You didn't know Hitler personally.
Do you despise him?
Don't hide yourself behind a fallacy. We can judge one by its sole actions, and is it not the only valid way to judge someone?
Out of anger, a man kills his wife. Which part is important? Will the man be excused? Will his actions be condoned?
Why would you be excused for not being vegan?
"Marriage is about love, not gender" -twitterer
I beg to differ. Love is about love, not gender. Marriage isn't about shit. It's a delusion, a scam. It's not beautiful, it doesn't make any difference and it would be outrageous if it did. I'd actually feel insulted if I was asked in marriage, because somehow people think your love isn't real until you are married, and if your own significant other thinks that, ze's just another victim of indoctrination, tradition and total bullshit. Love itself is the contract. It starts on day 1. It's not something inferior to marriage, which is what people who want to marry seem to be implying.
Though, and of course, as long as "heterosexual" couples are granted the right to believe in bullshit and practice bullshit, so should "same sex" couples be. I do however think that, in the name of real love, nobody should get married.
But legal union is important (not on a moral standpoint-- because otherwise parents other than genitors might have trouble with their children's custody, etc.); it's not what I'm talking about here. I'm talking about the ring, the vows, the cake, the silly music, the church. The Vegas casino with a priest dressed as Elvis. The "it's the happiest day of my life" (really? are you THAT shallow?).
Bull. Shit.
Every once in a while, I have to remind my mom that I don't want her to buy products, however "vegan", from X or Y brand for me, because they test on animals and I don't want to partake in it, and because she forgets which brands do and which don't. She almost always replies by saying that such a low percentage of consumers boycotting this or that company won't make any change. First, this claim is false. Decreasing the demand decreases the offer and it decreases production. Anything is better than 0, and we're certainly not non existent. Second, and most importantly, the reason why we are such a low percentage of consumers is because people like you (not aimed at my mom, but at everybody who fit the profile-- it sure sometimes sucks that you English people don't have a distinction between "you" 2nd p.sing. and "you" 2nd p.plur.) who don't agree with animal use refuse to stick up to your convictions and change your consuming habits. People who defend their "right" to use animals and who will forever refuse to stop exploiting animals are at best not outnumbering us (who already boycott), and at least not outnumbering us (who already boycott + who could and would boycott, but who don't boycott because those who already boycott are too few for their liking, but who somehow agree with animals' rights' fundamental notions).
I mean can't you see the math?
It's not the fault of anti-animal extremists if animal testing/use continues to occur. It's your fault. It's the fault of everybody who prefer to conform to tradition, however unethical, and who blame it on those who are actually doing something about it instead of waking up and do something about it. You're the highest percentage of consumers, and it's you who are preventing the animals' rights movement to grow and to make significant changes happen in marketing. Surely, if you stopped being so counter-productive, the percentages of foods and other products which are a by-product of animal use would drop tremendously and the percentages of foods and other products which are vegan would sky-rocket.
Don't just stand there. If you don't agree with animal use, don't partake in it. Don't pay for it to happen. By the way, think about how similar you are to people who buy children as sex slaves. Most know it's immoral, it wouldn't happen if they didn't pay for it and buyers are the only ones who can really do something about it. Stop making excuses. Otherwise, I sure hope one day you realize you are being a hypocrite.
A) You answer the question in one sentence, then explain in 900 words why the question doesn't make sense.
B) You answer the question in one sentence, then repeat the same sentence over and over again but with different words.
C) You're lucky and you are asked an interesting question; you start developing an appropriate answer, then halfway through you get a headache and a week worth of nightmares about dark matter and conspiracy theories.
Strangely I pass all my philo papers.
Minus the ones I don't attend to.
"I love convenience so much I can't do the slightest effort to spare the lives of innocents whose death are allegedly my main if not only source of joy and happiness while I pretend to love them and insult you vulgarly for calling me a hypocrite. My own well-being is so much more important than morality that I prefer to willingly ignore scientific and medical evidence (including the propagandist information you provided me that was coming directly from every single renowned medical association currently existing in the world) and to manage my health accordingly to the knowledge I received from my mom, friends and television, by consuming incredible amounts of cholesterol and saturated and hydrogenated fats, being deficient in calcium, iodine, vitamin C, vitamin E, fiber, folate and magnesium, eating food that is too high in protein and that will probably make my kidneys fail in one or two dozen years, drinking breast secretions that were meant for baby calves and that are very likely to make me develop osteoporosis and, overall, consuming products that highly enhances my chances to contract cancer and diabetes, than support non violence and stop exploiting non consenting sentient beings. I will also oppose every factual evidence that animals possess any form of brain activity yet cuddle my dog when he seems to be down or sick so he can know I have affection for his inanimate and vegetative self that has absolutely no possible way to be conscious and to experience this world in any manner that would be similar to mine, because my friend in kindergarten told me so, and call you a self-righteous hippie when you advance the simple hypothesis that non human animals are alive and aware to be alive, just like us. I will justify my oh-how spiritual and natural choice that was implanted in my brain even before conception that I have all the rights to possess life beings and dispose of them as I wish, regardless of their (lack-of) interests (especially in a continuous and pain-free life) by all means and methods and won't read nor try to understand any of your compelling arguments and continue to call you an ignorant bitch who thinks she knows all and who will ignore any senseless and foundation-less blabbering I enunciate. You have no right to tell me what to do, especially if what I do involves hurting others who can't defend themselves -so who need other people to speak up for them- and who don't care about dying anyway since they're fucking stupid and I'm right about everything so just shut up and stop trying to moralise me because I don't care and what you say is bullshit that I don't want to hear because it might weaken my opinions and make me change and only stupid fat gay people change and you're a fucking faggot."
(This is an irony-tinted dramatisation of recurring events, not to be confounded with actual anti-vegan hate posts. You don't need to *love* non human animals to be vegan, you just need to agree with justice. You don't want unfair treatment; don't impose it on others. "Not caring" about non humans is not an excuse not to go vegan. Be socially responsible, go vegan.)
Do I miss non human animal products?
I never enjoyed non human animal exploitation, torture and murder; I never enjoyed non human animal products, I just didn't know I didn't enjoy it. I don't miss exploiting non human animals; I don't see how anybody could.
Girls like pink, boys like blue. Girls wear dresses, boys wear pants and shirts. Girls like ponies, boys like racing cars. Right?
No.
End sexism, and that begins with yourself.
If boys are allowed to wear pants, so should be girls. If girls are allowed to wear skirts, so should be boys. Stop with double standards. The type of clothes you prefer wearing, the colours you like the most, your personal interests and disinterests, none of that is based on what set of genitalia you have in your panties and none of that should be associated with what you have in your panties. Why are masculinity and femininity worshipped anyway? Anything in between is fine with me, and it should be fine with you too. There is no point in not being fine with that unless you wish to harm people. Having a clitoris doesn't make you like flowers and having a penis doesn't make you love sport. Understood? Let the damn people be themselves.
(tiens, y'a des cochonneries mal effacées pour le kiwi et le coco... quel incapable je fais)
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(design pour un projet à l'école et j'ai jamais eu le temps de finir le css du corps, donc le texte est moche. brushes de source indéterminée.)
I had no friends in sports class. One day, in sports class, people could either play soccer or baseball. I knew I would have more to do if I went with baseball and it would hurt my tendinitis-prone right arm. I joined the soccer team, not intending to play at all. The teacher was with the baseball players and it wasn't close to the soccer field, so he wouldn't even notice. I feel like an old lady when there are people I don't like around; I can't run, I can't walk properly nor stand right, I just feel prostrated and nervous. I'm fine with playing tag with some friends, but playing soccer with 15 strangers who would sometimes glare at me like I was the ugliest thing they had ever seen was just out of my league. I just stayed on the side of the field (around the middle (lengthwise) of it though, so I wouldn't get hit by b-... nasty) for the whole time. I didn't want to bother anyone, but I also didn't want to run after a ball and kick it for no purpose. The guy I used to like did. He ran passed me, kicking the ball, and shouted something mean at me. Sports class was the only class where the cute and friendly nerdy boy would become a cruel bully. I hate sports class.
