FAIR WARNING !
now that i’ve written this post i’m coming back up here
to add this message.
this turned out to be a jolt of a post.
i hope i don’t . . . nor do i ever
intend to offend any peanut readers.
i always speak from my heart.
and this was on my heart.
and i always speak what i know to be the truth.
have you ever thought about what you’d do if you were super rich?
i mean if you had like a ga-zillions trillions of dollars?
it wouldn’t change my life at all. i have everything i need.
but what i WANT would be another thing indeed.
i would want to take care of some things and here’s just a few of them
i would go into every town and city in our country . . .
i’d have to let the other countries spend their own gazillions trillions . . .
in my country i would do this.
i’d go into every town and city and build beautiful places for old people
to live . . . places that used to be called “nursing homes.”
they would all smell good. they would have fresh air.
they would have atriums like these . . . in the common areas.
so the nurses and the residents alike could see nature’s beauty all day.
and it wouldn’t cost THOUSANDS of dollars a month just to live there.
i would change the school system in this country from the bottom up.
there would be no more money given to schools based on the
tests have never and will never be a mark of what a child knows
nor what a child can learn or has learned.
in my new schools only teachers who have the “spark” . . . the fire for
teaching and learning . . . the spark of creativity to make learning FUN
and exciting and everything it should be . . . for the rest of a person’s
life . . .
that’s the kind of teachers who would teach in my schools.
my curriculum would be . . .
ken burn’s historical documentaries that are so accurately well made
and the history channel special programs . . .
nova science and arithmetic and learning how things work . . .
planetarium and the universe and our own planet and different cultures . . .
everything about nature and oceanic and animal love and care . . .
learning to read and instilling the love of reading
and art and music and imagining . . .
there would be NO homework.
kids could rest and play after school.
play is important to their social and psychological growth.
they would be so excited to return to school on monday!
because it would be FUN.
it would be fun to learn new things.
they would even want to keep learning new things for
the rest of their lives. it’s called ‘growth.’
they would learn how to take care of and cherish this planet.
they would learn that simplicity in things is important.
they would learn that there is value in every human being . . .
. . . regardless . . .
of that person’s color. age. race. religion. no religion. sexual orientation.
or political affiliation. or lack thereof . . . and . . .
a host of other things that make us grow up to hate each other . . .
and cause violence on each other.
i would build beautiful fantastic vocational schools all over the nation.
so it would be easy for anyone to follow their own most enjoyable way
to make a living.
and at those schools they would also learn how to live.
how to deal with the practicality of keeping a home and their money.
they would be taught not to go into debt. to value what they have.
to not fall for all the media hype of our ‘throw away’ culture.
there would be no longer
a distinction of “blue collar” “white collar” jobs.
EVERY job. EVERY JOB IS IMPORTANT.
the secret is to be the best you can possibly be in whatever job you have.
there would no longer be the silent mandate that you are nothing or
nobody in this country if you “haven’t got a degree.”
i would make it so that people got their “degree” in living a good and
happy life. a happy successful person is one who loves what they do.
who feels that they are making an important contribution.
somebody has to fix the broken car. the broken air conditioner.
somebody has to pick up your damn trash.
these are valuable positions. they are as important to our society as any
white collar paper pushing mouse scrolling button clicking job
in this nation.
somebody has to do the cooking. the dish washing. the tree trimming.
somebody has to build. somebody has to fix the plumbing. the wiring.
somebody has to make the roads and the bridges.
these are important.
for too long we have held the “college degree” as the epitome of education.
well. not in my schools.
in my schools the VALUE of learning how things work would be at the top
of the list. along with the arts. music. drama. painting. sculpting.
and if your dream was to be a doctor. i would see to it that we had the
most advanced medical schools possible.
and you would not only learn how to cut somebody open.
you would learn the value of nutrition (and natural medicine) as well.
it would not be a measly two hour course. you would learn how it
affects every single cell in the human body.
get set. this is a long post. if you’re even still with me! LOL.
and yes. the category is SOAPBOX!!
i would of course take care of the animals.
the dogs and cats and pets are for another post in itself.
my gazillions trillons of dollars first would go to
what i am most PASSIONATE about.
it would be to help change the lives of the factory farm animals.
to stop the practice of the huge corporate factory farms.
i am not a peta person. i don’t join groups normally.
i have contacted my representatives and my government’s
state and federal dept of agricultures about this . . .
my passion . . . to no avail.
it’s all about money and greed and feeding the masses you see.
change. the best most profound changes have always been made
by the people themselves.
until you can convince the people . . .
to make things better. to make their voices heard together . . .
it’s a lost cause.
we seem to be in love with this . . . as a nation . . .
the cheap and quick hamburger.
this is what our whole country pictures when they order
and then eat their ‘hamburger.’
that is . . . if they’re picturing anything at all!
i’m sure the average person in the masses never even considers
where their food really comes from.
or how it lived.
it did have a life.
oh how beautiful. what a beautiful family farm.
how wonderful to be a cow. to live on a farm like this.
they still exist. somewhere. or there wouldn’t be pictures like this.
but . . .
we’re talking about feeding the masses here.
not a small family farm.
the mc donald’s the burger kings the wendy’s the jack in the box’es
the carl jr’s the chili’s the big boy’s the . . . well. the list goes on and on.
on every corner in america.
this is the reality. this is what’s happening. this is real.
this is your hamburger.
not a blade of grass in sight.
only endless crowding . . . dirt mud manure
they eat corn meal.
not even what they were meant to eat.
more dirt. that turns into mud when it rains.
that you stand in. lie in. get sick in.
this is the life of your hamburger.
until it becomes this.
and then this . . .
i don’t know.
i don’t know what the answer is.
you’ll never convince a whole population to give up eating ‘meat.’
even though all the science now tells us that it’s not even that healthy
for us. at least not now it isn’t. i can’t help but wonder if it’s not
partly responsible for the epidemic that seems to be cancer.
no. it’s not healthy.
not the way it’s ‘handled.’
you can’t force something and i say the word “thing” on purpose.
because they are treated as ‘things’ not as living breathing creatures. . .
. . . who suffer pain and sickness just as we do . . .
you cannot force something to live in such horrendous conditions
without the prevalence of disease and all that it brings.
they are then shot up with antibiotics and chemicals and drugs
to offset the ‘problems.’ it passes into your hamburger.
you’re not eating a hamburger actually. you’re eating a dead cow.
the cows aren’t the only ones
who live in desperate concentration type conditions.
white meat. chicken breasts. crammed in on top of each other
as far as the eye can see.
notice how we call all meat everything but what it is?
bred now with breasts so heavy that most of them can’t even stand up.
they’re too weak. but that doesn’t really matter.
it doesn’t matter because there’s barely room to stand up anyway. . .
much less walk around. and fresh air? and the ground? forget it.
and . . .
you say you LOVE bacon?
i did too! it used to be my favorite. yum.
til i learned.
this little guy’s feet will never touch the earth.
only steel grates like this one.
not dirt or grass
or even . . .
the famous mud they supposedly love.
he was born like this . . .
in a metal cage.
then . . .
they can’t even get to their mother to feel her warmth. her heart beat.
she is looked upon as a feeding machine until they are old enough
to be weaned and slaughtered. and turned into yummy bacon.
he will never even see the ‘outside’ world.
he knows only clanking metal and cages and stuffy putrid smelling air.
meet your ham and your pork chops and your bacon.
no room to even turn around.
their entire lives are spent in this cage.
and you know what?
the saddest thing of all is that scientists now know that pigs are among
the most intelligent of all animals.
and as you grow
you get a bigger cage
hey? do you like pate’ foie gras? can you afford it?
or maybe you just like duck a l’orange?
well here’s how your ducks live
before they wind up on your table.
they don’t look very well do they?
they’re not. they’re sick.
and . . .
here’s how sheep are raised now.
feed lot for sheep
this was new to me. i didn’t know they were also a ‘factory’ item.
not exactly a bucolic scene from the ‘sound of music.’
we’re not such a big mutton eating nation
but we export and wool is big business.
and of course . . .
leg of lamb is a favorite.
little baby lambs fare much worse.
i didn’t have the stomach nor the heart to show you what they go through.
pretty much like their other baby counterpart . . .
what we so glibly call veal. this is veal. a baby cow.
he’s raised in the dark. it makes his ‘meat’ whiter.
this is what’s called . . . a veal cage
the tiny cage isn’t enough.
they feel they have to chain him to it
so he can’t move at all.
how come we can’t call him by his name?
he’s a baby.
a little baby cow.
the peculiar light in this picture
is because it was taken in the dark.
he’s raised in total darkness.
he never sees daylight
until the day they take him to the slaughter house
it makes his meat “whiter.”
a little baby cow.
being raised so you can eat veal.
he’s sick. he’s not dead yet.
that would be a merciful release.
one has to think . . .
he feels just as bad as you do when you feel sick.
if there is a god.
and if he is all about love as they say . . .
and mercy . . .
and if they believe in that god . . .
then why on earth . . .
do supposedly god believing and god loving people . . .
see fit to treat innocent god made creatures this way?
where is the sanctimonious mercy in this?
do not talk to me of love and redemption and sin.
for to me this is the biggest sin of all.
these are innocent creatures.
THERE IS NO EXCUSE.
there is no reason BIG enough for this kind of continuous torture.
no need URGENT enough to allow this kind of atrocity
to last one day more.
it has gone on for years and years and years.
peta smuggles pictures and actual video footage of torture and horrendous
sights of the treatment of animals. and there are others like
farm sanctuary and even the humane society who have taken pictures
in our slaughter houses and these ‘FACTORY’ farms that are run by HUGE
we just keep buying it. we buy the meat.
we turn our heads and our hearts and
we eat it.
we pet our dogs and our cats and even our hamsters . . .
and we say how much we love animals.
but we ALLOW the inhumane treatment of these poor helpless animals
to continue year after year after year after year . . . til what.
when is it enough?
only WE can change it.
it should be enough to make us march on flipping WASHINGTON
until something is done. or on our state government steps. or . . .
something. something!!! there has to be a way to change it.
to stop it.
i became a vegetarian. i know it’s been so much better for my health.
and now i’m struggling to even become vegan.
i didn’t even hint about how the dairy industry works.
that would take up a whole other post right there.
it’s not much . . . what i’ve done. but . . .
it’s my own little fight back.
i wish somebody rich and powerful would stop it.
i’m only one small person. and i feel so helpless to help them.
in the meantime the unspeakable suffering goes on and on and on.
one thing about it.
if you made it this far in these ‘unpleasant’ pictures and truths . . .
if you made it this far . . .
you can never again bite into your hamburger or your veal or your
ham and bacon or your chicken nuggets and your duck and your lamb . . .
and say “i didn’t know.” or “i’ve never seen it.”
because you know now. and you have seen it.
i am not judging you. please don’t think that. i am simply in despair.
i am pleading with you to help these animals in any way that you can.
maybe if enough people know about this suffering . . .
and talk about these . . . these torture places called factory farms . . .
and maybe if we hurt them in their pocketbooks . . . the money place . . .
maybe if one of you even knows somebody powerful . . .
somebody who might care enough to make a difference in these sad
lives . . .
tell somebody. tell everybody.
we must change this.
or really . . .
how are we any better than the nazis in the holocaust?
i look upon these “creatures” as my brothers and my sisters.
i don’t think ‘do unto others as you would have them do unto you’
stopped at people. i just don’t.
bless the beasts and the children.
because they have no voice.
because they have no choice.
“the greatness of a society and its moral progress can be judged
by the way it treats its animals.”
~ mahatma gandhi
i’d say then we are somewhere beneath the cave man.