Reflecting on that holiday meal

My plea for this Thanksgiving. Please don’t have turkey, or ham, or pot roast, or any other meat. Please have a vegan substitute. Yes, I know that “No matter how good it just isn’t quite the same.”

You can save a turkey from dying and suffering along the way. Or a pig, or a cow. Oh, it won’t be saved this time, but others will be save as more people do what I’m asking you to do and the demand for the suffering of those animals diminishes.

I know, too, that a turkey, or cow, or pig, isn’t as cute and cuddly as your dog or cat, and that for those ‘pet’ animals you would do anything to keep them from suffering.

But you see, that turkey, or pig, or cow, has the same ability to fear, to feel pain, to love its offspring, as a dog or a cat. They bleed and scream and feel the terror just as dogs and cats do.

And here’s the thing. If you say you love animals, but you also say you just have to have your turkey and chicken and cow and ham, then you have to face that fact that when you say you love animals, you are lying. You are lying to me, you are lying to whoever reads this and whoever you talk to. Most of all, you’re lying to yourself, so that you will be able to shrug off the guilt of the pain and suffering and terror that YOU cause.

Please. Don’t be a liar.

Take a moment. Close your eyes. Now imagine as vividly as you can, these animals being caged and beaten and then forced down a narrow inescapable chute, pressed together with those in front of and behind them. Imagine the screaming they do and hear, the terror they feel and sense in the others. Smell the overpowering stench of the blood they are approaching. Terrified, Knowing what’s coming, helpless to escape.

Now imagine that’s your dog or cat. If you wouldn’t let that nightmare of terror and suffering death happen to them, then why do you think it’s all right to sponsor it happening to other? Hmm?

I spent my life living that hypocrisy because I was brought up in a fashion that simply didn’t let me think about it. I had this marvelous fantasy that made it okay. In this fantasy, you see, each animal was loved and treated well until the time of death, which came as a complete surprise and with such suddenness that they didn’t suffer. That made it okay to eat all of those hamburgers and roasts and chickens and turkeys. But it’s not at all like that. And in today’s world, you know that. You just have to face it.

What I wouldn’t give to have come to the awareness I finally found decades earlier. How much clearer would be my conscience and how much cleaner would my heart feel, if i had leaned the reality, and the lesson, forty, or fifty, or sixty or seventy years ago.

You have the opportunity, the marvelous chance, to face your reality much sooner than I did mine. But like the other side of the coin, this means you also have to face up to your own guilt, your own role in this awful, immoral, insane suffering meted out so that you can have your meat. You are responsible. You can’t deny it, you can’t avoid it. You cause these animals to suffer untold terror and agony on the way to an ugly, vicious death.

You cannot say you love animals, and respect animals, and still be a part of this. It’s not possible. No excuse makes it permissible. You had the courage to read all of this. Now it’s time for you to make a decision.

Please. Don’t be a liar.

And please, please, please, pass it on. Share. Help someone else find the truth.

Human Beings- the Monster Species

I dare you to visit the URL above. I double dare you. I triple dare you. I dare you to have the courage to look at what humans do to animals, at where your milk and meat and cheese and eggs come from. If you can’t look at it, don’t ever again describe yourself as brave.
We are so damned fond of saying that “Most people are generally good.” But isn’t’ true. Not even close. Humans are monsters.
This is where your dairy milk comes from. It is just one part of the gigantic mass torture and slaughter mechanism that is America’s cattle-for-food industry. This kind of cruelty is what we don’t like to think about when we pour our glass of milk, crack open an egg or throw that steak on the bbq.
This is what and who we are. Yes. All of us. Because we all allow it.
I’m not going to argue the right or wrong of eating meat, milking cows. But I’m going to say this to you, and if you don’t like it, I invite you to unfriend me.
The animals that provide the food so many of us love, as I did until I opened my eyes and had the courage to look at the real cost of that food, deserve to be treated with kindness and respect and then, if they are to be killed, to have it happen unexpectedly and as painlessly as possible.
If you think that your Bible gives humans free reign, dominion, to treat other animals in this manner, don’t tell me you’re a Christian. Anyone who thinks this is “okay” is a monster. If your God tells you it’s okay to treat other sentient life forms like this, your God is nothing more than the monster that raised you.
Yes, a monster. It makes us monsters, like I was, and like you still are if you think this is acceptable. And here’s the thing that makes us monsters. As a “higher” intelligence, we can see that this is so wrong, and monstrous. We can see it, understand it, and change it. And we don’t.
Know this: these animals may not be able to build sky scrapers, or cruise ships, or send a man to the moon, but they are intelligent. They feel happiness, and comfort, and fear, and pain, and terror just as keenly as we do. They love their young and each other.
They are at our mercy. They cannot fight back. We have complete power over them .
And this is how we use that power.
We can do better. And knowing that we can, every day that we accept this kind of torture makes us willing accomplices. It makes us monsters. I want you to remember that. I want you to think about it every time you pour a glass of milk or stab your fork into a sausage or take a bite out of your Big Mac. I want you to remember it when you go to bed.
I want it to haunt you.
Only then can you, and I becomeĀ  ex-monsters. Until then, don’t even think about calling ourselves civilized. We are the enemy of every other living thing.