If races just take care of our own.
If genders just take care of our own.
If religions just take care of our own.
If abilities just take care of our own.
If sexualities just take care of our own.
If humans just take care of our own.
We will never be at peace.
We are all fauna.
“Eat more meat! Eat more meat! You’re not a fucking man unless you eat more meat. Buy more than what you need. Eat more than what you can. Create a bigger demand for next year! (We might make a buck or two. Don’t worry about it.) Eat more fucking meat! Otherwise your dick’s not big enough. It’s Australia Day. You don’t want to be unAustralian do you? Don’t be fucking unAustralian!”
Everywhere you turn this fucking snoozer is screaming at you to eat more meat under the guise of patriotism and a fuckwit’s version of masculinity.
You know what makes sense?
Having an appreciation and respect for what’s on your plate and how it got there. Meat isn’t a right.
Oh and on a personal note, fuck off Sam Kekovich - stop telling everyone what it is to be Australian just to fill your fucking bank account.
Get the door Peanut!
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This is why when I wake up I have deep sense of unease. I think about discount meat. I think about animals that are frightened (including humans). I think about horror movies. I think about whether it’s ok to suppress unpopular thoughts. I think about how easy it is to assume something is right when it’s backed by acceptance. I think about burying my old shoes in the yard. I think about meat as a right. I think about my anxiety talking about food. I think about how pigs are smarter than dogs. I think about the disgust we feel when we read about (domestic/endangered) animal cruelty. I think about lack of awareness masked as indifference masked as tolerance masked as preference. Sometimes I count sheep but I worry what will become of them.
This is why I stopped eating animals.
A true hoaxer would bother to Google the actor’s name.
I feel like there are a number of outdated concepts going on here, including that hat.
He never wrote back.
Which means he also never called my bluff.
I thought this article was an exposé on stupidity and that Tori was spelling the word ‘pregnant’, t-o-o-s-o-o-n.
In a funny way, maybe this was an exposé on stupidity.
Unfortunately for this Twitter spammer there was a considerable wait time before I could submit my claim, leading me to respond to all my junk mail personally.
And honestly.
The ball’s in her court.
