Friday, April 10, 2015

Poor Poor Peta-ful Me — JUST GIMME SOME TRUTH

Who was that guy who sang "Gimme Some Truth?"

Oh yeah, the one who got shot in the back four or five times, because it's so easy to get a handgun.

Truth is never popular. The truth is that animals are killed for your hamburgers and hot dogs, and guess what, NOBODY is all too concerned with how much they suffer.

Not only don't people like the truth, they will now PUNISH those who have the proof of wrongdoing and who is responsible.

Like Scientology, the meat industry expects their privacy to be sacred. If they don't want you on their property, stay away.

In case you'd like to know how the chicken farm or pig farm is run, or how the eggs get to your table...FUCK OFF. None of your business. Federal inspectors, paid off as they are, will arrange once in a while for a brief glimpse of conditions.

It's sort of like when the Red Cross inspected Dachau or the stalags.

If you're simply curious and want to know "How do we get pork chops" or "What's involved in making goose pate" or "How does Kentucky Fried Chicken keep the prices low," you are denied the truth.

Oddly enough, companies that you'd think would want to guard some kind of trade secret, like how they make their cars, or ice cream bars, or stitch up a baseball...you can see ANY of that. There are long running TV shows that explain in great detail, exactly how things are manufactured.

If it involves animals? NO.

The food industry, which injects its products with lethal hormones, which runs literal rivers of pig shit and blood into lakes, and which brutally tortures animals until they are ultimately killed, feel they have a right to privacy.

Even if you absolutely LOVE your steak and your burgers and your omelettes, wouldn't you also LOVE to be assured that what you're eating is clean, free of pesticides and drugs? Shouldn't it be up to YOU if you want to know the same details about how veal gets into your mouth as how a contact lens is made so that it can fit up against your naked eye?

Very shortly the world will stop because there's a new fucking James Bond movie everyone has to see. One of our favorite forms of entertainment is "taking the law into your own hands." Spying. Going outside the law in order to deal with crooks and thieves. We applaud James Bond. Somebody from PETA with a camcorder? No, send the truth-seeker to jail!

Another of our favorite things is to applaud the rebels. This includes Bob Dylan, who sang about how Lenny Bruce

Never robbed any churches nor cut off any babies’ heads
He just took the folks in high places and he shined a light in their beds

Well, that's what the PETA-types are doing. They are literally shining a light into the dark corners of the slaughterhouse and photographing what they see. The lawmakers don't like this? You might as well have said during World War 2, "leave Dachau alone. Don't take any pictures. The Germans have every right to their privacy."

What the animal torturers and the Monsanto crowd want, is to keep you in the dark on how animals are killed, how animals are loaded with hormones, how even simple tomatoes and potatoes can be mis-farmed and mis-raised and turned into wads of cancer that will destroy your body. Their weapon is to ban knowledge. Their weapon is to use their corrupt politicians to raise the fines and jail time on simple breaking and entering, or just photographing illegal acts with a hidden camera.

It's not bad enough that the law usually does nothing at all to those who pollute, murder and destroy? It's not bad enough that most people look away from existing PETA footage and you can't find Julie Christie's movie "The Animal Film" on Netflix? The idea is to block the truth by prosecuting anyone who comes looking for it?

What next?

One day McCartney says, "I stopped eating lamb, when I looked out the window and realized I was eating the shoulder of someone that had been grazing in my pasture the other day." He's arrested and thrown in jail.

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