Got me. J’accuse and yep, I’ll take it. Chalk it up.
And I suddenly understand. Your world is still filled with normal.
What landed on you as
emotional blackmail was
clumsily
pitched over from the other side of our Facebook fence
as sheer facts.
I hadn’t seen it from your side.
Because it’s a fact
that all types of animals are eaten
and bred to be eaten worldwide.
It’s a fact
that some lives are cut short into just weeks and some
don’t make hours.
It’s a fact
that female cows only produce milk for
their own calves
and first they have to be pregnant.
Chances are they weren’t impregnated
by an actual bull.
Think about that.
(here’s a toothpick).
It’s a fact
that we choose which species of animal
to glorify
and call family
and which to torture, kill and eat. Kingmakers.
(Except we hunt the kings. Oh, but don’t eat them.)
Just facts.
My wording might be off in parts
but that’s that.
Need more? I can look it up
It makes me sick.
The longer I’ve known
the more I’m alone.
The more frustrated I get as things continue
It’s different for you.
I’m twenty years in to this.
>>>No wonder I’m coming on strong.
So I’ve also become snappy –
I’m asked the same questions so it’s gonna happen
>>>but my answers are always wrong…
and I can’t be bothered, actually, to sugar coat it.
Or excuse you.
Why are no horrors enough
to make
*your taste preference*
less important than what it’s funding?
You know what I mean by horrors.
If that made you feel guilty then good.
If you’re genuinely baffled
look it up.
For God’s sake look it up.
I can’t stop looking it up
and I’m
only finding the truth.
I can’t unsee it either.
And not just for ‘the animals’.
Yeah yeah – they’re cute, it’s awful, whatever.
It’s the landtake.
The pollution.
The waste.
The greed.
The violence and yes the gore.
The human cost too, and
the aggressive corporate core.
The utter pointlessness of it all.
The fact
that the way we treat our fellow earthlings is simply
a shadow
of how we all treat each other.
We dominate and take,
concerned only with our own desires.
Attention flavour security status.
Wars famines greed exploitation: of course I should focus on them.
I choose not to contribute using the one thing I can control: what I pay for,
and I won’t promote eating meat.
(Am I really doing the opposite, when I alienate my friends. All told, the influence I’ve had has been zero in that zero of them have moved any nearer to an animal free life of ease.
I win best promoter of a carnivorous lifestyle! But oooh Iet me share some amazing plant-based recipes.)
I bet this won’t be the first Facebook block I’ve had.
Maybe we weren’t friends after all.
Maybe underneath it *was* emotional blackmail.
Part of me *was* hoping
a fun fact about
the pitiful lifespan of the cutest animal I’ve
seen
would be enough for you to cave and
Come over, Red Rover.
(It’s soooo quiet over here.)
I spoiled the parade I realise now.
That cute animal deserved its awww.
So did you.
It’s been a shitty day.
I learned a new word though –
cognitive dissonance.
I had to look it up.