Showing posts with label Prayers. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Prayers. Show all posts

Monday, November 24, 2008

Post no. 8

I read an encouraging fact yesterday: Veal consumption per person in the U.S. has declined by over 2/3rds since 1986. The public is generally at least marginally informed about the inhumane practices of the veal industry. The average omnivorous human feels more concerned about the ill-fate of veal calves than about the plight of other farm animals simply because enthusiastic campaigns have been waged against the practice of removing day old calves from their protective mothers, putting the social beings in solitary boxes (with chains around their necks) which are too small to allow the poor creatures to sit, lie down, turn around, or even scratch themselves, then feeding the animals a formula which causes them to become boarder-line anemic, and slaughtering the miserable creatures twenty weeks into their brief lives of agonizing pain and social isolation. Most people know about this practice, and it is understandable why they would despise it. I am not surprised by the public's general reaction to eat less veal.

However, it can be argued that breeding sows and egg-laying chickens suffer a far worse fate than that of the veal-calf, if for no other reason than that they are required to live a similar lifestyle much longer.

Shall we start with sows? Sows (female pigs) are required to spend much of their lives in gestation cages. These are cages so small that the pigs, much like the veal calves, cannot turn around, sit down, or move their bodies. Their cages are so small that these poor animals' teats often hang into the cage adjacent to their own. Here, the pigs are artificially inseminated over and over again. They are essentially baby-machines. The only time they are able to stand and move is when they are nursing their young. They are moved to equally uncomfortable cages, in which there are slots in the metal floor for waste to fall through. There is so little room and the floor is so awkward, that the sows often mistakenly crush their young. Also, the piglets can fall through the cracks in the cages if they are below average size and have been known to clog local sewage pipes. How disturbing is that? (To you, maybe not so much. Maybe you are the type who drowns an unwanted litter of kittens. But to me, a drowning piglet is a depressing thought.)

As if this space confinement and constant state of pregnancy and birth were not enough to wear out a pig, pigs are also social animals. Additionally, pigs are some of the smartest farm animals. They are intelligent enough to play and understand basic video games like pong. This unfulfilled desire to socialize coupled with the incessant boredom such intelligent animals endure while lying on their side staring into the abyss all day causes many of these poor creatures great psychological trauma. (Again, maybe you do not believe that animals cannot experience psychological trauma, but I, for one, do not believe human beings are the only sentient creatures.)

Shall we move onto the chickens? Chickens are put in what are known as battery cages. The chickens are so tightly packed into these cages, that common farming practice requires chicks to have their beaks and claws clipped (without anaesthesia) soon after birth. This is done so hastily that many chicks beaks are cut so short they have trouble eating. :( Of course, this only applies to the female chicks. Male chicks are dumped into fertilizer mixture (ALIVE) and chopped into pieces or buried alive. . . Depending on the process of fertilization. (Perhaps they are the lucky ones who don't suffer for years.)

ANYway, back to the female chickens, or hens I guess I should say. When the chicks are all grown up into hens they are shoved into these horrendous cages. So, these cages are twenty inches wide and there are 6-8 birds in each. (You do the math, they can't MOVE just like the sows and veal calves.) The cages are made of wire to make egg collection easier, obviously this is a strain on the hens' feet, often leading to broken bones. Often the hens are so crowded that heads and wings can get caught in the wire cages, leading to further injury. Possibly worst of all is that, with so many birds per cage, some of them can't reach the food or water. In the least sanitary of these egg-producing factories, (what we commonly refer to as 'farms,' but I believe the word has become a misnomer) chickens live with dead birds in their cages and can become covered in their own, and others' feces.

When these hens productivity rate drops, they are shocked into producing one more round of eggs. How, you ask? Starvation.

So, basically, these 2 situations are just as awful as the veal industry, and I believe if we could just get the word out, egg consumption and pork consumption would also drop by 2/3rds per person within the next 20 years. (Of course, with a growing population this doesn't mean a 2/3rds reduction in the amount of hopeless, helpless, agonizing, SENTIENT beings.) There are already replacements for eggs in baked goods. (Ener-G egg replacer is a good brand, and entirely vegan, and in my experience, perfectly usable in all baking procedures.) And, like U.S. Americans have learned to live without the taste of veal, they would learn to live without the taste of eggs. People just are not that cruel when it comes down to it. They are just ignorant of our current food production methods.

Don't start thinking that just because these three practices are highlighted in this post, the rest of industry factory farming is a walk in the park for animals. It's not. And I'm sure I'll go into details on some later post. However, as made evident by California's passage of proposition 2, I believe these are the practices most likely to be flat-out rejected by all humans with any measure of compassion. They are the most deplorable of all normal 'farming' practices.

Some people, of course, will never get this far. There are those that believe God made us so far above other animals that these other beings can have no feelings, emotional or physical. (Somehow, central nervous systems and brains were reserved for humans?) Today, when I was relaying a story to my father about a cow escaping line for slaughter by bravely jumping a fence and running for her dear life, my father replied coldly with, "Do you really think they're processing like that?" And my response, as an owner of two intelligent cats and an observer of their natures which appear common to all mammals I have ever encountered, was "YES! I DO!"

Tell me, do animals, mammals or otherwise, have way of communicating with their own kind? Tell me, do they have calls that mean 'danger,' calls that mean 'I want to mate,' calls that mean 'I found food?' Tell me, do they have instincts that say run when they hear the call for danger? Do they have internal desires to produce when they hear the call for mating? do they have knowledge that to eat is necessary for survival when they hear the call for food? (The answer, of course, if you believe anything science or observation has to say, is yes.) In 2006, there were studies done which suggest that bottle-nosed dolphins call each other by name–– different whistles for different individuals. (Yes, animals are individuals the last time I checked.)

So, tell me this, when a cow is being led to slaughter by a person (whom s/he have learned to fear through his/her years on the factory farm–– S/he has learned to associate people with pain or at least discomfort.), when in this line to death s/he hears the cries of other cows in pain (as it has been well documented that not all cows are unconscious when slaughtered, despite laws requiring otherwise–– the assembly line of animals moves too quickly for workers to keep up.), does my father honestly believe that the mix of fear (person) and pain (as represented by the other cows), would not cause a cow to instinctually escape? Of course, as most cows are out of shape due to the unnatural diets and living restrictions to which they have been subject throughout life, they are unable to jump fences and outrun factory workers. The instinct to escape pain may not be "processing" in the same way a human subject to genocide or way would process their desire to escape pain. . . But at the end of the line, yes, neither human beings and other animals want to be injured. And when they process they are about to be injured, and have the means to prevent it, either will do so. So yes, the cow processed. The cow understood that something bad awaited and ran. . . that is called processing.

GEESH, some people and their superiority complexes.

So, I suppose I should get into safety issues and workers rights, but truly I am burnt out from this long rant. However, I feel guilty be allowing you to remain ignorant. Tomorrow I will by flying to Arizona. Over the course of the plane ride, I will certainly have more than enough time to write about it.

Below are some pictures of some of animal sanctuary's, a nonprofit dedicated to protecting abandoned farm animals and changing legislation regarding industry factory farms, adopted barnyard friends. I love them all though I have never met them. My heart just automatically goes out to those beings, great or small, who have spent much of their life suffering.



Oh, I thought of another disturbing fact just to put the icing on the cake about the disgusting nature of so-called "farming" practices. Did you know that both bulls and male turkeys are MANUALLY masturbated? Yep, something that would be considered bestiality, and thus ILLEGAL, outside the world of the factory farm is a legal and everyday practice of these horrendous places.


P.P.S. In case you clicked on the 'prayer' tag and are wondering why that links you to this page, it is because I have been praying for the lives of these animals since I was four years old, when I gave up devouring their flesh. The information on this page represents one of the many cries of my heart, and often times the most dominant cry. I am not ashamed of this, though many would accuse me of being too concerned about animals when there are people suffering. Reducing the number of factory farms does help people, I promise to explain in detail one of these days. Besides, helping people and praying for animals are by NO MEANS mutually exclusive activities. We should all do more of both.

Sunday, October 26, 2008

Calla's Thirteenth Post

I don't have anything in particular about which I want to freak out today, and I'm asking myself how is that even possible. If you have learned anything about me thus far from my posts it should probably be that I am easily overly excitable. We (Tabby and myself) are currently listening to mewithoutYou, and if you are unfortunate enough to have never heard them, you should QUICKLY, I repeat QUICKLY, go find some. Oh me oh my they make me want to cry (haha, I like that phrase from yesterday!) in a good, grand, great way. Aaron Weiss is in a league of his own (ok, Joanna Newsom can join him) as far as lyricists are concerned. Probably ("probably," remember that) my favorite song is A Glass Can Only Spill What it Contains. You should look for the lyrics and read them.

Also, I am a bit (just a bit) in love with Aaron Weiss in that I am too nervous ever to talk to him if I see him before shows and instead I just giggle compulsively and jump up and down a bit. (See, the overly excitable thing kicks in.) Also, I sometimes accidentally obsess about what a good human being he is and then I feel guilty for idolizing him because I know this would make him uncomfortable. But really I admire him, and feel guilty a lot that he seems like a more environmentally friendly, less materialistic person than I am. (I often crave new shoes and I like to own movies and books even though I can borrow books for free from the library and Tabby has a netflix account for movies)

One time I made an impromptu list of my sins intermingled into some poetry/prayer bit. The shoes were on that list. . . I don't know if I felt guilty about the movies and books that given day. But right now I do. I also feel bad that Macs are made in China and I encouraged Tabby to buy a new one (One that would play Spore he oh-s0-desired, you see.) so I could have his old one which is this one. I will try to find the list and prayer/poem.

I found it, I found the list of sins. Would you like to see what led up to the list, or only the list, or neither? I will write them both. They will be in two different colors. If you do not want to read the thoughts leading up, you should skip the orangish color. If you do not want to read the list you should skip the bluish color. If you do not want to read either you should skip both of those colors!! (Which are complimentary colors, by the way.) Also, this was written in February when I was still planning on studying human rights law. Now I study nonprofit management. So, that is that. . . Also, I cannot make the spacing be how I want it exactly, so this is not really exactly what I wrote; only it is the words to what I wrote. . . Not the wholeness of it though, when spacing is considered.

The message of the virgins and the lamp and the oil-
You must know when to stop saving others and focus on yourself
Do not be so foolish as to attempt to save the lost and let you both
become the damned.
Where is the line?
Where is the breaking point?
When is it time for selfishness and pride?

Christ remaining in remote
regions to hide himself from throngs in need.
The monks who retreat to unworldly places.
In it, not of it, no–– out of it
in safety.
That man who built the pillar to live life away
from lust and greed
And I, shielding myself from the life of a lawyer
before it even begins to be past.

Is this justified?
Where the virgin justified?
Was Christ himself, the god and man,
righteous in his resolutions when they involved his sanity -
his ability to breathe alone in peace with the father-
Leaving the crowds to fend for themselves-
Like when you discover your favorite artist was in town
just yesterday - only much worse.

Seeking cures for cancers, diseases and doubts -
he flees to the neighboring town
sinless.

This is the purpose. Blameless
Sacrifice. The unblotted lamb-
And if he can do so much than
sure we are justified at saving
ourselves the same way?
Where is the line?
Where is the break?

This is my list of sins
  • I walk by homeless begging people too lazy to give them my change.
  • I get frustrated by the minds of children when they cannot grasp the concept of calm.
  • I doubt my God-given abilities daily, hourly, each breath.
  • I curse my body in vanity- My functioning, necessary body.
  • I bought 2 umbrellas made in China and purchased cat food from Petco.
  • I have no patience for the dumb or the vain though I am dumb and vain myself.
  • I crave shoes and will gladly waste money on them
  • I take birth control which may poison fish and also use draino sometimes.
  • I complain about my privileged life each chance I encounter
  • I waste my time, I waste my brains. I waste artistic talent.
  • I become 'holier than thou' when I consider the presidential candidates and average citizens of this nation.
  • I own too much
  • I cry to much
  • I don't allow for self-pity, which is counterproductive.
  • I don't trust. I find fault. I find wavering impulses inside my veins to call Christ a sinner for not doing more --
And I know this is
unreasonable
Because it could not have been achieved
without a stainless
sacrifice.
So where it the line?
Where is the point of departure?
P.S. I don't pray Daily and often insult your mother.

That is a weird thing to post here. But I am doing it because pretty much whatever pops into my head is what I type or put onto this thing. It's rather amusing to do things that way, I would say so myself.

Sometimes I do insult the Virgin Mary. . . I don't have a reason for doing it beyond that I don't understand the Catholic perception of her, and I take that fact out on her, herself. . . which is not nice. Sorry Mary.


Love,
Calla and MEOWS

(Also, I made on Tabby's Spore in the creature creator a creature called a Buttermow. If you are playing spore you should look for him/her. S/he is cute cute cute!)