Well, my people, I’ve done it! I have completed the year long blog following experiment! Can you believe that a year has already passed? Where does the time go so quickly?! For those of you that are unfamiliar with this experiment of mine, allow me to explain. As many of us do, I got really frustrated following blogs that would suddenly stop, or disappear. I started to do some online researching (because, well, that’s what I do!) and some of the articles I found were… eye-opening. Like this post from Hellbound Bloggers which states that ‘…out of every 100 newbie bloggers, around 90 hang up their boots even before enjoying a trivial amount of success’. (Singhal, Harshit, 23 April 2017) or this beauty from the New York Times which cites a 2008 survey by Technorati and says ‘only 7.4 million out of the 133 million blogs that the company tracks had been…
Never mind the because. Let’s talk about them anyway.
In December 2018, an MP (that’s a member of parliament, and let’s not bother with the capital letters; they bore me) seized the ceremonial mace and started out the door with it.
What ceremonail mace? We’ll get to that, but first let’s talk about why he grabbed it. It was to protest the way the government was handling Brexit. (A quick translation: Brexit is Britain exiting the European Union, and pretty much everybody, from every party and every point of view, was protesting the way it was being handled. Even the people who supported it opposed it, and if that doesn’t make sense to you, it’s a sign that you understand the situation. It’s still a mess, but I write these posts well in advance and by now it’s a slightly different mess.There’s always…
The world we live in is not black and white. It can be—but not really. We can make monochromatic images but they’re actually tonal gradations of gray which cover a wide spectrum—from true black to true white and the tones in-between.
I call that pursuing your inner dinosaur because old-timers like me started with black and white film back in the day. There are still good reasons to shoot black and white but many photographers find it hard to break the heroin-like rush of color.
In 1954 when I was seven years old I picked up my first vintage Kodak box camera. It used 120 black and white film and its photos were often blurry and grainy but it hooked me. I continued to shoot black and white film throughout high school and won my first photo prize in Kodak’s prestigious National High School Photography Contest in 1962 at…
Obviously, not everyone can agree with everything or everyone. We may not like everyone. It seems that’s human nature.
We think different. We act different. We look and smell different. That doesn’t make us stupid, bad, or wrong.
The next time you are tempted to call someone dumb, illiterate, or crazy, take a moment and breathe.
Do you even know the meaning of the negative names you’re calling someone?
One of my family members is functionally illiterate, which is different than being illiterate. He was a slow reader all through school and couldn’t spell very well. He can read well enough to get by, holding good paying blue collar jobs his whole life and running businesses.
No one should call someone illiterate who has an extremely high IQ, runs billion dollar companies, and holds the highest political office in the country. A person can be intelligent, yet…
When meat-eaters read this title I suspect they immediately roll their eyes and presume a Vegan or vegetarian, leftist, tree hugger is at it again. But I don’t see myself as any of those things. I see myself as a middle-ground thinker who finally came to a realization.
When I began scrutinizing my eating a few years ago I had the thought to eliminate animal protein from my diet, but I didn’t know how to do so. I continued to eat meat for a couple of years, but the entire time I had the idea of quitting locked in the back of my mind. I came to the conclusion that animals have souls or spirits however you want to view it. And if I were going to be truthful I didn’t feel it right to slaughter these animals as a product, which is how they are treated by the companies who are killing them. My thought was that if I were going to eat an animal then I owed it to them to kill them myself.
Many self-sustainers kill their own meat and hold the same opinion. I believe any person who consumes meat should be required to go to the slaughter house and watch the process. They should be required to partake in each aspect versus just going to the store and picking up a package of ground beef. You should have to watch the hog standing in the pin trembling with fear as its time draws to a close.
In my heart I just can’t participate in how these animals are treated and I don’t think it is responsible to allow myself to continue with such a casual attitude.
I look into the eyes of our little dog Bentley and I know he has a soul. He displays an entire array of emotions from happiness to sadness, he feels pain and excitement. But most notably he shows a level of love that permeates my soul and he has a personality that is like no one else I’ve met. He has a right to live just as much as I have a right to live. And then I think there are some societies that would eat him and this thought is beyond my comprehension. From that realization I simply extended it to my experiences looking into the eyes of other animals and seeing them display many of the same characteristics along with demonstrating their own individual personality. The individual personality factor drove me to the conclusion that if I were going to eat meat then I owed it to these animals to take their life myself. And if I were not willing to do so then I would not eat them.
I will admit that it bothers me when I see all of the meat at the grocery store. Not because I think it is wrong to eat animals, but that it is irresponsible for humans to eat animals that they are not willing to kill for themselves. I think the Native Americans had it right when they practiced thanking the animal for their sacrifice and showing some respect to the land and the animals.
In the end treating animals like a product is morally and ethically wrong. And in my mind there is no way around this moral dilemma. I either kill the animal myself or I don’t eat meat.