Veganism Confronts Alternate Reality

Philip K. Dick has a great definition for reality. Slip into a time machine of some rare device and glide back 39 years to this PKD instruction manual:

“How To Build A Universe That Doesn’t Fall Apart Two Days Later” (1978)

Philip K had a way with clever titles too.

From that essay:

Reality is that which, when you stop believing in it, doesn’t go away.

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I’m confident he would be amused to visit this place 39 years after publishing that essay, but consider the depth of his vision — he may have understood the fearsome circumstance of contemporary reality with fierce accuracy. Science fiction is good at that sometimes. 

Alternate histories are the unexpected consequence of historic events preceding the present moment. Charting the present is a matter of connecting historical dots.  The past is fully explicable, though it might have struck you at break-neck speed. Many suffer from whiplash. I am but one.

Days that happened include the 8th of November 2016. Once you regain equilibrium you wake up to a hard (or soft) landing. You realize that “it” happened.

Let’s consider that really real reality — the one that doesn’t go away just because you stop believing in it.

That reality devours every nanoparticle of a belief system that failed you somehow. 

So it seems quite appropriate to preface m wild-eyed views on veganism with article from the another perspective, an opposing viewpoint: veganism is a travesty. Click Not Healthy to weigh a specious argument from the Fruit Doctor.

The truth of veganism doesn’t go away. Animal rights still exist — even when those rights are inexpedient.

Veganism is a truth recognized by the many but practiced by the very few. Still, many non-vegans are aware of a resemblance between the typical factory farm and a death-camp. Well, slaughter does imply imply a certain amount of death.

The specie homo sapiens is capable of much denial and not a small measure of ignorance. You heed a call to close your mind to disagreeable facts, make room for more spectacle — blood and circuses.

Intergenerational theft is a reality. Old thieves like me grasp the spoils of war and limit resources, insisting that future generations fend for themselves. 

There are three-times as many homo sapiens on the same planet as there were in the year of my birth — that’s the 1947 part of my eponym. Human population consumes an equivalent number in the animal husbandry economy each year.

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The next celebration on the calendar in the US of Us features super-sized bowls of chips, plates with slathered wings mechanically separated from a billion birds. The hearth of America becomes a stadium filled with a 100,000 seats for 200,000 buttocks — attending a “game” that is a metaphor for war. Flaunt, preen and consume so that the economy falters not. An audience slightly larger than 100,000 observe the spectacle from the comfort of a frenetic television screen.

Enormous shopping carts roll forward with product of the grossest national product that end-stage consumerism can muster. Together they supply trillion-dollar industries that provide product for all manner of mastication. Each with a nutrition label. Here is an aphorism that may cheer you  will reading those labels: “Well I’ve got to die of something!

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Blood and circuses. 

Here’s an alternative to viewing Supper Bowl LI — read something from Phillip K, perhaps “Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?” Better yet, read my other posts on a theme of vegan. 🙂

Happy reading.

Thanks for reading.

 

 

 

 

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…