Not wanting to play God doth not maketh one an Idiot.
Human beings give too much credit to themselves. They think the universe in itself would collapse without their presence when it might actually fair much better without our constant fiddling and meddling in things that have nothing directly to do with us.
There’s perhaps only one real reason as to why every living thing on this planet exists: to continue to exist. Procreation. To deny an animal the biological basis of its existence, we call it being responsible. We call it our duty.
Yes, and the White Man had this thing called the White Man’s Burden where they thought it was their duty and responsibility to “civilize” the rest of the world. Was that right? No.
We think we’re doing the “poor, helpless creatures” a favor by limiting their population count to a number that we could be bothered to live with, oh, I’m sorry, “care for”. We fail to see that we’ve made it ALL ABOUT US again. Animals, they’re not as helpless as we think they are just because they can’t speak the way we do, drive a car, grocery shop, take out a bank loan, get a job. If civilization should crumble tomorrow, we human beings would be the helpless ones. I don’t need to explain. Think about it. Survival of the fittest. Civilization has allowed weakness to prevail in our species, be it genetically or environmentally. And now we’re taking it upon ourselves to do the same thing to other animals. The difference is, we gave our consent. The animals, they don’t speak-a-de-English (or any other language in the human tongue for that matter.)
And if these animals are indeed helpless, it’s only because we did it to them. Or rather, our ancestors started it. Coop them up in little cages, put little sparkly collars around their necks, take away their ability and drive to procreate (indirectly, limiting their own inbuilt survival instincts) till they become subservient, breathing stuffed dummies. Who taught the monkey to dance in the first place? Us. And our egomaniacal, selfish need to become Masters of the Fucking Universe (there’s a He-Man in all of us). Just because we’re on top of the food chain, doesn’t mean we’re on top of everything else.
Just because I don’t believe a 100% in cutting the balls of a cat, doesn’t mean I’m an idiot.
Just because I don’t believe in playing the God of Population Control, doesn’t mean I’m an idiot.
That said, if you agree with what I’m saying, and you also happen to have a pet cat, and your pet cat gives birth to a kitten, don’t be a fucker and separate the kitten from its mother when it’s only a day old and dump it on someone’s driveway to die. If you are principally against spaying Fluffy but at the same time, you couldn’t be arsed to handle mini-Fluffys or at least, find a good home for them then, you are an idiot.
If you disagree with me, if you think spaying / neutering is in the best interest of an animal then good for YOU.
Apparently, I hear the best thing about the internet and Democracy is that we are all entitled to our own opinions.
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“ Tu entre todos los seres tienes derecho a verme débil ”
(You among all beings have the right to see me weak).
El Dano (The Hurt); Pablo Neruda
At least I think that’s what it means.
There’s perhaps only one real reason as to why every living thing on this planet exists: to continue to exist. Procreation. To deny an animal the biological basis of its existence, we call it being responsible. We call it our duty.
Yes, and the White Man had this thing called the White Man’s Burden where they thought it was their duty and responsibility to “civilize” the rest of the world. Was that right? No.
We think we’re doing the “poor, helpless creatures” a favor by limiting their population count to a number that we could be bothered to live with, oh, I’m sorry, “care for”. We fail to see that we’ve made it ALL ABOUT US again. Animals, they’re not as helpless as we think they are just because they can’t speak the way we do, drive a car, grocery shop, take out a bank loan, get a job. If civilization should crumble tomorrow, we human beings would be the helpless ones. I don’t need to explain. Think about it. Survival of the fittest. Civilization has allowed weakness to prevail in our species, be it genetically or environmentally. And now we’re taking it upon ourselves to do the same thing to other animals. The difference is, we gave our consent. The animals, they don’t speak-a-de-English (or any other language in the human tongue for that matter.)
And if these animals are indeed helpless, it’s only because we did it to them. Or rather, our ancestors started it. Coop them up in little cages, put little sparkly collars around their necks, take away their ability and drive to procreate (indirectly, limiting their own inbuilt survival instincts) till they become subservient, breathing stuffed dummies. Who taught the monkey to dance in the first place? Us. And our egomaniacal, selfish need to become Masters of the Fucking Universe (there’s a He-Man in all of us). Just because we’re on top of the food chain, doesn’t mean we’re on top of everything else.
Just because I don’t believe a 100% in cutting the balls of a cat, doesn’t mean I’m an idiot.
Just because I don’t believe in playing the God of Population Control, doesn’t mean I’m an idiot.
That said, if you agree with what I’m saying, and you also happen to have a pet cat, and your pet cat gives birth to a kitten, don’t be a fucker and separate the kitten from its mother when it’s only a day old and dump it on someone’s driveway to die. If you are principally against spaying Fluffy but at the same time, you couldn’t be arsed to handle mini-Fluffys or at least, find a good home for them then, you are an idiot.
If you disagree with me, if you think spaying / neutering is in the best interest of an animal then good for YOU.
Apparently, I hear the best thing about the internet and Democracy is that we are all entitled to our own opinions.
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“ Tu entre todos los seres tienes derecho a verme débil ”
(You among all beings have the right to see me weak).
El Dano (The Hurt); Pablo Neruda
At least I think that’s what it means.
