That would be the very last phrase from the three pages I'll link to, but later.
Lierre Keith; what a find. I opened what will doubtless be a series in promotion of her work, right here: The Vegetarian Myth. And, no, I'll continue to be as ruthless with the opportunists who think they can get away with comment Bullshit here, in this post, as there, in that one. No quarter for those who would argue that you continue to evade...uh, reality. Ms. Keith can do what she does to try and talk sense to them; which, I gather, is nearly impossible for her, even as a 20-year ex-vegan. ...Well, hey, I've been an atheist for 20 years and can't count even a single theist who has embraced -- due my influence -- reality over sweet fairy tale -- in spite of gargantuan effort (you can search the blog, as it used to be) -- so I have some experience with what must be the frustrating-dumbfoundedness she might feel. (Note: religionists: don't even try it; I've no patience. Your "worldview" is of no value to me.)
Hers is a far bigger battle -- it's a terrestrial one. Others: go have your innocent, heavenly fairy tales.
You see, Lierre may likely still hold the values she does. She would -- and I'm guessing -- just love a cuddly world where every living organism -- even down to microbes -- didn't have to die to support the chain that is life: from soil to crawlies, to furies, to skins, to vicious claws, to guns & steel, to edifice...to tops of Pacific Redwoods (provided humans could exist on the scraps).
And I wouldn't fault her for it.
Everyone gets to go to hell in their own go-cart.
That's my friend Billy, with a uniquely existential tinge on an ethical principle: you don't get to decide or dictate other's values; they do. The existentially implied part is that they'll more often than not, value shit. Take a lookie, see.
That's just modern conditioning. ...Mushrooms.
I make it a practice not to shit on other people's values, under two conditions:
- Those "values" don't harm other people by their mere pursuance.
- And when otherwise, they don't come in conflict with mine.
Spending a great deal of time on things Internet as I've done for many-a-year, number 2 is the far more frequent occurrence. Summary: when I tell someone to: "lighten up (then go fuck themselves all day long)" it's not like putting a gun to their heads, or, even like voting, so that other people can put a gun to their heads.
To deal with men by force is as impractical as to deal with nature by persuasion.
-- Ayn Rand (that's from the whole Lexicon on her take on man, qua animal)
See?
Well, we'll see.
What I deeply admire in Lierre's writing is that she so struggles with her own values, but honestly so, laboriously, exhaustively laying out why -- not the values themselves -- but that the principles to her personal action she was smart enough to derive therefrom as a teenager, were infantile. Unworkable. Totally ignorant of a wholesome reality. Fantasy. Hopeful. Simply unreal. The values can stay -- kinda like a cuddly whatever you might cherish but isn't real. Differentiate. Integrate, then conceptualize knowledge and information
She found out that she had to choose whether to survive and flourish, or deteriorate, as a human animal. Guess what: in spite of 10,000 years of all-guns-to-bear to the contrary, you are an animal and to deny the fact is to your detriment.
It used to be easy; we didn't posses the knowledge to synthesize "food." Now we do. How dumb. Even the veggies are falling prey to the marketing whizzes, and are even fooling Mackey (just look at the tor-fuck-you section in your local WF).
She implicates the world of vegetarians, and she does a masterful job.
Man is the only animal that can sink below his own nature. -- Ayn Rand
Do cows eat fish? Do fish eat cows?
Cows eat grass, fish eat stuff in the water -- and bugs -- ...everything eats bugs -- there are no "vegetarians."
Well, I could go on. But first, let me quote two or three things more from the three pages I'll give you the link to.
Then the diner bell rang, a gong that sang like gold across the mountainside. It was beautiful there, the hills the green of deep summer, gentled with sun. Fifty people lined up outside the dining hall, hungry. What we ate was bread and lettuce.
We repeated this meal six times over the next forty-eight hours.
Here's the link. Read it from the images on page 67, up to the images at the end of page 70. She describes her 3-day visit to a vegan "farm" in upstate New York.
That would be the very last phrase from the three pages I'll link to, but later.
Lierre Keith; what a find. I opened what will doubtless be a series in promotion of her work, right here: The Vegetarian Myth. And, no, I'll continue to be as ruthless with the opportunists who think they can get away with comment Bullshit here, in this post, as there, in that one. No quarter for those who would argue that you continue to evade...uh, reality. Ms. Keith can do what she does to try and talk sense to them; which, I gather, is nearly impossible for her, even as a 20-year ex-vegan. ...Well, hey, I've been an atheist for 20 years and can't count even a single theist who has embraced -- due my influence -- reality over sweet fairy tale -- in spite of gargantuan effort (you can search the blog, as it used to be) -- so I have some experience with what must be the frustrating-dumbfoundedness she might feel. (Note: religionists: don't even try it; I've no patience. Your "worldview" is of no value to me.)
Hers is a far bigger battle -- it's a terrestrial one. Others: go have your innocent, heavenly fairy tales.
You see, Lierre may likely still hold the values she does. She would -- and I'm guessing -- just love a cuddly world where every living organism -- even down to microbes -- didn't have to die to support the chain that is life: from soil to crawlies, to furies, to skins, to vicious claws, to guns & steel, to edifice...to tops of Pacific Redwoods (provided humans could exist on the scraps).
And I wouldn't fault her for it.
That's my friend Billy, with a uniquely existential tinge on an ethical principle: you don't get to decide or dictate other's values; they do. The existentially implied part is that they'll more often than not, value shit. Take a lookie, see.
That's just modern conditioning. ...Mushrooms.
I make it a practice not to shit on other people's values, under two conditions:
Spending a great deal of time on things Internet as I've done for many-a-year, number 2 is the far more frequent occurrence. Summary: when I tell someone to: "lighten up (then go fuck themselves all day long)" it's not like putting a gun to their heads, or, even like voting, so that other people can put a gun to their heads.
See?
Well, we'll see.
What I deeply admire in Lierre's writing is that she so struggles with her own values, but honestly so, laboriously, exhaustively laying out why -- not the values themselves -- but that the principles to her personal action she was smart enough to derive therefrom as a teenager, were infantile. Unworkable. Totally ignorant of a wholesome reality. Fantasy. Hopeful. Simply unreal. The values can stay -- kinda like a cuddly whatever you might cherish but isn't real. Differentiate. Integrate, then conceptualize knowledge and information
She found out that she had to choose whether to survive and flourish, or deteriorate, as a human animal. Guess what: in spite of 10,000 years of all-guns-to-bear to the contrary, you are an animal and to deny the fact is to your detriment.
It used to be easy; we didn't posses the knowledge to synthesize "food." Now we do. How dumb. Even the veggies are falling prey to the marketing whizzes, and are even fooling Mackey (just look at the tor-fuck-you section in your local WF).
She implicates the world of vegetarians, and she does a masterful job.
Do cows eat fish? Do fish eat cows?
Cows eat grass, fish eat stuff in the water -- and bugs -- ...everything eats bugs -- there are no "vegetarians."
Well, I could go on. But first, let me quote two or three things more from the three pages I'll give you the link to.
Here's the link. Read it from the images on page 67, up to the images at the end of page 70. She describes her 3-day visit to a vegan "farm" in upstate New York.