These Great States

Or something similar.

We just got back from a driving trip to South Carolina. I have a lot of stuff I want to share that I wrote down on the drive, but here are a couple.

First, if you want to see if you can stand being married to some one, spend 12+ hours alone in a car with them. I think Paul Rieser once said that's marriage at high speed. Seriously, you realize how different you are when you spend that much time together.

Second, I think I have figured out the directional issues. It has to do with every one's complete lack of manners in general. Fuckers don't realize that there are people on the road that can't read your mind. Contrary to popular belief. And it's not localized to one state, it's fucking everywhere.

Last, if you are vegan and travel, make sure you fucking plan.

Have a great day. And word to your moms.

What the Fuck?

Seriously. I made the mistake of going out in public again today. We're leaving on vacation tomorrow and driving, so I wanted to make sure I had some food to eat. It's relatively nice here (like 50 degrees or so) and I made the mistake of thinking that people would be out doing fun things in the nice weather.

I was completely wrong. Everyone was shopping today. I would have to assume that it has something to do with Easter tomorrow. No manners, kids fucking running everywhere, and throngs of people wandering aimlessly. I know I am going to sound like a cranky old lady, and that's fine but what the fuck is going on with kids? If I behaved the way I see most kids behaving, I would have been taken to the car slung over my mom's shoulder like a sack of potatoes. I am not sure what's happening, if creating free thinking kids is just leading to a general lack of respect or if parents just don't give a fuck anymore.

Another thing...stop wishing me a happy fucking Easter. The blind assumptions are really starting to piss me off.

**for all the parents I know reading this blog, I'm not talking about you!**

The good news is I am going skating outside today so that may improve my mood. I hope. I also may be getting my tattoo touched up, but we're working on that.

Pretty much, the vast majority of you can fuck off today.

Love, Love, Kiss, Kiss.

Shopping and Other Stuff...

I am pretty sure that I don't belong intermingled with the general public. It's not a good thing. I am not sure what has happened but some where a long the way, manners have become optional. I cannot believe how many people no longer use simple things such as "Please" and "Thank You". I don't know how many times I held the door for someone today and didn't receive acknowledgement. (And I know, I shouldn't be polite for the acknowledgment but a "Thank You" isn't that hard to spit out). No joke, in the grocery store a woman asked if I was planning on getting out of her way anytime soon. I guess she'd rather say that then "Excuse me". Fuck.

The day wasn't a complete wash. I found four pair of jeans at Old Navy. I did break my resolve to not buy new clothes (buying from thrift stores) but now my old jeans will go to Goodwill, so it's not a complete loss.

I also discovered Amy's Toaster Pops. Like Pop-Tarts, but vegan. They are delish. The filling is much more pie-like than I remember Pop-Tarts being. Try them. Or else.

Meh

That's the only word I can use to describe myself right now. I seem to be stuck in this fucking mood that I can't seem to shake.

The Alkaline Trio song Mr. Chainsaw has a verse that sums up my general sense of being:

I guess I should be one to talk

There's nights that I can't even walk

There's days I couldn't give a fuck

And in between is where I'm stuck

Ouch...

Practice tonight was rough. Holy man am I sore. I am almost as sore as I was the first time I practiced. We were doing a lot of endurance and speed drills tonight. Which is good because I definitely need to work on that. I think I am getting faster but it is hard to tell. Captains don't often get compliments, they give them. I wonder if some one could tape practice so I could see.

Then when I get home late like this, I am still all wired from practice and hungry. Makes it hard to sleep.

That was a little whiny and woe is me like. I don't want to be woe is me.

I also think that it is important you know that I hate Activia commercials. Seriously, eat enough veggies and fiber and you'll poop. And what exactly does irregular mean? Are we talking frequency? Shape? Amount? I think it is just a stupid way to say constipated. Eat. Veggies.

I am not even sure where my train of thought is right now. I don't think that it has even pulled into the station . Good night my little lambs.

Food That Talks...

Okay, for some odd reason, the past couple of days, this has really been fucking with me. (I think I used far to many commas there, Alabaster Mom?)

I know that I have discussed the dichotomy of how we treat animals in this country. How I don't understand how people are able to love one animal and eat another. I touched on it in here (and I apologize in advance for calling it schizophrenia. I was not trying to be offensive).

Here's the thing, apparently people have no problem eating any food that talks. I have seen two commercials in the past couple of days that are grating on my nerves. The first is a Mini Wheats commercial. It's this here:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_ZSVlBu2yJs

Notice the mini wheats are talking, not only to each other but to the boy...WHO IS ABOUT TO EAT THEM. Anyone who has eaten with me, knows on occasion I talk to my food. It has never said anything back. I guess I would expect the boy to have qualms about eating his 8 layered friends that are so concerned about him. Or not?


The next one is a stupid Glade Scented Oil candle commercial. They are annoying for a number of reasons, but this one bothers me for the same reason.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h7o7lreRuP4

In this one, she bites the cookies head off to shut him up.

I know most of you are probably saying that I am making a stink out of nothing, and they are just commercials and they don't really effect thinking. I beg to differ. I think it is just another example of how we are taught at a young age not to think about what we are eating.

In general, Americans don't think about where "things" come from. They don't think about the person who made their jeans or stereo. They just want to buy it, and preferably the cheaper the better. These talking food images present another example of how Americans detach themselves from the production of food.

This ended up sounded a lot dumber than I had anticipated. I'd say I was sorry, but I'd be lying. I really don't give a shit if you think it's dumb.

Rock over London, Rock on Chicago

For the last time...

Might doesn't make right. I am not sure how else I can say this.

Maybe: "With power comes responsibility"? But that sounds so fucking trite. But it's true.

Even if you believe that humans are the superior species based on language, reason, laws, whatever you believe, that doesn't give us the right to abuse other species. What if we followed that same logic for humans. The smarter, stronger, richer ones call the shots and abuse the uneducated, weaker, and poorer...wait. Never mind. We do follow that logic.

So essentially we are all fucked. The Animal Liberation Movement is crucial at this point. Until we recognize that might doesn't make right, we are going to continue to exploit the poor. We will continue massacre countries disagreeing with America because "we can". The military will continue to recruit the poorest boys and girls, so they have a shot at college too.

Many people think that voting helps. It's a nice thought, but lets be honest here. Who controls Congress? People with money. Lobbyists. Huge corporations. You know the drill, this shouldn't be news to you. Vote with your pocket books. Go vegan. If you don't like a stores policies (for me, Wal Mart) don't shop there. Stop buying everything new, there are second hand stores. Even high class "Consignment Shops" if you are too good for Goodwill or St. Vinny's. Use FreeCycle, Craigslist. It saves money and resources.

Just fucking think. That's all I am saying.

Still Pissy

I haven't blogged since Wednesday, but I am still really pissy about the comments left about the ads. I don't know why I let it bug me so much.

So, that's all I am saying until I can come up with something coherent.

Gas

And for once, it's not the kind that comes out of my ass.

I don't know why gas prices are so high. If I did, trust me I would share my infinite knowledge with you now. What I do know is that (at least in Green Bay) instead of bitching about it, maybe do something. There was a news story on last night that really left me peeved. It was a woman talking about how "There is all this oil to be had and we should get it at a price that Americans deserve".

This whole statement confuses me. One, I don't know if there is oil to be had. Two,I am not sure why Americans deserve oil at better prices than the rest of the world (which would be what I believe said woman is intimating). They didn't show what she was driving, but hubs and I joked that it was a Hummer or some other obnoxious SUV. Unfortunately we will never know.

Again, I don't know why the gas prices are so high, but there are some things you can do to reduce your gas consumption. These all come from this website, but are probably listed on other sites as well. Also, use common sense.

1. Don't drive if you don't have to. Der.

2. Don't sit in idle. If it is going to be longer than a minute, turn your car off.

3. Use cruise control and don't speed. (Yeah, I don't so much follow the don't speed one)

4. Take care of your car. Tires, oil, air filter: These are the three biggies.

5. Take the extra weight out of your car.

There are other obvious things like carpooling, public transportation, (in GB this isn't so much an option), biking, etc. One thing that isn't so obvious and not mentioned in the list above is filling up sooner. I haven't been letting the slutty Sunfire get below a half tank. Yes, I fill up more often but this is a difference of 28 mpg to almost 35mpg.

I guess what I am trying to say is stop bitching and do something.

Must be Nice...

**I want to start this post by apologizing to any of my readers who have children. This post does not refer to you as you would never say any of this to me. I like your kids, I love my step-kid, this is just a random rant that I need to get off my chest. **

I hear this all the time, ending with all sorts of comments. "Must be nice to sleep past 6am on a weekend". "Must be nice to be able to go to [insert destination here]". "Must be nice to be able to buy [insert item here]". These comments are usually followed by: "The kids would never let me sleep that late" or "Sally has soccer this year, so we're saving for that".

I just have something to point out here. No where is there a law that says you have to have children. It's not a requirement, there are no "childless police", and and those of us who don't want kids aren't weirdo's. I have mad a conscious decision not to have kids. This was something DH and I talked about at length prior to getting engaged. I really never wanted them and he didn't want another one. (Also, I am sure that if at some point I would have changed my mind, he would not have denied me that experience. I have yet to have an urge that lasts more than a couple seconds.)

Lots of people ask me why I don't want kids. Honestly, I'm not sure. I like to sleep in. I am extraordinarily selfish. I like toys. I like vacations. Until about 5 years ago, I thought a dog would tie me down too much. I'm very lazy. I dislike suburbia. I would be a horrible example and I don't know, I guess I just knew I never wanted them.

Before some one comes in and tells me everything I am missing, or that I will never be fulfilled unless I reproduce, let me say something. Don't. I've heard it all. I think I lead a pretty fulfilling life and I don't think anyone else has the right to tell me what should make my life complete.

The other thing is at this stage in the game, I don't think we could afford a kid. Oddly, this isn't a consideration most people have prior to pumping one out, but I do. Sometimes I feel like it's hard enough to take care of myself. This is why I have a hard time getting excited when people tell me they are pregnant on "accident". WTF does that mean anyway?

The other argument that drives me completely insane is the "we wanted to try for a boy/girl" crap. This shouldn't come as a surprise to any one since I believe gender is a sham, but could you be more selfish? "I really just wanted some one with whom I could play catch." Um...am I the only one who has a problem with this statement. Even better is "Every one needs a daughter so they can see them get married".

The people I feel the worst for in this situation are my own parents, especially my mother. She really wanted to be a grandma. Sometimes I think that's the only reason that she had kids. We weren't easy and quite frankly I can't believe she had another one after me. Thankfully, there are a lot of people near her that keep having babies, so she has an endless supply of surrogate grandkids. And I think she finally understands that I stand firm in my decision.

The Boca Chick'n Pattie Incident

I almost lost my mind. It was crazy.

DH and I went grocery shopping together. This isn't usually a chore that we share, quite frankly because we both hate grocery shopping so much, it's best to separate us.

As I have stated in the past, GB doesn't have a lot of vegan friendly choices in restaurants and it is very hard to search the speciality stuff out in grocery stores. One of the stores here does have a "natural and organic" section which is where all the stuff like Sour Supreme, Veganaise, and the fake meats are located. I spend a lot of time in that section.

I went to the frozen area of this section to get my Boca Chick'n patties, they are my fave. They are easy to cook, make a good lunch, and are delish. I picked up a box and noticed that it didn't have the word VEGAN on the side of the box that it normally does. This was enough to force me to check the ingredient list. And read the whole thing. Thank God I looked because for some odd reason these had egg whites in them. AND it didn't include the eggs in the allergen information. (Look at the side of most foods by the ingredients and you will see the little disclaimer "Contains: WHEAT, SOY, AND DAIRY. Usually it says eggs here too. My favorite is that peanut butter says "Contains: PEANUTS. Thanks) I checked the nuggets, same thing.

Now, I am pissed. I hate it when stupid shit makes me become the angry vegan. But come on, why would they change something and put eggs in it? Wouldn't that make it more expensive? Puh-leeze. My husband looks at me and knows not to touch on it. So I go home angry and pattie-less.

The next day I decide to venture to a different store. They also have a nice natural foods section, and this store has the patties sans eggs. I bought like ten. And I wish I was kidding, but this was the dumbest shopping trip ever. I spent $60 on fake chick'n, nutritional yeast, Clif bars, and smut mags. (I had to know about Pete and Ashlee's wedding!)

Last night I decided to figure out what was going on. If they were adding eggs to all these products I needed to know now so I could buy all of them. Here's what it boils down to. The ones with eggs come in a tan box and are organic. Not Vegan. The ones in the red box are probably genetically engineered but don't have eggs. Vegan. This world is a messed up little place.

VEGAN

NOT VEGAN!

Is it me?

I am not sure what is going on recently. It seems since I had to let Spot go, I have noticed more and more people complaining about their dogs.

On Wednesday (THE DAY AFTER) a "friend" of mine launched into a half an hour tirade about coming home to her dog who had diarrhea in her crate and then threw up. She ranted on and on about how mad she was at the poor dog. I was steaming. I mean come on. First, it's not the dogs fault. Next, I would have been thrilled to be cleaning up Spots' poop at that moment. Lastly, she begged her sister for this dog. She was so proud of herself for saving said dog. Now the dog is a nuisance? Fuck off.

I seem to notice it everywhere. Outside on break it always seems like some one doesn't know what to do about "it" (which irks me as well. It's not and "it") And it all seems like such minute things to me. "The dog had an accident" or "The dog just wouldn't settle down last night". I understand that I do (as to most foster homes) have a much higher tolerance for poop, pee, jumping dogs, barking, whining, food on the walls, vomit, wrecked household items, tipped over garbage, missing and wrecked shoes, and dog hair covering e-v-e-r-y-t-h-i-n-g. All of this is rewarded by wagging of tails, wiggles of butts, looks of adoration, cuddles, kisses, snuggles, and the deep doggy sigh they make when they are content and happy.

I guess what I am trying to say here is dogs have feelings (as do cats and pigs and cows and chickens, I think you get the point). The vast majority of dogs want to please their human companions, not piss them off. My "friends" dog didn't enjoy sitting in her shit all day any more than my "friend" enjoyed cleaning it up.

This all reminded me of a story that a rescue volunteer from Florida wrote. You can find the story here. This story makes me cry every single time I read it, but today really kicked me in the ass. It is written as if the dog was telling her story. There is a paragraph after the dog was in a shelter where she talks about her new home. The dog states: "I was so thrilled to have a family at last and so grateful that I just couldn’t help but jump on them all. At first they seemed to like it, but then they started to get mad at me. I also pooped in the house a few times. I had never been in a house before so I didn’t know that it wasn’t OK. "

I think that this is a huge statement. "I didn't know that it wasn't OK". I think that a lot of times people forget that dogs need to be taught things. Even adult dogs. If a dog has never lived in a house, of course s/he isn't going to know they can't relieve themselves there.

Sometimes I am floored at the way people talk about their animals. In so many ways people relegate them to "just a dog". Yet they expect them to have super-psychic powers. Dogs should automatically know where to relieve themselves. Did you just suddenly become potty-trained? I don't think so. Dogs know what they did wrong. Not if you don't teach them what is right. Dogs should know what the word "NO" means. Not so. They don't speak English any better than you speak dog. We have had dogs come into rescue who believe their name is "No, No".

I know of a family that keeps their dogs outside, yet insisted their dogs were like children to them. So you would let your kids stay outside all day?

This was kind of a long ranty post. I hope you enjoy.

L-A-Z-Y

I am actually embarrassed to admit how lazy I am. I did nothing really productive this entire weekend. As many may know, yesterday I had the hangover from hell. I could have been doing Arbonne stuff, the house is a disaster and the dogs could have used a walk. Never mind all that. I am going to sit on my ass and watch Forensic Files All. Weekend. Long.

I did manage to make it to the grocery store today, which was trying, as usual. I don't know why, but I just can't stand going there. It could be the the woman in front of me that had meat, meat, cheese, cheese, milk, sour cream, and butter. I loved that everything was low fat, but there were no vegetables to be found. I wish I was kidding.

It could also be the insane amount of kids running around. I am pretty sure the kid behind me in line had never heard of an inside voice. And it also seemed like every where I went, this family (the Louders) was there.

It's also getting close to X-mas time. I am not a fan. I don't like to decorate, I hate x-mas music, and I don't like the whole over consumption crap. One thing I love about the holidays is Egg-nog, or now just Nog. I bought the Silk version and I am itching to try it. I hope that it is decent.

I have also discovered almond milk in the past week. I am obsessed. It is so much better than it's soy counterpart. Yum.

Thou Shall Not Kill

DH and I actually had a very interesting discussion last night in bed. No, you perverts, it wasn't dirty, it was actually pretty "deep" (har) for midnight.

The discussion started after I had a run in with an anti-choicer (AKA Pro-Lifer). He was really persistent, quoting the bible he was holding onto, and generally getting in our faces. As he was shouting at us I politely said, "Excuse me sir, do eat meat?" over and over again. He wouldn't look at me, nor answer me. Apparently, protesters are the only one's who are allowed to ask questions.

Needless to say, he riled me up. I was discussing it later that evening with DH. We both wholly agree that any one who quotes the bible to argue is off their rocker, but since this guy was so insistent on using it, we thought we would use it to argue back.

The Sixth Commandment simply reads "Thou Shall Not Kill". It doesn't read "Thou Shall Not Kill Unborn Babies". So...the fact that this gentleman would not answer my simple question, really proves that he was a jackass. "Thou Should Not Kill" in essence, should apply to every species, not just humans. Oh, wait. I forgot that humans are sooooo much more important than every other species. Meh.

There is just so much about this scenario that pisses me off. First, he is a man. Second, he was quoting the bible. Third, he was invading our personal space. I also bet had I asked him, he would have been all for the death penalty.

My husband also pointed out that I was a hypocrite because I am a vegan pro-choicer. Which would be true, if I took the bible as the end all be all of what is right and wrong. I don't. The truth is, the bible is a story that is used to provide guidance. The bible also says I have the right to own slaves. It says that you shouldn't come into contact with a woman during "that time of the month" (but pray tel, how will I know?). It states something about the length of a mans hairs. If we interpreted the bible literally, I am pretty sure we would never leave church.

Sick...

I have a stomach flu. I have done nothing today but take a succession of naps and spend a lot of time in the bathroom. In fact, I thought about taking a nap in the bathroom, but apparently that only works when you are drunk, not sick.

There are two good things about being home sick. 1. I am not at work. I think we all know how I feel about that. 2. I get to stay home and snuggle with the dogs. I love snuggling with the dogs a lot. Especially puppy cos he is a snuggle-er.

I also learned that dogs sleep. A. Lot. I mean I knew this, but I didn't realize how much it really amounts to.

This may oust yesterday's post as the worst post ever.

Lobster's Don't Grow on Trees....

Neither do fish or pigs or for that matter, cheese. Seems obvious doesn't it.

It gets me riled up when people dilute the meaning of the word vegan and even vegetarian. These words and life styles are born out of principals. What is the point of having them, if you are going to eat meat or cheese or seafood "every once and a while". Or "on special occasions".

Take these statements:

"I only eat babies once in a while"
"I am only racist when I am in a restaurant"
"I only burn my dog on special occasions"
"I respect homosexuals except when I am in church. It's too hard there"

I hope these statements sound fucked up to you, because they are. They are, in fact, as fucked up as pseudo-veg*ns.

I hate listing out the things I don't eat/use/consume, because it makes veganism look like deprivation (which it is not). But for the sake of this post, I am going to list what makes a vegan a vegan.

1. Does not eat ANY animal products. (This includes: meat, cheese, fish, milk, dairy of any kind, chicken and honey). A vegan also avoids "hidden" animal products like whey, gelatin, and glycerin.

2. Does not wear animal carcasses. (This is a tough one. I know many vegan's, myself included, have leather shoes that are from our pregan days and in perfect condition. I will not purchase animal carcass any more, but to avoid consumerism, will use the ones I have until I can't wear them any more.)

3. Does not purchase products tested on animals or with animal by products. This includes make up, hair products, house hold cleaners, laundry detergent, etc.

Those are the three biggies.

Are there certain times that being vegan is impossible? Yup. My car is a great example. It certainly has animal products some where in the tires and I kill bugs when I drive. But unfortunately, where I live has a piss poor public transportation system. I have very few options in this case. Same with perscriptions. I could stop taking my crazy pill, but then I would be crazy and possibly go postal, and that's not helping any one.

The main point of this post is don't call yourself vegan if you aren't. If you eat cheese you're not vegan. I am not trying to be militant, but when you dilute the word you are hurting the movement.

Don't be a Douche

Lately, I seem to be encountering more douche bags then necessary. In case anyone reading this didn't know, douche bag is possibly my favorite insult ever. Douche bags make me cranky. Below, I have compiled a list of things that you can do to avoid this fate.

Everyone

1. Is it truly necessary to talk on your cell phone, in a public place, like you are at home? And before any of my friends say it; YES my cell should just be super glued to my hand. But think about it, do I ever hold long, in depth conversations. Today at Target, I swear this woman was following me. I know how much money she makes, who she needs to talk to about a promotion, her bra-size, and that she has some type of infection.
2. Driving an IROC Z no longer makes you cool.
3. Please do not say to me "You don't look like a vegan". Call a spade a spade. Just say you think I am fat.
4. Mind your own fucking business. Worry about you. I'll worry about me.
5. Avoid beginning a sentence with "I seen....". Such as, "I was at the store, and I seen this thing you'd really like." You saw it. No more discussion.
6. If you are a parent, and you have your child in a relatively adult type restaurant, make sure they can handle it. Running around, screaming, and throwing things are all signs they can't.
7. If you call your tattoos "tats" get rid of them. They deserve better.

Females

1. If you are relatively slender, do not call yourself chubby. You're not. And it pisses the real chubby girls off.
2. If your pants are so "low rise" that your crack is hanging out, get new pants.
3. Don't be a chameleon. If there is one thing that screams douche bag, it's a poser. Be who you are, don't change depending on who you are dating, hanging out with, or to please some one. Fucking annoying.
4. Please, please, please, stop dressing up to go to sports bars (there are a lot of them in Green Bay). You need not be a slob (although I often am) but there is no need for Gucci heels, Coach purses, and what ever else you have decided to wear. In fact, there is really no need for those things anyway. Stop being so bourgeois. (See Definition 2)

Males

1. Really, do you need to rip the sleeves off your t-shirts? If you are mowing the lawn, I can understand. Anything else, lose it.
2. Your penis isn't as big or small as you think.
3. Cover your dick. Kids & diseases or a condom?
4. If you are in a relationship, be nice. When you are an asshole to her (or him for that matter) you look like the fuck twat.

I leave you with this video, ironically poking fun at douche bags everywhere!

Sanity or My Loss of It

Okay - I will break it down for you and I am pretty crabby so you are going to see fuck a lot.

I work with a woman, who I consider a pretty good friend. Today she brought in donuts, and I declined. (Part of this story is my fucking fault. I should have just said "no thanks". Instead I said, "Donuts have milk and eggs in them". I am a dumb ass, I know).

So later, she comes to my desk and starts on this big spiel about the bagel I ate and that had eggs or milk in it. I calmly explained, they didn't because I emailed the company for their ingredient list. She then started rambling off a fucking laundry list of foods that had milk or dairy in them. For fun and so every one else has to suffer, I will list them with my response.

1. Noodles have eggs. - No, pasta has eggs, noodles do not. I check the labels when I buy them.

2. Bread has milk and eggs. - Again, I check the labels when I buy bread, and when I bake it at home I use recipes that don't call for eggs and sub the milk.

3. Your tator tots have egg in the breading. - Again, I have contacted the company and they don't have eggs in the breading.

4. The tortilla shell has to have milk or something - FUCKING SEE ABOVE.

Okay, this may not sound like much, but she kept going on and fucking on. And then when I would give one of my responses she would quickly say "No, all bread has milk".

And - the vegan icing on the vegan cake that I made so I know all the fucking ingredients - she openly admitted that she just was waiting for me to slip up.

I have decided I can't win.

Puppy Mills...again

Tonight our local news did another story on puppy mills. They investigated Puppy Haven in Manitowoc with hidden cameras and the whole shebang. It was sad and disgusting. I am appalled at the way the owner of the mill lied in the face of hard evidence. It saddened me to no end. It is hurtful to know that is the situation Cosmo (one of my pups) would have ended up in had his mother not come into rescue.

Here is the link: http://www.nbc26.com/news/local/7571552.html

There have been a number of different features on puppy mills in the state of WI. We have no laws regulating the breeding of animals. I am glad that people have latched onto this as a big issue and one of importance.

But (and there is always a but)

I don't get the schizophrenia (thanks Jenna and Bob Torres, and I believe Gary Francione for that term). How can one logically (LOGICALLY) look at dogs living in these conditions and say it is wrong, but don't see any problem with all the chickens, pigs, cows, and other "live stock" living in the same and sometimes worse conditions (holy run-on sentence)? I don't understand why the connection is so hard to make. In one of the stories a woman commented "They are treating these dogs like chickens, but expecting them to act like dogs". I screamed at the TV: "WHY IS OKAY FOR CHICKENS TO LIVE THAT WAY?"

The other thing that was entirely frustrating was talk of one of the laws that they wanted passed. "Similar to a lemon law on cars". Not fucking kidding. Comparing a quality animal to a quality car. I don't even know how this is possible. Fuck that.

I don't want to complain because progress is being made. I guess I don't understand why the progress has to be so fucking slow. Why can't every one see the world as I see it? Is that so hard? Animals don't deserve to be used for humans AT ALL. It doesn't matter if they are bred for pets, food, milk, eggs, or fur. Its wrong.

Work with me here people, work with me.

But, I really like such and such....

I hear this a lot.

And these people are missing the point.

Just because you really like something, doesn't make it right.

Just because something tastes good doesn't mean you have the right to kill it.

Just because "God gave us the animals" doesn't give you the right to kill, abuse, or take away any form of natural life from them.

Just because that is what we have always done, doesn't make it right or even good for you.

Just because I am eating something different from everyone else, doesn't mean I want to talk about it.

Just because I don't eat animal products doesn't mean that I judge you for doing so.

All I ask is that you think before asking questions and justifying your animal consumption to me.