Apparently I'm a "P.C. Fascist/Nailing Descartes to the Wall
.
some of my otherwise brilliant and productive friends
(like scoundrels and their flags) take final refuge in
character assassinations;
they ignore the issue and deny the relation between
our consumption and brutality
and you can roll your eyes
and marginalize me: play on insecurities
and you can feign ignorance
but your not not stupid, youre just selfish
and youre a slave to 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 creatures like machines
and if you buy that shit then how long 'till its me
who serves as your commodity?
through, institutionalized violence and oppression of workers
and women raped by sexism
do you still insist
on feinging indignace to reason?  collective self-interest?
i'll call you on your shit,
please call me on mine
then we can grow together and make this shit-hole planet better in time
consider someone else:
stop consuming animals
i speak outside what is recognized as the border between reason and insanity
but i consider it a measure of my humanity
to be written off by the living graves of a billion murdered lives
and i'm not ashamed of my
recurring dreams about me and gun and a different species of carnage strewn about the stockyards, the factories and farms
still i know as well as anyone that it does less good then harm
to be this honest with a conscience eased by lies
but you cannot deny that
meat is still murder.  dairy is still rape
and i'm still as stupid as anyone
but i know my mistakes
i have recognized one form of oppression, now i recognize the rest
life's too short to make another's shorter