...eat humans...
So, I was thinking about animals. I am one, after all. And, when I'm not thinking about myself, I'm usually thinking about things that remind me of myself. Oh, yeah.
Anyway, animals right? Crawly, creepy types, not humans and apes that can learn sign language. I was thinking about the whole argument about animals and souls...you know, them not having them? People say that, I'm serious. I read it in a book, yo. Anyway, thinking about this really bummed me out.
Why? Let's think about it. According to this belief system...that of animals not having souls; animals ceasing to be all together when they die...that the only bit of eternity that any creepy-crawler gets to experience is probably an average of twenty years (though I have nothing to base that on other than guessing...sorry...too many animals). Me, however, I get to die and go on. I don't care which particular way you happen to believe, but if you believe in some kind of way to be after you croak, then listen mother fucker. Me, who can be selfish and make weapons and decide to cause all sorts of havoc on account of my lofty frontal lobe and my superior ( like, when compared to a toad, bitches) cognitive abilities...for being biologically inclined to be able to decide which kind of evil ways to repay an offense...to have the physiology to manipulate objects in an oh so clever way and the mental capacity to invent ways to to end life...What were man's first inventions? Hunting tools, jack-hole.
So, me, descendant of hunter-killer man-ape, with all sorts of possibilities of hurting things and causing woe, I get to fucking go on to some kind of fucking eternity. Go me!
But what about fluffy bunny over there? Only kind of nasty he's capable of is in the master chamber of the bunny hole, banging missy poo rabbit pants and fathering scores of bunny-bastard bumpkins outside of the bounds of a holy marriage in the presence our lord...shit.
Or, heh, or, what about rover over there? He's got a personality, right? And miss Kitty? I'm sure they've left some steamy piles of revenge upon you precious things, but come on...atom bomb vs. poo in the shoe? We win the evil badge.
Anyway, so, what I'm thinking is...Well, you know how we have to eat meat to support this awesome brain we're supporting? (shut up, vegetarians) Well, if we're capable of heinous acts, right? And we still get to go on, right? And peaceful cow over there only gets to eat some grass for a few years before we eat it out of existence, wouldn't it be more ethical to not eat the cow, but rather to eat the human that feeds the cow? We really aren't hurting farmer boy if he gets to go on up to the pearly gates upon consumption of his physical form.
My point, I guess,....My point is eat humans. I'm spent.
-Guppy
Anyway, animals right? Crawly, creepy types, not humans and apes that can learn sign language. I was thinking about the whole argument about animals and souls...you know, them not having them? People say that, I'm serious. I read it in a book, yo. Anyway, thinking about this really bummed me out.
Why? Let's think about it. According to this belief system...that of animals not having souls; animals ceasing to be all together when they die...that the only bit of eternity that any creepy-crawler gets to experience is probably an average of twenty years (though I have nothing to base that on other than guessing...sorry...too many animals). Me, however, I get to die and go on. I don't care which particular way you happen to believe, but if you believe in some kind of way to be after you croak, then listen mother fucker. Me, who can be selfish and make weapons and decide to cause all sorts of havoc on account of my lofty frontal lobe and my superior ( like, when compared to a toad, bitches) cognitive abilities...for being biologically inclined to be able to decide which kind of evil ways to repay an offense...to have the physiology to manipulate objects in an oh so clever way and the mental capacity to invent ways to to end life...What were man's first inventions? Hunting tools, jack-hole.
So, me, descendant of hunter-killer man-ape, with all sorts of possibilities of hurting things and causing woe, I get to fucking go on to some kind of fucking eternity. Go me!
But what about fluffy bunny over there? Only kind of nasty he's capable of is in the master chamber of the bunny hole, banging missy poo rabbit pants and fathering scores of bunny-bastard bumpkins outside of the bounds of a holy marriage in the presence our lord...shit.
Or, heh, or, what about rover over there? He's got a personality, right? And miss Kitty? I'm sure they've left some steamy piles of revenge upon you precious things, but come on...atom bomb vs. poo in the shoe? We win the evil badge.
Anyway, so, what I'm thinking is...Well, you know how we have to eat meat to support this awesome brain we're supporting? (shut up, vegetarians) Well, if we're capable of heinous acts, right? And we still get to go on, right? And peaceful cow over there only gets to eat some grass for a few years before we eat it out of existence, wouldn't it be more ethical to not eat the cow, but rather to eat the human that feeds the cow? We really aren't hurting farmer boy if he gets to go on up to the pearly gates upon consumption of his physical form.
My point, I guess,....My point is eat humans. I'm spent.
-Guppy