Rebuttal to Anti-PETA ^_^)

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Hi everyone from my hometown! )/

 

I rebutted Anti-PETA just

now.

 

Anti-PETA/

 

Actually, it's fun talking

there and with us both.

 

And at the VMB where

I mostly post...

 

It's such a wierd feeling.

 

I think vegetarians understand

something very basic -- respect

for other individuals, even if

they're furry.

 

It's so basic, I think.

 

But they think they're right.

 

The Food Chain says so.

 

So you have to die.

 

I hate that!!!!!

 

No one's going to tell me

I have to be ground up and

sit on their bun because

of anything!

 

But you have to because

of the food chain.

 

The peaves me off.

 

We'll anyways, this is

what I just wrote. )

 

From Bruno

 

Anti-PETA, d b <...> wrote:

> why are you all trying to justify this to him you

> should understand he is doing this to rattle your

> cages and you all are falling for this to easily

 

Hi again!

 

Sorry for rattling.

 

Maybe you're right.

 

I like making fun of

everything I can, it's

true.

 

I just want to have fun.

 

And I love America.

 

Everyone speaks and thinks,

and we respect each other.

 

Actually ... I don't think a

meat-aficionado would be

allowed to post on a pro-PETA

site.

 

Charles is a gentleman, and

I respect meatatarians more

every day.

 

Also, I'm sitting at my office pc,

and my fingers just move.

 

My work is so tense, so I try

to escape into my pc and

talk with you, my meatatarian

friends.

 

And wearing the tight masks and

rubbing ointment on my wire

scratches every weekend wears

on me.

 

If I see another mink dropping

I'll scream.

 

(To DT & F: This is a witticism.)

 

Anyways, my friends and extended

family are omnivores.

 

So I just feel happy talking

with you.

 

And I don't want to demonize

those with other views.

 

Maybe Bambi should be killed.

 

I don't want to be the one to

explain it to him.

 

I'd rather cuddle him and reassure

him that we'll be friends forever.

 

But life is complicated.

 

I learned much from talking with

you.

 

I'm going to go back and print

out all of the arguments on why

Bambi should live no more.

 

I'll think about each.

 

But -- not to brag -- when I was

a vegetarian I didn't hear the

voices.

 

But when I donned my rubber

shoes and belt, and poured the

last carton of milk down the

garbage disposal -- I heard the

voice of the master of eternity.

 

It was as clear as the gentle purr

of a calf snuggling in the grass

under the warm sun.

 

I made a decision and threw

off my shoes.

 

I stood before God in my

socks.

 

I eat leaves and nuts.

 

The master tells me too.

 

Not through a book with

golden edges.

 

Or through a bush.

 

But man to Elohim.

 

I can't even squish a

mosquito now.

 

I talk to them to stay on

their side of the room and

let them bite me.

 

I respect all individuals.

 

They have their space and

I have mine.

 

And if I respect a mosquito,

you can be sure that I respect

you. And I do.

 

They're all they've got, and

I'll let them have any breath

they want to take and their

portion of time.

 

I don't want to tell them

Time's up and put them on

the conveyor belt while they

glance back to me with

questioning eyes on their

way to the grinding board.

 

I know you follow God and

respect animals and feel your

way is best for them and for all.

 

I know now you are sincere,

like I said.

 

Challenged, but sincere.

 

But I lived a long time, and

I feel tingles all over me when

I think that I fight for all friends,

and gave up something for them.

 

Even if they have fur on their

face or have a less spiffy

position on the Food Chain.

 

Part of the tingle may be wasp

bites, but I still tingle.

 

I hate the Food Chain.

 

I have no respect for cancer.

 

Or typhoons or floods.

 

Some bugs in the desert dig

into you and crawl under your

skin towards your eyes, which

their nose tells them is a soft

treat.

 

It's a cause of blindness for

children in Africa.

 

Little bugs under the skin.

 

I don't like the Bug Chain.

 

I say phooey to the Food Chain.

 

The world is crappy in many

ways.

 

I don't follow it.

 

I don't want to copy a

carnivore.

 

I don't copy a hyena.

 

I do my own thing.

 

If a hamster eats its young,

I don't pick up my fork and

walk towards baby Ludwig's

crib.

 

And if a biology book said

I have fangs and proves I

should eat you, I still wouldn't.

 

I'd be nice to you.

 

I'd throw the biology book in

a bin.

 

If someone tells me to do

something, I feel like doing

the opposite.

 

I'm an American.

 

We came, conquered and

built our own thing.

 

So I do whatever I want.

 

And I want to help Bambi,

and any individual that pleads

to me to have a few more

minutes of fun.

 

I went to Farm Sanctuary.

 

The hogs sat in the sun in

their mud puddle.

 

There were no approaching

footsteps to take them away.

 

They didn't have to glance

here and there.

 

They were having a nice

sun bath.

 

I like sun baths too.

 

I don't want to shorten

anyone else's sun bath.

 

So we have different views on

some things, and things are

complicated.

 

So now I'll go to lunch.

 

)/ bye happy meatatarians who

hate peta-tarians and have lots of

interesting perspectives for me

to learn from. wave, wave!

 

Love, your Bruno

 

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