CAPTAIN'S PHLOG 2020.04.11
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Marusu's Phlog:
I stumbled upon this Sundog's writing and quite enjoyed it.
There is some teen angst there, such is that age, but their
style is vibrant & enjoyable. They have a lot they need to
say and they say it very well. I hope they keep practicing
their craft.
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"...on the Che Guevara Highway filling up on gasoline, Fidel
Castro's brother spies a rich lady who is crying over
luxury's disappointments so he walks over and he's trying to
sympathize with her but he feels that he should warn her
that the Third World is just around the corner."
In my About.txt I mention that I'm a vegan but I'm not a
duche about it. But as that "new month smell" starts to wear
off April 2020, a caveat is called for.
A teacher of mine once said "there's nothing worse than a
reformed smoker" and a similar thing can be said about
Vegans in that reformed omnivores are infufferable. It was a
little over a year ago that I finally turned my back on
industrial animal slavery. Let's back up. Modern places that
house cows for milk production arn't farms. Farms have only
as many head as a family can tend without a staff and
equipment budget costing more than a waterfront home in the
Hamptons. Not only does a farm have a small herd but each
cow lives a life of at least some quality. It is not unusual
that they will be born on the farm and raised with their
mothers. Most importantly, they will have a social life.
This sounds odd I know but a farm cow will spend most of
it's day pasturing under the sky with a herd, social and
well adjusted. I live in farm country, yet would need to
drive many miles to find only a handful of such places. Most
of those are Amish. Authentic.
Contrast this with Western Agribusiness. There was an
industry I drove past on a regular basis. Through the open
door, I would see cows standing shoulder to shoulder like
the extras in that Star Trek episode with the mock-up
Enterprise on that overpopulated planet. They //LIVE// like
that. Stunted. No room to move around or recline without
jostling others. A constant state of tension. Hormonally
energised bags of milk with bio-support systems attached.
Imprisoned. Tortured.
But the fact is these cows are only prisoners of the first
world, like the woman who assembled this keyboard, or the
child who picked my cabbage. I hate the agribusinessman who
lives in the large house UPWIND of the 'free-stall' and some
day when enough folks wake up we will neuter him - his land
appropriated to cultivate food that feeds people. Think of
it. The nutrition that goes into each of those enslaved
bivids redirected to HUMANS!
Though, were I a local or visitor in some removed place
where goat herds were tended by families on the commons I
wouldn't be compelled to eschew meat or dairy. Those
lifeways are authentic and I would be the worst sort of
'Murican to suggest my values are relivant to that world or
to refuse their hospitality when they offered it.
Perhaps the world where I share my neighbor's goat is just
around the corner?
Stay Well. Stay Safe. Share Love.
