Humanoids.

It would be inhumane, to humanize animals.  In fact, humanizing animals is one of the cruelest thing we could do.  Allow them to be pure. Unlike us.  We are demented, and horny,..we are Abhorrent and sick.

What the fuck kind of fate do we wish upon animals to declare them 'human'.

Disgusting.

On that note, I have two cold hard human facts for ya.

First off, I kind of want to really shed light on something sort of personal.

Earlier today was a deadline of sorts for s performance act of a very aged and arthritic elephant named nosey...or, tiny. Google nosey the elephant. What not? Nothing else to do after you have jacked off to some amateur porn and beat your friends score in candy crush, right?

So...along with the movement for animal rights, I signed a petition for the elephant ride to be cancelled at the New Jersey show.  Many humanoids weighed in supporting the cancelled elephant rides.  Due, mainly, to the FACT that nosey is old...(she's been enslaved for over two decades), and because she is visibly arthritic (lame).  And I want to point out, I am also a crippled chick.  I don't want a shit load of idiot children on my back.  However, there are claims by humanoids that 'nosey loves this type of shit' so, whatever.

I posted on the canal festival site, pleading for the cancellation of elephant rides....well.  I got called a troll.  And, because my profile pic is of my dog, rommel....I got called a hypocrite.

I remain unsure what a dog companion/hairy soul mate/pet has got to do with an elephant from Africa performing acts of entertainment for humanoids has in common.

Am I dumb?  Do I fail to connect the correlated dots here?

They said I was a hypocrite because I enslaved my dog.

.? Fucking, really?

My dog makes his own schedule and I would like to point out that I do not have lines of humans paying cash to ride on his back for several hours on a sunny August afternoon.  But, all that failed to penetrate the thick veneer that is this humanoids brains.

I am a troll.  And, in fact, they advised me to go petitionto stop elephant poaching and leave poor nosey riders alone.

What

The 

Actual

Fuck?

Wow. This is the mentality of the herd?  It can't be...but, quite possible it might encapsulate the herd brains.

I am related to idiots that think it's fine to 'own' exotic animals...and, coincidentally, they also think it's better to have organic, free range beef over factory.  Fucking morons.

They would....it is so much better to trust the hand that will eventually you slit their throat.  Fitting.

The psychopath.  Today's humanoid.  Keeps you happy till he kills ya.  Gotta love humanoids.  I lie, I fucking hate them.  #feral

Anyhow...so, I got the elephant police calling me a troll for having an opinion on animals used for our entertainment....and LO and behold, I have a dog.  Not really just a dog.  Rommel.  My soul mate.  I have never exploited him.  I have never forced him to produce any revenue for my personal gain.  So, I asked, is that all you got?

They still called me a hypocrite.  Okey dokey.  

Par for the course.  I was a vegetarian/activist for almost two decades.  I am remembering the keen idiocy of the masses.  All cool and shiny.  All hot and fuckable.

Oh....speaking of fuckable.... Bring me to my second cold hard human fact.

Some Shetland pony not only got raped, it got stabbed.  Twice, in its chest...it had to be euthanized.

Only a human.  You don't see great white sharks raping manatees.  You don't see lions fucking zebras before they maul them.  You don't see bees ass fucking aphids. 

Nah. That's a humanoid kinda thing.

This world makes me sick.

Fuck you for your lack of humanity.   #ashamedtobehuman #animalrights #boycottcircuses #endanimalslavery

Oh, and grow the fuck up, world.  Can you not 'Google' elephant? In today's day and age, can you not watch an educational video of elephants? Must you really 'ride' one? Especially and aged, arthritic elephant?

If you must truly witness the majestic elephant then go to fucking Africa.  On safari.  Maybe you will see a beautiful specimen.  Untouched by humanoids...with nobody riding it's back.....free.  

And maybe, just maybe...something bigger than you, stronger than you, will eat you.

One more, then another, and another...

Inaction is acceptance. 

Who are we, as a society, that we will quietly live among sadists?  No action is acceptance.  I am not going to talk about Argentina, or China.  I am talking about the United States. I am talking about my home.  Most likely, your home.  

In California, at a dog park, a few dogs and a couple wild animals died.  The toxicology reports revealed arsenic poisoning.  The park was searched and they found 'meatballs' laced with rat poison.

These people live among you.

In Florida, a 23 year old guy beat his parents dog to death with a flashlight. It was a golden retriever.  Are you a Floridian? Have relatives or vacation there?

These people live among you.

A group of guys used multiple high powered fireworks to kill a mixed breed dog filming the entire act and then uploading it.  They are New York residents.  Is that close to home? They surround you.

These people live among you.

In Tennessee, a couple sprayed kittens with a toxic, thick foam for 'fun'.  The foam ate away at the kittens delicate skin.  For fun.

These people live among you.

You live among these sadists.  They work with you.  They shop in the same aisle as you.  They share highways with you.  You sit behind them in the theatre.  You eat next to them in restaurants.  These people are not in a country an ocean away.

No.  They are here.

It is that fact ALONE that should catapult you into action.  Signs some campaigns.  Support animal rights petitions.  Speak for those that have no voice.  Have ZERO tolerance for sadistic acts of violence toward animals.  Demand to live in a neighborhood/town/city/state/country/world that holds sadists accountable.

Is the state of a society not a direct reflection of those that are a part of it?

If you cannot stand the sight of a picture or video of an animal being tortured, dead, etc....then DO something about it to make the act stop.

....delete candy crush from your fucking smart phone, and use the time you would have spent trying to beat your friends high score to sign petitions that are fighting for animal rights.  Sign your name in support of those that are demanding justice for acts of violence against animals.  Stand among those that will not allow sadism to go unpunished.

In 5 minutes you can virtually sign anywhere from 15-30 campaigns for change.  You can make this place safer for your own dog or cat or horse.  You can make it safer for your neighbors pets, or mine.  You can make it safer for animals.

You live a single life.

Make it worth something.  Make it matter.

...."only a righteous man regardeth the life of a beast"....

I ain't religious, but if you are, that shit is from the bible.  Verbatim.

No.

And...can we please stop with the terminology? 

Why is slaughter for animals, yet murder is for humans?

For fuck sakes....

Murder is murder.

5 innocent people killed? Yeah, right. So fucking innocent.

Which dead animal was guilty of abandoning its family?

What dead animal is guilty of fucking it's best friends wife?

What dead animal that you're wearing or eating, is dead due to it failure to follow judicial protocol?

Fucking none.

Humans? Dime a dozen. Ain't no innocent human.

None.

Get

It

Through

Your

Fucking

Head.

None.

They are innocent, of everything human imaginable.

You

Are here to protect

Them.

Get

It

Through

Your 

Fucking

Head.

They are not a commodity.

They are not a fad,

They Re not an app.

They are not an upgrade.

They are better than you.

A little bit more...

Aren't there quite enough programs for 'precious' humans? 

Fucking really?

I told you in the previous post that I was back.  So, I wanna know. Are there plenty of government funded outlets for humans to flourish in?

Want commodities? ...have babies

Want free dental? ....squeeze out a few puppies

Want medical insurance?  ....pop out some precious kiddos

Want sustainability? Stop eating carrion.

Want to end suffering? Educate your precious fucking self, and spend some time with the truth, the fucking truth is out there,

No, it isn't scandalous and sexy lesbo or bi action. No, it isn't glorified and coveted polyAmory or alternative lifestyle. No, sorry, it isn't an new app....

It's lambs and elephants...butchered and hacked at.  It's lions and pets destroyed and disregarded.  It is a domestic dog filmed and uploaded to stream live while a group of dîck less fucking humans torture and kill it with the cunning use of fireworks,

Fuck you, humanity, you a re an illusion, and illusion perpetuated by other humans. You do not exist.

And fuck you for your apathy.

#ashamedtobehuman

I am feral. I was raised feral, and remain so. For a brief few years I allowed the government and media to domesticate me. That ship has sailed.  I am back, feral and wild. And fuck you.

Bereft of everything...

I am disgusted with the human race.  I am ashamed to be a part of it.  Since so many individuals are segregating themselves into neat little groups like trans, or poly...I think I am going to separate myself from the human animal.  I am just an animal.

I am not religious, however I am beginning to wonder if the 'lack of God' is the actual root cause of the state of the current world I live in.

After signing animal rights petition after petition, I question the rampant sadism.

Do we live in a throw away world? An upgrade life?

What the fuck is wrong with us that we need wool coats that buy wool from Argentinian sheep farms that skin sheep alive and mutilate lambs? Really?

Call dr. Fucking lector, because as a society we need some fucking help.  

We have no one, or nothing to answer to/for.  We are completely autonomous...yet some use their human power for evil.  

Some fucking 19 yo bitch in N.J. Killed her family dog with the cunning use of bashing its fucking head in with a claw hammer and shovel.  And then, just cos she could, she bragged about it to her friend.  What the fuck?

We are just sort of 'fine' with this sort of behavior? Or, are we so fucking self obsessed and too busy taking mastuabatory selfies in our fucking bathroom mirrors to care? 

We are fucking scum.

And, fuck it, why not? Some fucking asshead tightly taped his dogs muzzle together, and just sort of let it go...it was still a puppy, too. Kind of makes it extra special.

Being humans, most of us are ok with cruel shit happening to adult animals.

...dead cat, dead dog...

But we really get pissy if it is a kitten or puppy.

At least we have that.

Fucking scum.

I am so ashamed to be a human.

I really am.

Burn bunnies eyes out for shampoo....fuck you.

Skin live sheep for your pea coat....fuck you.

I am so angry right now...in this day and age of Internet and wifi access...people still can't have some fucking empathy?

In a world of fake tits and nose jobs, can we NOT murder millions of animals on a daily basis?  Really! 

That fucking douche bag dentist that killed Cecil with the help of a lure, jeep, spot light, cross bow, semi automatic weapon, and two lock guides....really?

That shit exists today?

Basement dwellers.

Every second of every day matters.  It fucking matters.

Big deal you cell phone needs to be recharged, some lamb kidnapped from its mother just had its tail sliced off for your fucking seasonal coat?

Really. That's today. Every second you spend picking out the most flattering filter for your duck lip selfie.

Of, fuck you, humans.  I loathe myself because of you. I abborh me, because I am here...existing...with no tail to slice off. No wool to covet. No ivory to poach for. No trophy.

#peta #ashamedtobehuman #animalrights #fuckingyousoulessscumbags

Revivify....

I am back.  No, really.  Who I was.  Before all.....this.  ('This' being the ms monster.)

I've made hugely rewarding changes in my life. Epic.

A little back story...animal welfare was my rubric.

For well over a decade, I was not only a vegetarian but also an animal advocate.  A peta member, supporter, word spreader and donator.  I supported the animal liberation front.  I donated anything I could. I bought cruelty free products and boycotted animal tested brands.  Etc....mostly etc.  I was an avid blood donor, but had many issues with anemia.  

I was diagnosed with ms in 2000.  I was advised to step up and incorporate vitamins to supplement my diet. 

I wanna say out of the gate, I am pig headed. Determined. I don't give up. I am not a quitter. I don't stop. I just keep going.  I suppose I can abstractly relate to rocky balboa.  I take hits...and I get up swinging.

The ms knocked me on my ass, turned my life upside down, made me feel like a pussy.  After almost a year of infusions, dr visits, MRIs, working about 60 hrs a week, doing what I could for my brother and sister, doing anything I could for my grandparents...I was fucking frayed.  I felt lost, lonely, alienated.  I sought connection, and escape.  I was overwhelmed.  I was drowning and looking for a lifeboat.

Flash forward.

For whatever reason, at the time, I began eating meat again.  I stopped looking at manufacturers when I purchased dish detergent and shampoo.  I started buying new clothes and leather shoes.  I became a person I would have simultaneously hated and pitied.

I have renewed.  In the course of almost 4 months of depression free life, my lens became clear again.  My mood stability is paramount.  A Suicidal ideation confession was the catalyst to painful decisions.

And now, I remember who I was.  I was and am an empath.  I was and am a vegetarian.  I was and am an introvert.  I was and am passionate about the welfare of animals. 

I never was, but now I am active on social media.  I have to say, in the world of social media, people in general suck.  I could give a fuck about your filtered selfies of your new hair.  I could give a fuck about your arbitrary post about your quinoa salad.  I could give a fuck about your legs in a bubble bath pic.  Sheep. Mindless herd.  Media babies.  Cells a permanent fixture in their hands, head downcast and eyes staring.  I could give a fuck if you think someone is hot, including yourself.  

Who I was, and who I am now has bigger fish to fry than some viral video, some tawdry fad, or some crap series.  Some fucking morons say YOLO. You only live once.  

Not me.  I live EVERY fucking day.  Until I die.

I don't need cheap thrills for gratification.  I need nourishment.  Enrichment.

And I cannot blame ms for eating meat for the past 8 years.  But, I can say that it was a part of it. 

Or not

She was having a certain level of difficulty pin pointing the exact moment it had started.  She knew that it started somewhere.  Everything else always did.  Perhaps it had been an instant during the abysmal summer that she could not smile.  Not even if she had wanted to.  Everyone smiles...every now and then.  She didn't smile for over a year.  If she had, her face would have cracked like a dry lump of clay turned brittle.  Clay can't always house a pretty plant.  When clay is bad, it's bad.  Cumbersome, it fit her well in her perdition.  Clay hell.  It wasn't even a blessing in disguise as I might have hoped for, had i given a shit about her.  No.  It would just have broken apart and revealed nothing.  Cracking an eggshell and finding no phlegmy whites, no sticky mustard yolk...just an ossuary.  Who builds a clay mask for a headless person?  I think she did that summer.  Part of the reason she couldn't recall the hour it had started was this;  she could not keep track of days.  Her days were mainly constructed of water or some other liquid.  They easily blended into one another in the oceanic way fluid does.  She had no land mass hunks of life that she could use to coordinate her position.  Her Tuesday was a copy of her Saturday- discerning from them was dependent upon the weather.  If she looked outside and saw bits of snow falling from the sky she knew that it was winter. She could remeber that it had snowed on Saturday.  She always drove me fucking nuts with her superfluous moods.  She had told me once that she felt like a piece of lint, floating.  But that you can only see lint when it passes through a ray of sunshine coming from a window.  I knew she wasn't that weightless.  No, she was heavy.  A densely weighted thing that just was sort of there.  She couldn't have been any more there than if she had given birth to herself, over and over for infinity.  During one of her flinty moods, I watched her.  She kept bringing things in and leaving them there.  I couldn't tell you why.  It wasn't really like her.  But, when she was in this mood, she would.  I suppose I assumed that she was attempting to fill of the empty space up.  Maybe she felt empty...but, anyway it pisses me off.  It has become my life mission to make this piece of moody lint happy.  Even if she never smiles.