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We're living in a nation Where there's growing condemnation Of what is done to those who cannot talk I was blind to all their pain so I couldn't feel the shame In that broken piece of body on my fork Then I wondered, could any child breed a bird that can't be wild? To eat its wings, take off its legs and its head? No. So we pay for hidden slaughter till we've addicted sons and daughters To our habit of eating the dead And it's not so very long, since who could see the wrong In breeding humans as slaves without pay It could be a woman without a vote Or killing a leopard for its coat Did we ever see the evil of the day? So do you think you're any better Now the animals we fetter, outnumber every human ten to one And many children hardly eat Because their food has fed your meat While the blame for this shame, you pass on So give me avocados And I'll eat tofu burgers You can even give me black bean curd But please don't give me bread If it's wrapping the dead The remains of the body of a bird For every piece of flesh you buy You're paying to breed the next to die By compassion, no longer are we led And for the cow, it's worse, I fear They rod, rape her every year Take every calf, take all her milk Until she's dead This choice you say is your right That you can eat just as you like And it's merely an opinion that I voice But your choice, it kills so many This opinion kills not any And your victims, you give them any choice? So there's more to avocados And eating tofu burgers Than minimizing sickness and your girth No less than Einstein did resolve From eating flesh we must evolve Or mankind, he said, may not survive on earth The age in which we are living is ever more misgiving over what is done to those who cannot talk Are you blind to all their pain Can you not feel the shame In that broken piece of body on your fork? @theveganleo standup911: British Farmer's Son @theveganleo youtube: ME. King Shocks Vegan World Part 1 We're living in a nation Where there's growing condemnation Of what is done to those who cannot talk I was blind to all their pain so I couldn't feel the shame In that broken piece of body on my fork Then I wondered, could any child breed a bird that can't be wild? To eat its wings, take off its legs and its head? No. So we pay for hidden slaughter till we've addicted sons and daughters To our habit of eating the dead And it's not so very long, since who could see the wrong In breeding humans as slaves without pay It could be a woman without a vote Or killing a leopard for its coat Did we ever see the evil of the day? So do you think you're any better Now the animals we fetter, outnumber every human ten to one And many children hardly eat Because their food has fed your meat While the blame for this shame, you pass on So give me avocados And I'll eat tofu burgers You can even give me black bean curd But please don't give me bread If it's wrapping the dead The remains of the body of a bird For every piece of flesh you buy You're paying to breed the next to die By compassion, no longer are we led And for the cow, it's worse, I fear They rod, rape her every year Take every calf, take all her milk Until she's dead This choice you say is your right That you can eat just as you like And it's merely an opinion that I voice But your choice, it kills so many This opinion kills not any And your victims, you give them any choice? So there's more to avocados And eating tofu burgers Than minimizing sickness and your girth No less than Einstein did resolve From eating flesh we must evolve Or mankind, he said, may not survive on earth The age in which we are living is ever more misgiving over what is done to those who cannot talk Are you blind to all their pain Can you not feel the shame In that broken piece of body on your fork? @theveganleo standup911
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what's worse is when you're home alone for a few days and one day you forget to take any meat out of the freezer so you just resort to eating noodles with a really sad homemade sauce because you also don't have any premade pasta sauce and you don't want to produce any more dirty dishes making a nice homemade sauce because you know you'll have to clean them all before your parents get home and so you're sitting at a table by yourself with dogs begging for your noodles and you just realized how many carbohydrates are in the meal you're eating and you begin worrying about your future health and the likelihood of developing diabetes because those 5 servings of spaghetti or fettuccine noodles you're eating aren't whole wheat and then you're forced stare at your reflection in the window you're facing because it's 11pm at night and the sun isn't shining through and you can't operate your phone and eat at the same time and your phone case blocks the aux plug to a set of speakers in your kitchen so you can't even listen to any music so you just sit there listening to the wet flopping of oily noodles, the scraping of your fork on your bowl, and your own breathing.: baddiebey when u hear your mom key in the door and all the lights is on, the trash full & u aint done not one dish what's worse is when you're home alone for a few days and one day you forget to take any meat out of the freezer so you just resort to eating noodles with a really sad homemade sauce because you also don't have any premade pasta sauce and you don't want to produce any more dirty dishes making a nice homemade sauce because you know you'll have to clean them all before your parents get home and so you're sitting at a table by yourself with dogs begging for your noodles and you just realized how many carbohydrates are in the meal you're eating and you begin worrying about your future health and the likelihood of developing diabetes because those 5 servings of spaghetti or fettuccine noodles you're eating aren't whole wheat and then you're forced stare at your reflection in the window you're facing because it's 11pm at night and the sun isn't shining through and you can't operate your phone and eat at the same time and your phone case blocks the aux plug to a set of speakers in your kitchen so you can't even listen to any music so you just sit there listening to the wet flopping of oily noodles, the scraping of your fork on your bowl, and your own breathing.

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By Kayla Chadwick · "Like many Americans, I’m having politics fatigue. Or, to be more specific, arguing-about-politics fatigue. I haven’t run out of salient points or evidence for my political perspective, but there is a particular stumbling block I keep running into when trying to reach across the proverbial aisle and have those “difficult conversations” so smugly suggested by think piece after think piece: I don’t know how to explain to someone why they should care about other people. Personally, I’m happy to pay an extra 4.3 percent for my fast food burger if it means the person making it for me can afford to feed their own family. If you aren’t willing to fork over an extra 17 cents for a Big Mac, you’re a fundamentally different person than I am. I’m perfectly content to pay taxes that go toward public schools, even though I’m childless and intend to stay that way, because all children deserve a quality, free education. If this seems unfair or unreasonable to you, we are never going to see eye to eye. If I have to pay a little more with each paycheck to ensure my fellow Americans can access health care? SIGN ME UP. Poverty should not be a death sentence in the richest country in the world. If you’re okay with thousands of people dying of treatable diseases just so the wealthiest among us can hoard still more wealth, there is a divide between our worldviews that can never be bridged. I don’t know how to convince someone how to experience the basic human emotion of empathy. I cannot have one more conversation with someone who is content to see millions of people suffer needlessly in exchange for a tax cut that statistically they’ll never see (do you make anywhere close to the median American salary? Less? Congrats, this tax break is not for you). I cannot have political debates with these people. Our disagreement is not merely political, but a fundamental divide on what it means to live in a society, how to be a good person, and why any of that matters." 1-2): POLITICS I Don't Know How To Explain To You That You Should Care About Other People Our disagreement is not merely political, but a fundamental divide on what it means to live in a society By Kayla Chadwick June 26, 2017 7:57 pm By Kayla Chadwick · "Like many Americans, I’m having politics fatigue. Or, to be more specific, arguing-about-politics fatigue. I haven’t run out of salient points or evidence for my political perspective, but there is a particular stumbling block I keep running into when trying to reach across the proverbial aisle and have those “difficult conversations” so smugly suggested by think piece after think piece: I don’t know how to explain to someone why they should care about other people. Personally, I’m happy to pay an extra 4.3 percent for my fast food burger if it means the person making it for me can afford to feed their own family. If you aren’t willing to fork over an extra 17 cents for a Big Mac, you’re a fundamentally different person than I am. I’m perfectly content to pay taxes that go toward public schools, even though I’m childless and intend to stay that way, because all children deserve a quality, free education. If this seems unfair or unreasonable to you, we are never going to see eye to eye. If I have to pay a little more with each paycheck to ensure my fellow Americans can access health care? SIGN ME UP. Poverty should not be a death sentence in the richest country in the world. If you’re okay with thousands of people dying of treatable diseases just so the wealthiest among us can hoard still more wealth, there is a divide between our worldviews that can never be bridged. I don’t know how to convince someone how to experience the basic human emotion of empathy. I cannot have one more conversation with someone who is content to see millions of people suffer needlessly in exchange for a tax cut that statistically they’ll never see (do you make anywhere close to the median American salary? Less? Congrats, this tax break is not for you). I cannot have political debates with these people. Our disagreement is not merely political, but a fundamental divide on what it means to live in a society, how to be a good person, and why any of that matters." 1-2)

By Kayla Chadwick · "Like many Americans, I’m having politics fatigue. Or, to be more specific, arguing-about-politics fatigue. I haven’t...

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