We’ve all heard the question: if you were told you only had a few months to live, how would you spend your remaining time.
I never had a good answer to that, but sitting in traffic this morning, I think I finally figured it out.
A couple of blocks from my home is a major intersection where I find myself waiting pretty frequently, and almost every day at least one eighteen wheeler cruises through, laden with about five stories of stacked cages—either stuffed with live chickens on the way to slaughter, or empty cages, signifying their brutal lives and deaths.
I always avert my eyes. It bothers me to look at them. It has been this way for me since I was a teenager. The more I find out about the lives of chickens, the harder it is for me to see these trucks.
My income is modest currently, but I pay an exorbitant price for eggs from pastured chickens, and I knew maybe I was being fooled, and my extra expense was likely meaningless, just a small stupid way for me to assuage enormous guilt for not doing something more effective.
I read something so encouraging today. The cheap egg producers (chicken Nazis) are complaining that their eggs aren’t being bought, so they’re lobbying to force more sales. The boycott on cruelty-produced eggs is working.
https://theintercept.com/2018/03/02/consumers-are-revolting-against-animal-cruelty-so-the-poultry-industry-is-lobbying-for-laws-to-force-stores-to-sell-their-eggs/
I’m going to try to find more effective methods of fighting cruelty to animals. We might eventually eat them, but we don’t have to be barbaric on top of it.
So, anyway.
If you ever hear about a spate of mysterious liberations of livestock or chickens, or that some aging southern woman was nabbed in the process of said liberations, take a look at that mug shot. I’ll be winking at you.
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I think most people might travel. I’d probably choose one location among the many I’d love to see, if family could come with.
If travel wouldn’t work for my family, I’d continue to hang out with them by day, perform chicken liberations by night. Smoke weed periodically, have stranger sex, and write notes / film anecdotes for my grandbairns and their grandbairns.
What about you?