Just as I was about to go to sleep, I just happened to have seen this video of baby animals greeting this disgusting planet and the worthless sons of cousins who live here.
These innocent children know nothing of the Hell that awaits them-which is why they're smiling.
It's bad enough to know that life on Earth sucks, but it's even worse when you stop and realise that you have no choice but to partake in the insanity.
You have to kill these beautiful beings, you have to eat them-or you die.
My human side proclaims that I love animals-with ketchup. However, my spiritual side wants to punch myself in the mouth for making that proclamation.
I'm building a God damn motherfucking ARK, for Christ's sake. Maybe that duckling could cure me of my ornithobia.
It's a tragedy that we have to eat animals, but plants know that we're eating them, too, and even bacteria in yogurt has both intellect and a conscience, as do plants.
Am I a vegetarian? No, my body requires protein. All I can do is thank the animal's spirit for its sacrifice, as I see this the same way the American Indian does; these are our brothers and sisters who feed us and clothe us. Their selfless sacrifices keep us alive. How do we thank them?
We ruin their homes.
I hate life on this planet; fucking losing proposition no matter how you look at the situation. I wouldn't mind going Donner for awhile, as that would thin out the herd of hypocritical and self-righteous bastards. The only problem with going down that route is that kuhru is a slow and miserable way to finish your prison term on this God forsaken 25,000-mile round prison facility.
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Come, Lord Jesus and be my guest and let this food to me be blessed.
God damn, I'm depressed.