Change, Or Else

If vegans were just content with living their own lives, following their peculiar little diet and getting on with it, I probably wouldn’t be ranting about them.

But no.

Vegans plan new wave of protests against meat industry as they target takeaways, butchers and abattoirs in bid do persuade consumers to turn their back on animal products.
“Veganism has been around a long time,” Phoebe Frampton, who founded the Earthlings movement in 2013, told The Sunday Times. “It used to be a dietary and health issue but modern vegans see it as being about animal rights and animal liberation.”
The Earthlings protests are peaceful, with masked campaigners standing in circles holding laptops screening “horrific” films of abattoirs to spark public interest.
However, critics see their beliefs as extreme with modern veganism goes far beyond giving up meat, fish and dairy. It also means giving up honey, silk, leather shoes and even beeswax furniture polish.
Direct Action Everywhere (DxE), founded in the US in 2013, now has five “chapters” in Britain. One of them invaded a branch of Tesco in Brighton last month, with 30 protesters staging a “silent protest” in the meat aisle.
Some farmers dispute the claims of non-violence. John Wood, a Dorset farmer, set up the Facebook Meat & Greet site to promote lamb and beef, but says he was targeted by “frightening” militants.
“We have had animal liberationists turning up at our home and shouting abuse. Most of these people may be bunny-huggers, but some are dangerous,” he said.

So shoot a few, if you feel your life is being threatened.  Oh wait… I forgot that this is in Britain, where you’ll get a prison sentence if you so much as look angrily at someone threatening your life.  And good grief:  if some oaf is shouting abuse at you, use an air horn on them at close range.

As for the Murkin DxE:  try staging a silent protest in my local butchery while I’m buying my weekly supply of steak, boerewors and lamb, and your protest won’t stay “silent” for long*.  That’s a promise.

I am so sick of smug assholes trying to tell me how to live my own life.


*Note to self:  remember to take the sjambok with you to the butchery in future.

And yes: it’s made from the skin of a dead hippo.  Why do you ask?

Screw The Ignorant Vote

It always pains me when people encourage others to vote “even when they aren’t familiar with the issues”.  Here’s my take on that opinion:

Ummm no.  If you don’t know why you’re voting and what you’re voting for, then stay the fuck at home.  Some ignoramus showing up at the polling booth and voting for the first name on the ballot, or voting for the woman just because “it’s her turn”, or voting for the person who looked good on the campaign poster outside the polling station — any or all of these maggots’ votes are negating the votes of people who actually took the time to study the candidates, evaluate their positions, foresee the likely consequences of the policies they support, and in short, who know what the hell the election is all about.

It is no surprise that it’s largely the Democrats who send buses around poorer areas to “help the underprivileged to vote”, when in fact it’s precisely these people who are pig-ignorant and most likely to be swayed by empty promises, free stuff and unaffordable giveaways (i.e. most positions on the Democrat party platform).

So if you don’t know what’s going on at these mid-term elections, stay at home and watch soap operas or Real Housewives Of Cook County, and leave the voting to people who can be entrusted to make decisions.

Don’t Vote If You’re Ignorant.


And by the way, I also don’t subscribe to the line that if you don’t vote, you don’t get to complain about what happens afterwards.  In the first place, your vote may mean diddly — e.g. mine when I lived in Chicago, and my “representative” Jan “Commie Bitch” Schakowski would get reelected year after year with about 70% of the vote.  My not voting did not disqualify me from complaining afterwards, as my several emails to her office would attest.  (I know, beginning them with “Dear Commie Bitch” may have been counterproductive, but that salutation in and of itself at least may have given her office a clue that not all of her constituents kept a well-thumbed copy of Das Kapital  next to the bed.)  In the second place, the First Amendment guarantees your right to complain no matter what happened before.  But far be it for me to use a mere Constitutional precept to buttress my case.

Back To Normal

I can’t remember who wrote it, but I love the expression that autumn is the time when “climate” returns to “weather” in the Meejah.  Yep, now that we’ve restored our clocks to their proper time and heavy snow has already fallen in the mountains of Europe, we should (I hope) be spared the usual screaming and wailing about Climactic Apocalypse every time the temperature gets above 85°F.

There are no guarantees to the above, of course, because the slippery charlatans in the Climate Apocalypse Industry somehow manage to make abnormally-cold temperatures and / or heavy snowfalls a consequence of anthropological Glueball Wormening as well.  [eyecross]

Well, I’ll take it while I can.  At least during the non-summer months there’s a lower risk that I’m going to punch some hippy in the face when they moan that sofa cushions are causing glaciers to melt, or something.

I say we should invite Al Gore to Texas to give a series of speeches about global warming.  At least that way we’ll be guaranteed a decent supply of Polar Vortexes / Alberta Clippers / Blue Northers down here to make up for the brutal summer we just had.

I can’t wait.  And if we have an unusually-warm winter this time round, I’m gonna be pissed.  I may have to flay an enviroweenie, just to release the frustration.

Going All The Way

In our continuing saga of “Teachers Shagging Their Students”, we come to this guy in Florida — of course — who despite having a hottie wife, managed to tap not one but two underage female students concurrently.  The twist?  He ended the thing when each of the girls turned 18.  Needless to say, when the spurned [sic] Lolitas found out he’d been cheating on both of them, they decided, in typical catty teenage-girl fashion, to tell his wife (pictured below).

Proving once and for all that women just don’t have a sense of humor, Wifey tossed Hubby out of the house and then called the school principal to rat on him.

He’s headed for jail, of course, despite neither of the teenage totties wanting to press charges  — but I’ll be really surprised if he gets the token sentence that a female teacher in the same situation would have received.

Freaks

Until now I have gently poked fun at vegans on this here website because I find them amusing, with their “be kind to all Earth’s creatures” belief system, and their endless earnest attempts to persuade the rest of us that if we only try their silly lifestyle and diets, we will See The Light And Become Better People.

In this regard, vegans are very much like cyclists, libertarians and Rush fans, whom I likewise regard mostly with amusement.  (I have a post on Rush brewing and it should appear next week.  Try to contain yourselves.)

But of late, vegans seem to be joining the Perpetually Aggrieved Nation (e.g. feminists, LGBTOSTFU, social justice warriors, Democrats, Black Lives Matter! etc.), the first step of which is that they’re losing their sense of humor.  Here’s a great example.

William Sitwell is a serious foodie;  he’s a Masterchef critic and editor of the Waitrose in-house magazine for foodies.  Of late, however, he’d been becoming irritated by vegans:

Earlier this year, writing about 2018’s “foodie trends” in The Times, Mr Sitwell slammed an “avalanche” of vegan cookbooks.  “Then, like an avalanche of Tory ministerial resignations, came the vegan snowball,” he wrote.  “It had slow beginnings among shampoo-averse hippies in the 1970s, but now vegans are parking their tanks on all of our lawns.”

Then came the killer.

Food journalist Selene Nelson had written to William Sitwell with a pitch for a “plant-based meal series” for [Waitrose’s] magazine featuring recipes, commentary and news.
Mr Sitwell replied: “Hi Selene. Thanks for this. How about a series on killing vegans, one by one.  Ways to trap them?  How to interrogate them properly?  Expose their hypocrisy?  Force-feed them meat?  Make them eat steak and drink red wine?”

Needless to say, someone’s feewings were hurt.

HuffPost [uh-oh] and Food Republic writer Nelson said she had never experienced such hostility when pitching to a media platform. “I was just shocked because I had never had a response like that,” she said. “I said to him that it ‘seems like you have some strong opinions on this’.”
She told BuzzFeed News [uh-oh x 2]: “I’ve never seen anything like it. I’ve written about many divisive topics, like capital punishment and murder cases and domestic violence [uh-oh x 3], and I’ve never had a response like that to any of my articles or pitches. And he’s the editor. He’s representing Waitrose and he’s talking about ‘killing vegans, one by one’?”
She added: “If William Sitwell wants to continue eating meat and hating vegans, that’s his prerogative, but to have this attitude towards others when he’s representing Waitrose is seriously bizarre.”
On Instagram [uh-oh x 4] she wrote: “I’m a vegan because I don’t support the torment and slaughter of 156 billion animals each year, nor the catastrophic devastation it causes our planet [oh FFS].  “Belittling and mocking people who care about animals and the environment is neither edgy nor cool.” [oh yes it is, especially when they react like this bitch]
Nelson stressed she was not telling him to become a vegan [of course not] but instead asking him to include more plant-based recipes.  [for “asking” read “demanding”]

This despite the fact that Waitrose has just this month opened a new vegan section in their supermarkets.

Of course, Sitwell has been pilloried, flayed alive, had salt poured on his exposed quivering flesh and his head stuck on a pike [some hyperbole there].  And of course he’s had to apologize profusely — and unnecessarily — but he’s been fired by Waitrose nevertheless.

Like libertarians and trannies, vegans account for a miniscule proportion of the general population, and just like libertarians, vegans can’t see why everybody just cannot see The Truth of their belief system.  Unlike libertarians, however, vegans don’t have a sense of humor, but very much like trannies, they want the majority of the population to kowtow to their fucking pathetic lifestyle — hence the moral blackmail of terms like “the torment and slaughter of 156 billion animals each year, nor the catastrophic devastation it causes our planet”.

Fuck you, and your tofu cutlets.

Last night after I wrote this, I had a delicious lamb vindaloo curry.  This morning, I had my normal breakfast of boerewors and a boiled egg followed by some Noosa yogurt.  Tonight I’m going to have the largest ribeye steak in the Western world, and this weekend I’m going to go to Hard Eight and consume twenty lbs. of BBQ (try to avoid drooling when you open that link).

And for that mass slaughter of pore lil’ helpless animules, you can thank Selene Nelson and her ilk.  (I’ll also have cole slaw, mind you, but with creamy sauce.  Can you hear the cows screaming?)

Do I hate vegans?  I’m starting to, so are many others, and especially so when they act like this.  Like the toothy Janet Street-Porter, I wish that vegans would just get a sense of humor / develop thicker skins.  That, or kill themselves (ditto all the other Sensitive Snowflake groups out there), because like William Sitwell I’m getting sick of all their bullshit.

Let’s look at this in terms of another kind of belief system.  I’m an atheist, but I don’t spend all my time trying to convert religious people to atheism, and I think the atheists who get all bent out of shape by “In God We Trust” are stupid assholes.  I don’t care that society doesn’t cater to atheists, with all that “So Help Me God” stuff and swearing on Bibles etc.  I don’t ask for special atheist services [sic] nor do I get mortally offended if someone says “Bless you” when I sneeze.  I could, but I don’t, because these are inoffensive gestures and rituals.  If vegans adopted the same attitude, everything would be fine;  but noooo, make one silly vegan joke (like Sitwell’s) and it’s Teh Holocaust and Hitler and boo-hoo-hoo.

And if you want to know who people mock vegans, it’s because they’re ridiculous and so is veganism.

And then there’s this:

Perhaps a breed facing extinction because of their hyper-specialized diet and low birth rate is not the best example?  Just a thought.