Apparently, I'm A P.C. Fascist by Propaghandi
Some of my otherwise brilliant and productive friends (like scoundrels and their flags) take final refuge in character assasinations; hey ignore the issue and deny the relation between our consu
N and brutality. so you can go ahead and roll your eyes and marginalize me/socially penalize me: play on my insecurities. and you can feign ignorance, but you're not stupid, you're just selfish.
You're a slave to your impulse. and i kinda thought we all shared common threads in that we gravitated here to challenge the conventions we've been fed by a culture that treats (living, breathin
Eling) creatures like (biological) machines. and if you buy that shit then how long 'till it's me who serves as your commodity? through (for example), institutionalized violence and oppression o
Kers and women raped by sexism (and how about native americans?). do you still insist on feigning indignance (aka: indignation) to reason? to collective self-interest? tell you what- i'll call y
Your shit, please call me on
Mine. then we can grow together and make this shit-hole planet better in time. so why not consider someone else: stop consuming animals.