Post-Truth is the Opposite of Veganism

A new post on Peter Schreiner‘s FB page highlighted an intriguing inarguable disclosure by Sir David Attenborough, British naturalist extraordinaire:

“Humans Are A Plague On Earth”

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How to respond to Attenborough’s sound observation?

Sir David drops this verdict into our laps, six words that indict the inhumane human species. No other species since the last extinction event can make that statement. I wonder how the other five extinctions bade the Earth farewell?

Let me guess the most common response to Attenborough’s pronouncement:

An English and French student converse.Truth be damned. Out, damn’d truth! out, I say!

Paul Ehrlich wrote The Population Bomb in 1968, a time when world population was half its current size. A breakthrough a day keeps the crisis at bay. Pundits against birth control suggest that artificial contraception will lead to population dearth.

Speaking of population un-dearth, did you know that there are twice as many chickens on Earth as humans? Extend that number by the ratio of human-lifespan to chicken-lifespan to arrive at a daunting number. Hint: the number is not 42.

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Dearth Vader

I leave it to my reader to research the ratios for chicken, cow and pig population. And as I write this, tomorrow is T-Day, where T≠ Thanksgiving. Another hint: the answer is fowl.

Enter the OED new word of the year for 2016: Post Truth. What better words than these for 2016?

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Ehrlich wrote his bestseller less than a decade before Exxon would discover and cover-up the findings their own scientists reported: global warming was a reality. The petrochemicals that took them to number 1 on the Fortune 500 in sales was causing it. They made this discovery in 1977.

Exxon to Planet: Drop Dead.

The logo of Exxon Mobil Corporation is shown on a monitor above the floor of the New York Stock Exchange in New York

World population has tripled in my lifetime. A cursory glance of traffic patterns on this eve of Thanksgiving tells me that freneticism is a lousier answer than veganism. Thanksgiving is a celebration of decadence: a pilgrim/savages history lesson.

I declare that veganism is an antonym for post-truth. It faces truth full-on and deliberately. For the same reason that Thoreau brought so many to think critically. Always live your life deliberately — the matrix is already fully populated.

Texturized insects as protein and exploitation

I am the proverbial fly on the conference room wall. The topic is climate change: how do we profit from catastrophe. Profit profit über alles, über alles in der Welt.

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Agenda items:

The herbivorous are threats most dangerous in the land of the carnivorous.

A promising opportunity to profitably exploit the human craving system: Feed insects to meat eaters in near future by playing the climate card.

Keep every pipeline fully flowing to fill all shelves. But appear forward-thinking and exciting. Technology sells well. Widen fossil-fuel pipeline paths to permit parallel pipelines for moving bugs to processing nodes. Pump to population centers and employ existing logistical systems.

A fresh idea: suck insects off the swamps that climate change creates. Convert submerged buildings into nesting cells for all manner of swamp-thriving bugs. Purchase real estate at the cheap and use existing food service logistical paths.

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Sweet secret: we’re going to continue producing meat to satisfy the demand that we expect to continue. A bigger stake in steak if you will. The new insect consuming customers can have their meat and the maggots too. We need risk no jobs/votes from meat cravers.

Never forget politically important States such as Iowa. Meet the meat voter where they eat. Steak, eggs, milk. Meat is forever.

Let me pass this thought for a grub stake. Suggest through advertising that vegans failed to deliver at the marketplace. Vegan diets are passé anyway, tofu = joke, veggie burger = another joke. Vegans will remain the brunt of ridicule, ‘nough said?

It is so wonderful that the fake-news industry grows just as corporations need fake news most.

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Here’s a bold challenge: devote marketing budgets into fake agencies like the Koch brothers funded in the 2016 political arena. The core idea: guise disinformation and cloak actual information. So, vegans are sickly and poorly informed about the role of meat, egg and dairy for healthy families.

Don’t forget that big lies yield big paychecks and bigger lies yield bigger paychecks. Simple economics.

Fortunately for the fine and decent folk neck deep in fossil-fuel sectors: we will shortly enjoy an administration in D.C. that recognizes the eternal vigor of pyramid schemes — envision the eye atop the pyramid as the eye of Trump. Our president arrives in two months, confidence man incarnate. Con artists never lie.

Now, who is responsible for developing an inauguration ploy: something like reports of 444 day hostages crossing free airspace as Reagan spoke in 1981. A symbolic action portrays a phoenix-bird Trump arising from a failed Obama administration.

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War has always been peace.

Freedom has always been slavery.

Ignorance has always been strength.

And so, seekers of wealth at any cost: the only thing you have to fear is truth.

Election Seasoned: Warmed Over Leftovers

Trump and Clinton to Planet: Drop Dead.

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Intergenerational theft is as real as it is ignored by the thieves busily eviscerating the planet, busily enjoying what they had coming to them, what they deserve. Too late to change, too set in their ways. Small voice: climate change is an existential threat that leads to an extinction event. It began with the age of carbon. Carbon aging.

Joining with vegans is the absolute least that boomers owe every sentient being on Earth. Animals with eyes have complex nervous systems. Identify with them, you are no better than they. Billions of hamburgers already served. Thank you for your patronage.

The unthinkable revealed: the food chain exploits with abandon. More dollars in your bank account means more abandon. Eat, drink and… The food chain chains slaves, and they are worn each year by Jacob Marley. Break the chain before Christmas Eve. Free all slaves and free yourself by doing so.

But. Everyone has a big but. Tell me about your big but. B12, top of the pyramid (scheme), omnivore by design, Norman Rockwell, ordained tradition, the way it is. I crave, therefore I am. Add your own in the space provided.

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But if you vegans would kindly shut up and sit down, love it or leave it and may the door slam your butt, you sickly self-righteous bastards. You are butting in but good. The devil take you.

In a German youth hostel in 1972 I met a fellow USA passport holder, he was about twenty years old, as was I. He said that it was already too late in his life to change his ways, that he just needed to have all he could consume. His suggestion — indoctrinate the “youth” to become Earth friendlier, he was too old, too set in his ways.

11:59 and all is…

 

 

 

November no vember

Veganism is gentle and genuine. It is a joy to join all the planet’s sentient inhabitants in sane sustained balance. Kind of the opposite of freneticism.

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Veganism is also confrontational and anarchal. It is living gently with the carnivorous and the omnivorous.

But remember in November not to vember. Defined by the Urban Dictionary as an adrenaline rush, something that makes you nervous, neurotic, up-tight,etc.

In other words — an antonym for veganism

 

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BILL, tell me that you are not going to go there, where there equals a goofy-ass word like VEMBER.

Well I do like “v” words and I hadn’t heard of the word ‘vember’ before today. Anyway it fits well with this post’s title, or something.

What is sacrosanct? Answer: Norman Rockwell. Mom, pumpkin pie. It’s a warm up for Super Bowl Sunday. The day of Thanksgiving in this chunk of the world heralds an overdose of all things Rockwell. I prefer a warm hearth fire without football, Butterball hotlines and other heart-cooling and discomfiting suggestions that darken my day, so no white meat and no dark meat, s’il vous plait.

 

vegan-street-blogB  I  L  L , that’s another place we don’t want you to revisit for the 92nd time, so listen: meat means meals, meat means mom’s meals. And you don’t seem to mind sending the unemployment rate to 92% and my blood pressure to a hundred and 92. Do You!

I knew a guy who ate porcine vigorously, salivating at every tooth grind. But not before he gave a silent “thank you, kind sir” to the pig who gave its life for his palate.

Yeah, but we only “pig out” on Thanksgiving (see N. Rockwell). The following day we enjoy Black Friday and EAT MEAT at the All You Can Savage buffet, the one with the never-ending snow crab legs.

We’re always tired after Turkey Day’s  G-rated cooking. By the way, did I mention that Black Thursday means a paycheck for dad?

And you don’t mind if we have the last word, do you Bill?

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