You're Still Wrong.. Mykel's Feb 2020 Blog I DON'T GET IT (Pt. 2)
NOTE: This is my second WEEKLY blog. I’ve heard from several readers that “it’s too long.” Maybe they’re right. I know the feeling of reading on a screen. An old friend from the band The Apostles sent me a 65 page book he wrote. It’s a great read, but I can only manage 10 pages at a time on the computer. Something about the media shortens attention or concentration. For me, this is a test. Please let me know what you think.
YOU’RE STILL WRONG
Mykel’s Post MRR
Mykel’s Post MRR
Feb 2020
Part two
or
I Don’t Get It
So far I've written about my lousy year 2020 and how this time I want to ask people their thought processes that I don't understand.
I get the most of the premises…
I get the most of the premises…
- If the government does it, it’s bad.
- It’s better to work than not to work.
- It’s better to do something for yourself than have someone else do it for you.
- More is better than less.
- Cheaper is better than more expensive.
- Climate change is something you either believe in or don’t… like God.
- “The holocaust” is something you either believe in or don’t… like God
- There is a group called The Jews and they all believe the same thing.
- Donald Trump is responsible for everything evil in America.
- Donald Trump is responsible for everything good in America.
- There are good people and there are bad people… and they don’t change.
All of these premises, of course, are wrong. If you’re wondering why, just read everything I’ve ever written. But I understand where they come from. They’re cliches. You take them for granted because your parents, your friends, your co-workers just know they’re true… without ever questioning them. They’re what everybody knows.
Here’s
the rub. Some things are NOT cliches. They don’t have cultural or
common background.
They defy logic… at least my idea of logic. So I’m asking YOU to
explain
How
the fuck can you think like that?
Scene
one: A factory chicken farm: Tiny chicks… row upon row of them…
in cages not much bigger than their little chick bodies. The chicks
grow. The cages do not.
Before
long the metal squeezes the young animals like an iron maiden.
There’s a small space for the animal’s head and neck... just
enough so they can strain to eat the shit and antibiotics thrown to
them once or twice a day. They never feel the sun. They never stretch
their legs or their flightless wings. They die a horrible death on an
assembly line with complete awareness of their spinning knife fate.
The males are ground into fertilizer before they develop… except
one or two used to make new chicks.
Scene
two: A training center for the cockfights: The cocks leave their
cages every day. The owner takes them out, pets them, encourages them
to run... to fight... to use their muscles. They KNOW their owners,
like dogs know theirs. Their last moments MAY be in the ring… but
they have a better than 50-50 chance of living to fight again. And
the lives they live would be the envy of any factory chicken.
Bullfights
are the same.. The beef you eat at Wendy’s is treated like the
factory farmed chickens. The bulls that are in the ring… nearly
worshiped before they fight.
If
you’re a vegetarian, I can understand opposing bullfights and
cockfights. You don’t eat animals because it’s not a good thing
to cause pain to another animal. I know science says plants feel pain
too… but that’s at least controversial. What isn’t
controversial is that bulls (and cocks) used in fighting are treated
extremely well. They are babied… given room to roam, allowed space
to flex their muscles.
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