Animal Liberation Army

"Animals consistently voice preferences and ask for freedom. They speak to us every day when they cry out in pain or try to move away from our prods, electrodes, knives, and stun guns. Animals tell us constantly that they want out of their cages, that they want to be reunited with their families, or that they don’t want to walk down the kill chute. Animals express themselves all the time, and many of us know it.
If we didn’t, factory farms and slaughterhouses would not be designed to constrain any choices an animal might have. We deliberately have to choose not to hear when the lobster bangs on the walls from inside a pot of boiling water or when the hen who is past her egg-laying prime struggles against the human hands that enclose her legs around her neck. We have to choose not to recognize the preference expressed when the fish spasms and gasps for oxygen in her last few minutes alive. ". Sunuara Taylor

The frontlines for animal liberation are the butchers blocks and the zoos and the supermarkets and the drive-through purveyors of the mortal remains of sentient beings mashed up into junk. Animal welfare demands bigger cages and inspected meat. Animal liberation demands no cages, no meat.

Wild Geese, by Mary Oliver

You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting --
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.

It’s beautiful.

A couple of years ago, in the middle of the night, I was awoken by the chattering sound of a skein of geese flying over and communicating with each other as a family unit, guiding each other to their destination.

I wondered where they had come from, where they were going, what species they are, in that sense of awe and wonder, I wished I was with them on their journey, free from earthbound tethers and up their in the night sky, flying and socialising with them.

And I concluded, as I always have done, the reason why sad people shoot them down for their befuddled dogs to collect their bodies from the shallows of bodies of water

Envy. Envy at their power of flight and the freedom it begins, which drives them to ‘bring them back down to Earth’

But these Geese were joyfully safe and free, and as their honking faded in to the night, my consciousness slipped away on their wings until the dawn that awaited.

Kanye West. Rap’s answer to Ted Nugent.

Maybe Kanye, like Ted before him in another of America’s previous wars, will too empty his bowels into his pants to dodge the draft for Trump’s War on Russia/China/Iran/Syria/The Rest of The World/All known life, to cheer it on from afar until it came to him.

There’s Blackbirds nesting in what passes for my garden, happily singing away and oblivious to the fact that one day, there could be no more dawns because they’ll be wiped out of existence like most, if not all life on earth, and the sun will be blotted out.

Then there will be no Blackbird singing in the dead of night.

"Beware the beast man, for he is the devil's pawn. Alone among God's primates, he kills for sport, or lust, or greed. Yea, he will murder his brother to possess his brother's land. Let him not breed in great numbers, for he will make a desert of his home and yours. Shun him!! Drive him back into the jungle lair, for he is the harbinger of death."

---29th Scroll, 6th verse (from the movie "Planet of the Apes")