Anyone remember the old days of square holes in cement walls?
Anyone remember the old days of square holes in cement walls?
you see, when i celebrate my 13th birthday, a few things will strike me.
1) the clothes i am wearing comes from cotton plants. i can hear them screaming as the farmer pulls them out of the ground.
2) the birthday cake my happy parents have laid before me are filled with the souls of numerous unborn chickens. they will haunt me until the day i die.
3) the big buffet me and my guests are about to consume have murdered many innocent lives, they have done nothing to me, but i am going to eat browny the cow, clucky the chicken, danny the lamb, moody the big green leafy vegetable plant. all these are owned by people who named them affectionately. this is cruelty!
i will then proceed to refuse to stay inside my hdb flat because it is dominating the place where giant lions used to roam. if humanity had not come along, singapore would still be populated with lions.
finding myself unable to live on this big death trap for majestic lions, i then swim out to sea.. and never come back. on the bright side, i will return to mother nature some form of blessing and save us from her wrath eventually.. by giving my body to the fishes and crabs, and my bones will fertilise and return to the blessed earth what sins i have taken from it.
p.s. just a parody taken to extremes, sorry if you don't find it funny.
Last edited by night86mare; 8th May 2008 at 10:26 AM.
i wonder why nobody starts walking up to wild lions and berating them for being more "humane" when bringing down prey.
"hey mr lion, you must be nicer to ms antelope. you should not just bite her like that, especially if her kids are around. you should just use the blunt end of your paw, knock her out, and bring her to a nicer , more convenient place.. and slit her throat and let her bleed out."
put in another way; one could argue that the dead in question could hardly care less about how they died, since they no longer exist, or feel sensation. it is therefore very ironic when people argue about this - someone once put it this way to me, it isn't out of compassion for the dead - but rather, out of a need to fulfill something within themselves.
charities donate clothing and food to the poor; yet no one ever considers why they actually do so - won't it be better to just give the poor cash since they would be better able to decide what they want to buy? the usual retort would be that they might buy something they don't actually need. and of course the retort to that would be that you don't really care what they need; but rather what you need - a sense of righteousness that you are doing right by your own standards.
Last edited by night86mare; 8th May 2008 at 10:39 AM.
Honestly, if they really kill 200 thousand dogs a year over there, it will probably mean that it's already a commonly accepted practice at least by a sizeable proportion of the population. To an extent it will probably be part of the culinary culture there (even if it's a minority).
We are not even Korean citizens, there's little chance that any government policy will be affected solely by a petition from outsiders (Though given the strong public movement over there, there will probably be local protest groups at work already). Concentrating attention and effort for the cause nearer to home will probably be more productive. Standing up against animal cruelty is good, but it's also good to be realistic.
Last edited by Prismatic; 8th May 2008 at 10:38 AM.
Many of us live in worlds and sub-sets of irony, rationilasation and justification as long as it fulfills desires, actions, needs or beliefs.
I'm no saint, and I don't pretend to be one either.
Last edited by Dream Merchant; 8th May 2008 at 10:42 AM.
but snoopy the maltese isn't just going to end up on somebody's plate tomorrow , he has someone to look after him. on the other hand, if you were stuck in a snowstorm, without any food or water.. and snoopy just happened to be beside you, with those huge doe-like eyes..
i'll leave the rest up to your imagination.
plato's answer to the challenge of "why be moral" (something about how morality was simply an instrumental good, i.e. it was good because of the result it brought, not because it was good in itself) included something like this - that our inner parts required to be in harmony, and the soul was divided into reason, desire and passion; and that reason should rule these 3 parts and reason would tell a person to be moral.
the standard reply from any philosopher over the years who has disputed this rather simplistic postulation.. is that anything can be linked to desire - even the most righteous man could be driven by one desire - that to preserve one's image of self as being righteous.
food for thought, indeed. and ok, time for bed. ciao!
Snoopy would probably eat me! Nah, kidding. If it were a pet cat, then yeah, they don't give a damn.
Snoopy is a Beagle, and Beagles, historically ... hey, heck, you're familiar with English traditions, so you will know that they can be hunters and pack killers if the lead horseman doesn't call off the pack. Do they still fox hunt in Britan?
The PROBLEM with all these is..... we all spend too much time on the internet!!!
Here's what I learned last year...
I have to scrub the top of every can I open.
I no longer have any savings because I gave it to a sick girl (Penny Brown) who is about to die in the hospital for the 1,387,258th time
I no longer have any money at all, but that will change once I receive the $15,000 that Bill Gates / Microsoft and AOL are sending me for participating in their special e-mail program
I no longer worry about my soul because I have 363,214 angels looking out for me, and St. Theresa's novena has granted my every wish
I no longer eat KFC because their chickens are actually horrible mutant freaks with no eyes or feathers
I no longer use cancer-causing deodorants even though I smell like a water buffalo on a hot day
I have learned that my prayers only get answered if I forward an email to seven of my friends and make a wish within five minutes
I no longer drink Coca Cola because it can remove toilet stains
I no longer can buy gasoline without taking someone along to watch the car so a serial killer won't crawl in my back seat when I'm pumping gas
I no longer drink Pepsi or Dr. Pepper since the people who make these products are atheists who refuse to put "Under God" on their cans
I no longer use Saran wrap in the microwave because it causes cancer
I can't boil a cup of water in the microwave anymore because it will blow up in my face... disfiguring me for life
I no longer check the coin return on pay phones because I could be pricked with an infected needle
I no longer go to shopping malls because someone will drug me with a perfume sample and rob me
I no longer answer the phone because someone will ask me to dial a number for which I will get a phone bill with calls to Jamaica, Uganda, Singapore and Uzbekistan
I no longer buy expensive cookies from Neiman Marcus since I now have their recipe
I can't use anyone's toilet but mine because a big brown African spider is lurking under the seat to cause me instant death when it bites my butt
I can't ever pick up $5.00 I dropped in the parking lot because it probably was placed there by a sex molester waiting underneath my car to grab my leg
I can no longer drive my car because I can't buy gas from certain gas companies!
If you don't send this e-mail to at least 144,000 people in the next 70 minutes, a large dove with diarrhea will land on your head at 5:00 PM this afternoon and the fleas from 12 camels will infest your back, causing you to grow a hairy hump
I know this will occur because it actually happened to a friend of my next door neighbor's ex-mother-in-law's second husband's cousin's beautician...
Look what have the internet done to our otherwise 'normal' life
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one man's meat is another man's poison.
one man's food is another man's pet.
so you dun eat anything now?
well list of pets i had...
a dog, few gerbils, few rabbits, some fishes, some stray cats... so on and so forth...
Do you know, by you pointing your finger at a piece of pork to the butcher or asking for a plate of chicken rice, you are indirectly killing these animals? thats why i have made peace with the environment i lived in.
You are probably still young, so your idea would most likely be... Cats & Dogs cannot be food, only chicken, pigs, cows and lamb ought to be dead since they are born to die for us supreme beings. Have you ever asked if they wanna die in the 1st place to be something on your table?
p.s. Do i know you?
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Just a bit offtrack,
if eating dog meat is eating man's best friend...
I was reading an article about how loggers in Africa are eating apes and other primates.
Isn't that like, eating man's brother or something?