.

So?

I try to understand the meat eaters. 

I hope you will come to understand me...
 

So why don't THEY cut me a break for my choices??

Why do they feel it is so crucial that they sit and snicker and poke each other and laughing that I am a man who will not eat meat?

As if it makes me less masculine?

Or GAY or something?

Eating meat does NOT make you more manly.

Unless more manly means dying young.

In fact...come to think of it...

Eat more meat, you guys. 

Engorge yourself on the rotting carcasses of the blessed beasts. 

All the more pussy for me...

You're so vain...

That awkward point in a relationship where you post some general comment or blog- & you get a message from a friend saying, 'that was about me, right?' 

One never knows whether to be annoyed at their vanity...or somehow humbled that you reached them.  If I didn't have such a low self opinion...I would pick the latter.  

So I pick the former...

I usually give them a fresh one for ASSUMING it is about them...& I'm not keen on assumptions.

As I have said many times- I am on the 'abrasive side.

It's part of my charm.

If I pretended it did not exist...& did not give it expression...then I would be the worst kind of lie.

Lying to myself. 

Too many people want to censor me, without me censoring myself.


However...this isn't about me. 

It's about the people this isn't about. 

There is NO way of saying 'it's not about you'...without saying 'it's not about you'. 

And no matter how you say it...it will come off as offensive.

Because...good or bad...


Most people on some level WANT it to be about them.


(p.s. this DEFINITELY isn't about you.).

Cheer & Loving in Wisconsin...

 

 

I always thought "Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas" was such a clever title. 

Now I don't fear or loathe anyone...it seems a bit passé. 

Maybe this is a good thing. 

Perhaps I am one writer now less likely to blow my brains out in desperation. 

If I live that long...


RIP HST.

Internettle...

I say pretty much anything and everything here in my blog.

My life is an open book.

That the point of doing this blog in the first place.

To be as open, candid, & honest as I possibly can be.

The good, the bad and the ugly.

I have seen the worst the world has to offer, & I accepted the consequences a long time ago.

I would gladly do time for what I write here.

I have seen the inside of a prison cell.

I would also die for it- & I have almost died a few times, so i know what that means.

I realised some time ago, that in the interests of my health and well being, I HAD to learn to be more open and honest...or die a slow death.

In other words, it's my soul imperative.

I am happy to live...or die...by and alongside everything I write here, and will gladly have any portion taken at random to be posted as my epitaph.

For it was true at that time.

Hence...it is ALL truth.

I never write ANYTHING that I do not want anyone to hear.

So apart from my bank details...I am not a privacy junkie.


However...I will say this.

Sometimes...I have a feeling some people (especially women) say TOO MUCH.

This might sound sexist...but on the internet?

There is MORE for a woman to be fearful/cautious of than a man.

I'm not saying there are no female nutters...of course there are.

BUT...this world wide web is crawling with predators.

& information is power.


I'm not exactly The King of Integrity.

Or I wasn't.

But I'm learning; & the internet has given me a forum in which to do that.

I'm not saying it's the SAFEST forum...

But I have found it to be hugely beneficial for me personally, professionally, emotionally and spiritually.

But like anything, there are pitfalls.

Unscrupulous people.


I advise caution.

The internet is like a box of chocolates.


You never know what you're gonna' get...    

The Saline Solution...

Most of our best lessons come from the kitchen.

Just like when you have added too much salt to something...once an act of infidelity enters in...

you can never get rid of that salty after taste.

Try as you might...there is nothing you can do to fully get rid of it.

All you can do is either throw the spoiled food out...

or learn to love the taste of salt.

It's a question of your own peculiar palate...

& your tolerance for certain flavours.

Everybody Wants You When You're Bi...

We are ALL bi-polar. 

Those who imagine they are not have the mental issue. 

We as a species are doing AWFUL things to ourselves...each other- indeed to the very planet- that over time will HAVE to put a terrible zap on our brains

(or if you lean toward the spiritual...our souls.)

Recognise...& do your best. 

We are all humans, for chrissakes; doing the very best we can with this weird dealy we call LIFE.

When we put so much pressure on ourselves to be better- to do better- & when we accept the often unreasonable and unwarranted pressure OTHERS put upon us...

It can really fuck us up. 


Inevitably...we will end up taking it out on others.

Being waaaay too hard on them.

The main thing is to not be too hard on OURSELVES.

For then...

 

we are SUNK.

Memes to be screamed at. (or Screaming Memes...)

This is written in sweet new age cursive lettering, against a pretty aqua background...seems harmless enough at first glance.

But on closer inspection it screams EGO.

Does it not sound a little like it is suggesting we surround ourselves with ADORING FANS????


Let's do a little re-write.


"Surround yourself with giving, loving, kind and generous people...people who make you want to be a better, more loving, generous, kind & giving person.

& don't stop until something stops you."


That...I can live with.