Showing posts with label feminism. Show all posts
Showing posts with label feminism. Show all posts

In Honor Of The First Mother - Before Breath Was Capital

>>  Thursday, May 8, 2014

There's lots of dates surrounding the eventual and official Mother's Day in 1914.  Different groups worked on making this happen for decades before it did. But I'd like to look not at the first Mother's Day... But the First Mother instead.

I wonder sometime what it must have been like eons ago when each specific birth was critical to man's survival. A time when we were pushing our numbers just to diversify the genetic pool. A time when there were so few humans that each woman who bore another human was revered. Indeed... A time when all life-bringers were honored. Nurturing was a cherished gift.

What must it have been like for a First Mother who's numbers had now sufficiently expanded that the miracles of birth and life were commonized? What did she think when life itself was commodified? When breath became capital?

I see a First Mother who spoke loudly in protest of killing the creatures in the forests... A First Mother who pleaded with others in the tribe that trees and plants would sustain them. A First Mother who wept when the great aurochs were made unfree and held captive for the purposes of man. A First Mother who's dutiful gathering of sustenance was halted to tend to cattle instead... What did this First Mother think when she stole the milk from the goat or cow?

Cave painting of an aurochs bull in Lascaux, France

And what did this First Mother do when her husband, the keeper of chattel and cows, proposed the idea of not only consuming the milk but who made it necessary to steal the calf as well? I know this First Mother begged for the other mother... She begged for the child-calf... She wailed and sobbed and tried to reason.  But the high priests and other men made mandates from a god who demanded burnt calves flesh... So her pleas met with no mercy.

And soon it was that the First Mother would have her own sons sacrificed to greed. To violence. To wars. And to death.

To all those who still honor the nurturing, life-worshiping vision of the First Mother - Thank you for doing so through your vegan choices.

Happy Mother's Day to those who never surrendered the idea of love or World Peace:


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Courting Dairy Cows... Then Eating Them - Rapacious Husbandry

>>  Sunday, February 14, 2010


So on Valentines Day I couldn't help but examine the "husbandry" practices of the dairy industry. I took a look at the extravagant courting of female cows at the World Dairy Expo.

Objectification of the Feminine:

Complete with flowers, soft smelling hay and "devoted" care - These cow "grooms" parade their female milk-slaves in front of an audience of 65,000 fellow slave worshipers. The contest I suppose is based on physical characteristics as well as "performance". Each female having been bred to maximize the amount of pounds/tons of mammary secretions her body can yield... All this of course after having birthed a calf, which she was forced bare and to forced to relinquish... Over and over again.

This is not anthropomorphism... It is a biological imperative for a mother to wish to nourish and nurture her young. But if this were allowed to happen - of course humans could not steal the milk. The "husbands" could not capitalize on the fluids and flesh their "queen cows" provide.



Love the mother... Eat the child:

The ironic thing I found about this dairy charade was in knowing that as these manicured and pampered cows were lavished with roses - At the same time their counterparts... Sisters, mothers, brothers, sons and fathers were being killed and grilled - All in the further gain of price per pound profits.

So while animal agriculture folks say they "love" their animals - The truth is plain to see... The "love" is in the "tender" rose-veal steaks, stolen from the lives of babes...

There is no Valentines Day in animal ag... Only "Value-Times"... Once your "services" are no longer needed your death is the only thing that has worth. I wonder if these romantic "husbands" bring sweets when they separate her from her child? Do they coo and woo before elbow high artificial insemination? Do they play soft romantic music as she's lead to the kill floor?
Today is a day about "love"... There is nothing kind or gentle in the raising or eating of animals... We don't need to do this. We can thrive on a plant based diet...
Please - Have a Heart...
If you are not vegan yet --- Go Vegan Now ---

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