This morning I got an iMessage from my cousin.
He is in a tree stand equipped with scent bait, weapon…waiting for a hapless deer to wander through its fucking home.
Bred by the thousands
By cruel cash cow hands
Tools are necessity
Tools don’t need
Living beings need
For 1 fur coat you will need the following…
Once upon a time in a magical place there was an industrial farm.
It was filled with happy animals that had all volunteered to be
enslaved, raped, abused & murdered for your food.
I grew up here.
I know the land well, every nook & cranny, each tree.
A natural predator.
The new ethical vegan cannot understand how blind that they were & how painfully obvious it becomes.
It had pissed down rain and temperatures dropped overnight, so that the gravel was frozen together like slippery sandpaper.