As new photos reveal, PLENTY. I’m sure I’m not the only one who finds that eggs are one of the most difficult foods to talk people out of. We’ve all had that conversation with that person who insists that they are totally down with your veganism but you see, they eat organic eggs, so there’s…
If you click on it prepare to see some very graphic photos of a crazy bitch who has skinned a dog alive and has posted pictures of it. She is actually smiling while holding the poor dog and on another picture she is holding its heart.
I personally think she deserves to die a horrible painful death and honestly, if I had her here now I would kill her without second thoughts.
The title says “Death to all stray animals.”
This horrible act cannot be left unpunished. Please report this group if you can.
Meowmeowmeow. Here is the thing. You people want her to die, why? That’s the “easy way out” of anything and everything. Think about it people, if anything, you still want her alive. Live through the hate random people will give her [if she is recognized], so what if she’s proud of it? She’s going to get sentenced for animal cruelty, she’s going to regret it and have to live with that. Think. About. It.
She does not deserve to die. Her life is no less important than the animals.
That being said, she doesn’t deserve to get off scot-free.
This is not art. It is a crime.
I agree that she deserves to live and thus suffer. She is a murderer. She disgusts me. We don’t have any right to dictate the outcome of any animal’s rights, whether it’s to die for food or to die for “art”.
But don’t you think that people would be freaking out about this less if it were a pig? A cow? A doe? Because this sort of thing happens to these kind of animals, designated as “food” or “sport” on a daily basis and most people don’t give a shit about it. They ignore it.
I just finished Skins Series 2, meaning that Generation 1 is gone. I was reluctant to begin Series 3 because of Generation 2, because Generation 1 was so classic, but I have found a character I can relate to in Emily Finch. We are essentially the same person.
So on my birthday my right foot swelled up and it hurt so badly that I couldn’t even lift it or move it. It hurt so much that even touching it was like when in the movies how a woman will try to touch a man’s huge wound and he’ll be all, “It’s nothing,” and then when she touches it or puts Witch Hazel on it, which is magical, he’s suddenly all, “thhhh-AHHHHHH!” only I was sobbing like a pain-intolerant…person. So I had to call 911. I thought it was an allergic reaction to Jackfruit for some reason, which I had never had before that very evening, and which scared me because I thought it was chicken at first, but we were at a vegetarian restaurant, Ipanema, which sometimes has fish like Grouper but never chicken, and I didn’t know what the fuck Jackfruit was until I turned fucking 20 years old, so it wasn’t chicken or an allergic reaction and also, why would an allergic reaction like that make just one foot swell?
I’ve had Jackfruit again twice since, in larger amounts, by the way. Still kind of weird.
The paramedics blamed it on my shoes, which are all Vans/Keds-types or cheap flats, but it’s because the pain is aligned with the curve of the top of the shoe. Also, I had a foot cramp, and I keep getting foot cramps ever since.
My mom thinks it’s because of the way I walk, which is pigeon-toed and awkward.
Anyway, point is, I think there is something wrong with my foot because it hurts again. But I do not want to wear orthopedic shoes or you know, shoes with arch support, because I am a slave to my personal style. I do not believe in flip-flops either, on myself at least, but also on most people, in case you were wondering.
PS How do you feel about this stream-of-consciousness, run-on style? Grating? Cool? Makes me sound really dumb?
It gives too much work for my schedule, and frankly, I have no idea what the fuck to do for this presentation tomorrow and I failed to write a 5-page paper this week on Breakfast At Tiffany’s, mainly because I didn’t have time to watch the movie and write the paper in French while still doing my other homework for other classes over the course of the past few days. And I don’t want to offend the teacher but I don’t know if I can handle this.
Plus, triple major = I am going to be in college for an indefinite period of time anyway.
But I have never Withdrawn from a class and I will only have 12 credits if I do.
The two men who took advantage of her were sentenced to life in prison. One of them committed suicide in 2006.
The death penalty is not about justice. There is no justice in this. This is about revenge. This is about wanting to hold someone responsible and so the “justice” system has chosen Teresa, a mentally disabled woman. This is not justice. This is government sanctioned murder. The actual trigger men, who admitted to taking advantage of Teresa’s disability, are not the ones being executed ( Not that I would want them to be as I am against the death penalty all together. ).
This is sexism, ableism and classism hard at work.This is “justice” in America.
This is just…absolutely heart shattering. Forget all the isms even, this is sheer inhumanity, an absolute lack of compassion.
“An Iranian news agency reported Tuesday that Iranian President Mahmoud Ahmadinejad accused the West of launching a “heavy propaganda” campaign against the case of an Iranian woman who had been sentenced to be stoned to death for adultery but failing to react with outrage over the imminent execution of Lewis in Virginia.”
And you wonder why United Statesian arrogance skyrockets and our “missions” around the world are often more hurtful than they are of any help. What credibility does the U.S. government have when it allows these sorts of things to happen in our side of the world?
You are too nice :) I still remember being stoked when you first followed me because you seemed so cool.
1. I tooootally recommended your blog for Tumblr Tuesday yesterday.
2. You were in my dream last night as a central character. I dream every night vividly so this isn’t weird for me. We were in Richmond and you were on Monument Avenue, which is this…avenue…with Civil War-type monuments all up and down it (rather Confederate, kind of a waste of money), and I was riding a tricycle and you were standing in the street near a monument knitting this huuuuge deep purple scarf, and there was a race going on (I think a tricycle race), and you were vaguely interested in the race, but mainly interested in your knitting, which was so vivid in color that it was essentially the focal point of my dream. And I kept seeing you all over Richmond after that, but I would be like I KNOW HIM FROM TUMBLR BUT HOW CAN I GO UP TO HIM AND SAY HI?!?! But I mean, in real life, not dream world, I would actually go up and say hi to you, probably, because, and this is where I relate all of this to your message, I was also stoked when I found your Tumblr because you, sir, seemed so cool yourself.
okay this isn't a question. Yesterday during ethics we were talking about utilitarianism and how the most important goal is whatever provides the most things pleasure. and i say things because animals are included because they have feelings and therefore must be respected. So anyways we got into talking about the meat industry. And then in print class we learned about this print artist that most of her pieces are about the atrocities of the meat industry. And it really got me thinking about you and about choices in my life. And I told Michael about it. And he of course went right ahead and watched a video if ya know what i mean. And he skyped me and he was bawling. just bawling! and I was like what is wrong!!?!?!? and he was like I just watched a video. And he made me promise never to watch one. And i said i would never watch one by myself and anyways we both agreed that we had been avoiding this for a long time. we didn't want to face what we have been supporting all our lives. I didn't want to see what I was a part of. And well we both ended up feeling awful and sick and guilty. So we both are becoming vegetarians and (hopefully) vegans eventually. So I will probably be asking you for a lot of advice and such. And I miss you.
Those videos always kill me. They are so painful to watch, but I think that because of that, they are necessary. They’re the actual “official” reason I went vegetarian, and every time I needed a prod to become a better vegetarian (less lazy, cook my own damn food) and eventually a better vegan, I would watch one. I still come across them once in a while, and I guess depending on how empowered or self-pitying I feel at the moment (self-pity means I should definitely watch one, because these animals have way bigger problems than worrying about how the world perceives them, and I think that they are possibly the most universally oppressed group of creatures), I will or will not watch them. But for people who doubt whether or not animals can feel pain, I mean…those are definitive evidence that animals do feel pain.
At first, the sight of meat didn’t really bother me, but after a while, I’ve just developed a complete aversion to it and feel a bit nauseous when I smell it. I just think of corpses and all the blood and flesh and…agh. I’m starting to become like that with dairy, but despite this, I don’t think that vegetarians should be regarded as anything lower than vegans (I only say this because some do); a vegan is still a vegetarian, just like a square is a type of rectangle.
I guess a lot of times, the hardest thing about transitioning isn’t actually omitting meat, but it’s coming to terms with the industry, like you said, facing something that you’ve been supporting your whole life. But the best thing about it is that once you’ve made that decision, it doesn’t matter if you’ve been vegetarian for a day or seven years, at that point, you are distancing yourself from that status quo of factory farming and exploitation of animals for food. Often, your presence as a vegetarian may be enough to make people uncomfortable about it, but I’ve just learned it’s best to be unapologetic in this instance.
I’m really excited for your journey and Michael’s journey into vegetarianism, though, and I appreciate your intimate description of it. I should get you initiation gifts! And maybe Ali a re-initiation gift, haha. I should send you some of my staple recipes, like for when I want to make a quick dinner or a yummy dinner or something. I’ll also give you like vegetarian option/vegan option because I know it’s sometimes hard to find things like nutritional yeast (a cheese sub) in grocery stores, plus it’s fun to experiment.
And of course I miss you too. I think about you literally every day at different points in the day and wonder what you’re up to, and think about more fun adventures we can have the next time we hang out. It’s a daily ritual.
I guess it’s weird that I’m “answering” this, but I find it important and I think some of the other 42 people subscribed to this might also enjoy reading about your experience.
Oh yeah, and who is the artist you were leaning about in your print class? I feel like I read something about some such person recently.
I'm sick of being dismissed and disregarded by everyone.
And I mean everyone, with only few exceptions. My opinions are not worth shit, my presence/absence is not noticed. I feel this most strongly, however, in my classes.
Arab Cinema, a 50-minute class, provides us with an average of 5 hours of homework per class (~15 hours per week) and an impossible quiz every time we meet. I don’t have the fucking time for that shit. I already did over two hours of homework for class today, and I have at least two more hours to go. We’re only supposed to have 2 hours of homework per hour of class at VCU. Fuck this shit, seriously fuck it. I feel like dying whenever I think about it. I might not go today only because I have so much other shit to do that I couldn’t do while I was trying to sweep up this semblance of a life, thanks.
In Creative Writing, my opinions are disregarded and discarded in favor of those of boys. Feminism is discouraged or frowned upon (my teacher actually crossed out the word in my paper, incidentally the worst piece of creative fiction ever to grace the universe) and I fucking despise nearly every person in there for being elitist, pretentious, misogynistic bastards incapable of critical thinking. I was talking about Miranda July yesterday in one of my rare attempts to present my opinion and people were loling while I tried to describe this shadow-rapist-lover. IT’S NOT FUCKING FUNNY. Give me some respect. This is why I don’t talk. Maybe my mind just works differently and often incoherently, plus I’m off Lexapro at the moment and feel like passively dying all day, jumping in front of GRTC buses and the like, so this class that dismisses my every word augments my want for death.
My linguistics teacher gives me the strangest looks whenever I see him in real life, i.e., outside of class, and I want to poop on his shoes for it, because our class may be “big” (for a classroom/not lecture) at like 30 people, but if I were a prof, I would try to at least acknowledge my fucking students. My Women’s Studies teacher does and we have 50+ people in our class. She even took a survey of our favorite animals. Then again, she’s an amazing human and the only one of my teachers who doesn’t dismiss me—largely because she dismisses no one.
But I might start acting out if this continues. I’m afraid that I will end up institutionalized if it keeps going like this. I feel as though I am going insane, my anger coupled with my passive suicidal-ness. Then everyone will hate me, but I will never be undermined again.
“After pausing for a moment, she added, ‘On the surface, an intelligible lie; underneath, the unintelligible truth.’”—Milan Kundera’s Unbearable Lightness of Being as trans. by Michael Henry Heim, page 63 (via fuckyeahexistentialism)