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Not vegan anymore? You thoroughly bore this ex-ex-vegan.

By now, after witnessing for several years the barrage of kudos-basking, triumphant, “recovering,” self-righteous ex-“vegans” on the web, I’ve become literally put to sleep by them anymore. Really, I get an intense yawn attack and nearly nod off when seeing the same old same old schlock emanating from the webcams and/or keyboards of these toxic little people. A few words are all I need and I’m gone from there. Seriously would rather watch paint dry, or other such clichés.

So if I’m so bored, why write an article on them?

Well, because I’m seeing some popular vegan web personalities stressing out, overcome with anger and sadness, and literally going crazy online in response to all this hugely popular ex-vegan fiction.

Model Robin Higgins, not necessarily representative of vegans.

To you vegans who rant and rave and look like a hot mess doing so…

Do you realize the enjoyment anti-vegan propagandists get from your stressing out so much that you neglect your own health and come across as sickly, crazy and obsessed? Can you see how these ex-“vegans” use you to bolster their excuses for supposedly quitting (as if you can quit something you never really were)?

There’s a famous vegan lady on youtube who I won’t name who put out a video where she looks like a concentration camp prisoner, showing off unshaved underarms, unkempt hair, looking pretty much like a hot mess while seeming to almost fall apart in ranting against these flaky, toxic little people for betraying the animals.

Well, what else would you expect from those people? Strength, honesty, loyalty, anything truly kind, unselfish and beneficial? That would be absurd. They evidently never did give a damn about the animals. Such people are by definition…betrayers. And who wants betrayers as part of any meaningful cause, any serious effort to improve the way people are?

But I do fully understand the sadness and anger.

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Source: USDA (public domain)

These ex-vegan storytellers really are a great tool for the animal using industries, since their lies are frightening to the unknowing. Their stories of almost dying, hair and teeth falling out, digestive devastation, etc., etc., frightened me away from being vegan long ago, so I know very well how it works. Even back in the late 1980s–early 90s, these agents would write letters to the editor of Vegetarian Times magazine, which I subscribed to, with the exact same tales of devastation from lack of dead animals, their eggs and their milk in our diets. One creative writer warned of blindness from being vegan! I was sufficiently frightened so that I gradually started eating dairy and eggs again, until they were often a regular part of my diet, and fish even became an occasional addition.

Was I ashamed? Yes, and even with no vegans condemning me. Had I had any health problems being vegan for about three years before then? Nope. Did I feel any better with the animal products back in my diet? No, to the contrary. What did happen was that I overate like crazy from the casein effect (opiate/appetite stimulant) in the dairy products and gained a mass of weight over the next 19 years of being mostly vegetarian, sometimes vegan, and occasional fish eater.

See, I really was devastated, by being EX-vegan.

After struggling with being overweight all my life since about age 6, eating lots of meat/dairy/eggs, and being up around 180 pounds for most of my young-adult life, I finally got down to a nice light weight (about 120) after being vegan from 1986 to 1989, but that was all over after the eggs, cheese, milkshakes and yogurt, etc., were back. In just a few years I got up to over 200 pounds, at 5’3”. Not fun, at all. And I had heart palpitations, high blood pressure, chronic serious constipation, and was likely on the way to being diabetic as well…and with diabetes comes the vision impairment (retinopathy) and possible blindness those damned fear propagandists had frightened me with!

“Plant foods only will kill you!”

We ex-ex-vegans are not the sort that would condemn veganism by painting it as dangerous. Even though I’d been scared by those letters to the editor, I didn’t quite believe them 100%, since I’d felt and looked too good being vegan, and knew that any “missing nutrients” could be gotten either by adding more foods or a supplement or two to the routine. Nothing at all difficult. It was, however, much more (falsely) comfortable to live in society as a non-vegan, so that was a big part of my failure.

I finally said to hell with all that in early 2009, with the great help of “preachy” vegan knowledge being shared on the internet, since I’d gotten my first ever web-capable home computer at the end of 2008. Went back to being vegan then and never looked back, and it really was the best decision (for health and peace of mind) in my life. I’d never stopped being guilty about the animals, but had convinced myself that buying “cage free” or “humane” animal products on occasion was at least something.

Well no, it wasn’t, it was BS.

So, I’m an ex-ex-vegan…the sort that animal ag propagandists like to pretend does not exist. But we’re many, probably far more in number than all these ex-“vegans” we hear incessantly about today. And we’re now here to stay. And we will not be driven insane or otherwise made ill by online twits out to destroy the vegan cause.

In contrast to my sort of ex-vegan, this new breed of ex-“vegans” are quite the caustic bunch of betrayers. They work at numbing their minuscule sense of guilt by painting vegans and veganism as the villains instead of facing themselves head-on and admitting the truth, whether it is that they were simply experimenting with a diet trend to be different, rebellious, or whatever, and are now on to the next trend (such as raw meat, sun gazing, flat earth belief, etc., yes really); or their whole story is a complete fabrication and they simply are out to destroy veganism by whatever means necessary. Or something else equally foul.

Quite the wretched waste of a human life, wouldn’t you say?

So, don’t let them waste yours by making you sick with anger and sadness. Keep on your right track and spread the good word to other strong, compassionate people who are not betrayers. We need good, reliable people, not just people. Many people are damaged, never grew past the “me me me what’s in it for me!” stage of thoughtless hedonism, so let the opposition have those people. We’ll take the rest, as long as we don’t scare them off by our falling apart in the face of all this toxicity piled upon us.

Blow it off like a bomb, be immune.

Keep on your proper path, don’t be led off track into ill-health and suffering from the toxicity of sorry people. When you’ve been somehow directed to some more I’m-not-vegan-anymore nonsense, give their forever recited toxicity a nice big yawn and move quickly along to much better things. That’s my advice anyways, and I’ll do my best to follow it, too.

[Images from pixabay.com, except one from USDA.]

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A Serious Rant About Life’s Ruiners

Disturbing Content, not suitable for children or anyone delicate.

When internet searches go awry…

I wanted to look up some trivia about actress Pam Dawber today, and lo and behold, I came across something else, someone with the same last name. It’s a story from 2010, but we see similar today, perhaps even more so, sickeningly enough.

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Check out this motley crew, such shining examples of humanity: https://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-1321567/Care-worker-Tracy-Dawber-guilty-sexually-abusing-5-month-old-baby.html

Only if you read the full article can you appreciate the full breadth of what those people and those like them (and their protectors in government) are doing to us all. That story really pissed me off, aside from its being extremely depressing. There we have a prime example of what a slaughter-based civilized species of naked apes marching towards globalist socialism produces.

Consociationalism – where capitalism and socialism happily join forces.

And just think, there are plenty of other wastrels that approve of, patronize and enjoy what these slime bags produce. Babies and animals raped for entertainment, videos made, spread, emulated. Wealth to be gained from it all. They could be knuckle dragging idiots otherwise, but they’ve got all that tech stuff deftly mastered. And these undeniably guilty, sadistic, deranged, severely perverted people are still afforded human rights, are not put to death, are allowed to go free again someday while still able-bodied. Ever hear of life in prison or capital punishment for baby rapers? I haven’t.

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People have to be full of dread over what could happen to their children at any time; it would follow that many never allow their kids outdoors unsupervised any more. People needing babysitters on occasion must always have that chilling doubt about those they entrust with their babies. But then again, sometimes their life partners are abusing the children when alone with them. Sometimes both partners are abusing them together. Hot and steamy fun times, the “liberated” say of it all. If only all these uptight hypocrites would stop being so stodgy and stifling of human sexuality, they must think.

In this parasitic narcissist’s paradise, Larry Flynt is God.

Larry Flynt (of Hustler magazine and “free speech” fame) brags of “losing his virginity to” (raping) a hen at age 9; she was so maimed by the little sociopath that he had to kill her and dispose of her body. A really savage place in HELL is reserved for such people and those who support them.

Amsterdam in the Netherlands is held up by such liberated (proudly demented) minds as a model of sexual freedom for the world, along with all the other great “freedoms” enjoyed by socialist nations where everything is “free,” and where, purportedly, “inequality, exploitation and class have been eliminated.” In this freewheeling paradise, to judge anyone’s behavior or actions is the only sin. Anything else goes!

Amsterdam (pixabay)

The Amsterdam-based magazine Welstaat stated their sexual goals perfectly: “In the future, anything goes… You can have sex anytime, anywhere, with whoever wants it.” And evidently, if a baby, a dog, a bedridden paralyzed stroke victim or anyone else cannot or does not escape, then he or she “wants it.” And absolutely “anything goes” as far as what “it” entails. Marxist-style liberation at its finest.

“Give them bread and circuses”

…said a Roman writer regarding the Roman Empire. “Free” food and huge spectacles keep the populace happy, so they thought. But all it did was to destroy them. In 410 C.E., the Visigoths, led by Alaric, breached the walls of Rome and looted, burned, and pillaged their way through the city, leaving total destruction wherever they went. This continued for three days. For the first time in nearly a thousand years, Rome was fully dominated and taken over by non-Romans. The mass of contented hedonists were totally helpless to defend themselves or their city. Remind anyone of anything going on today?

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Good luck with your future and the future of your children, humanists.

I can’t wait to check out of this massive lunatic asylum dominated and run by the cream of the lunatic crop. I hear “heaven” consists mainly of happy, truly free animal spirits, and that there are comparatively few human souls there. Hope I get to be one of those few, at last. Am doing what I can to make up for past wrongdoings where I’ve let down or betrayed loved ones, but never will forgive myself…it’s up to others to forgive me or not. If they would I would be immensely grateful forever. I seriously do not want to have to come back to this Earth or any sort of place dominated by a species such as this one (or its fake god) ever again. Any place like that is a hell or a cruel purgatory. No more of that for me! I’ve done my damned time!

I’ve thoroughly had it up to here and beyond with life on this Earth so raped by “humanity.”

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Predators at Night – Escape from Horror

The other night as I and my brother and three of our dogs were hiking at night in a hilly neighborhood of Monterey Park, California, suddenly there was a distinctive yapping sound from the dark hills high overhead to our left. The yapping rose to howls and all sorts of unmistakable sounds from a pack of coyotes. They were frenzied, as if they were hunting and signaling to each other about where the prey had gone—or had seen us and were excited to have spotted our three dogs to kill and eat.

Photo credit: Google Maps image capture Dec. 2017 – Actual hills in the daytime; all we could see was blackness up there; the coyotes sounded ever closer. They had a great view of us in the streetlights.

We had planned on going in that direction to wend our way back to my car, but knowing we’d only be getting closer to the coyotes, we went the other direction as soon as possible. I kept hearing them as they seemed to be getting closer and closer and may have been looking for a way to get to the street from the hills; but soon it all quieted down and I assumed they’d caught an animal and were eating him/her. See this VIDEO or THIS ONE to hear what they sounded like.

Later on, as we drove to measure the hiking distance, as we passed that area the odor of skunk permeated the air. We surmised that the coyotes had killed and eaten a skunk, or more than one skunk. Apparently, when coyotes are hungry enough, the excruciating odor of skunk spray is not enough to deter them.

So we and our dogs had gotten back to the car safely, but having learned a lesson: Don’t traipse around anywhere near “wilderness” areas at night, especially not with dogs. Or at least carry an effective weapon like a walking stick, and a scary noisemaker like an airhorn or starter pistol.

For some odd reason, that incident made me recall something from long ago…

I was about 12 or 13 and had newly discovered that hugging and kissing with boys was very nice. I and my friend Jan were pretty boy crazy ever since the Beatles and Paul McCartney had been all the rage a few years earlier. We were obsessed with Paul and with Davy Jones of the Monkees, and any boy that reminded us of them was an instant object of our obsessive school-girl crushes.

Not us, but similar

Two such cute boys I’d known of since I was 11, they were D and O and lived near me. But they had well-deserved reputations as bad, sexually active boys who got girls “in trouble,” but at that time we didn’t know much, if anything, about sex and didn’t know boys near our own age could actually be dangerous. Maybe to some “slutty” girl they could be dangerous, but not to us, or so we thought.

They’d heard from somewhere that Jan and I liked them, so they started coming around and talking to us. We were very flattered, since they were “so cute” and they were known to only like the cutest girls.

But as we later found out, there was nothing friendly about their attention toward us…

They’d come around and O would smooch with Jan and D with me, and we thought it was just great and that kissing was as far as anyone our age ever went. But then the feeling up and their trying to get under our clothes would start and we’d have to exit the situation somehow and hope they weren’t mad at us.

On another occasion, my little ego was extremely stoked when some other popular boy told a group of others in my presence that I was D’s “friend” and that seemed to impress them, a lot. Little did I know.

D and his friends now make me think of coyotes, on the hunt for prey; the way coyotes lure hapless pet dogs into their clutches by being frisky—“hey come play with us, it’s all good!”—having sized them up and figured out the best way to get that easy meal. D and O were preying on Jan and me like a pair of coyotes, and we’d thought we had cute, popular, sports hero boyfriends. They even had an entourage, a pack of sorts, who showed up one night as we met D and O in a secluded area of the golf course nearby. This was where it got really frightening and could have ended horribly.

Jan and I had her two younger brothers tag along that evening, thinking things couldn’t get out of hand with them there. We planned to just enjoy some more kissing with our two hearts’ desires, but something strange was going on; suddenly about six or more other boys showed up and were lurking nearby, silently, watching. D was kissing and trying to grope me but I kept fending him off. I don’t know what Jan and O were doing, was too caught up with my situation. It seemed D was putting on a show for his nearby pack. I wondered how on Earth we were going to escape this situation. Jan’s one brother had taken off, who knew where?

Back Story

About six months earlier there had been a gang rape of a girl in an alleyway near D and O’s junior high school, in the daytime. I and some other of my friends had passed nearby and seen something very odd and frightening going on; a pack of boys surrounding and blocking the view of something obviously terrible that was happening. Later we heard that a girl had been gang raped by that pack of boys and that D and O were the ringleaders. I at 12 had no idea what “gang rape” was but knew it was something horrible. Jan and I refused to believe it was D and O; thought it had to be something else that had happened or that it was other boys. D and O were popular and great athletes; they couldn’t be lowlife rapists, could they?

Back to That Night

D was apparently wanting to get his show going and was getting angry at me for continually pushing his hands away. There was a sense in the air that things were going to get really bad and ugly, quickly. I started to walk away to get Jan and head home but D pulled me back, saying nothing. His black, soulless eyes scared the hell out of me. Then, something I’ll always thank my lucky stars for and be eternally grateful for…

Jan’s brother who’d left the scene had gone home and told his dad that we were in big trouble. Suddenly, like a gift from the angels, there came Jan’s dad’s old white Dodge Dart to an abrupt halt on the road nearby, with a honk of the horn. Jan and I broke away from our captors and sprinted to the car and hopped in, in no time flat. We breathed huge sighs of relief and apologized to her dad for being so stupid as to meet those two in a place like that. We’d really dodged a serious bullet there, having been moments away from a gang rape by eight or more boys.

After that, D never spoke to me or Jan again and was openly hostile, and Jan and I never spoke to O again either. We’d finally seen what they were and learned a huge lesson. I always wondered who that poor girl in the alley was, and how many others they’d done the same to. I thank all that is good for having escaped that awful situation due to Jan’s brother and her good old dad and his little rickety car. I don’t remember if I told either of my separated parents what had happened or if Jan’s parents told them… I would have preferred to spare them from that.

D had always been trouble…

He’d first cockily ambled his way into my sixth grade class in 1968, as a new student at the school, carrying the Jimi Hendrix album “Are You Experienced” under his arm. He was an instant smash with the girls, instantly the most popular boy in the school; a bad boy, edgy and enigmatic. He was Mexican, from a financially successful family and extremely good looking, although he was short, never got taller than about 5’5”. And he never smiled, only smirked or sneered; he was quiet, never raised his voice (one way he differed from real coyotes). But when he talked, everybody listened.

Several of the girls in that class were crazy about him and he quickly gave a number of them some serious “experience.” One had to be mysteriously absent from school for a few months. I later figured out she’d had a baby and had given it up for adoption. These were 11-year-olds here! Dennis had quickly hooked up with O in that class and the two of them went on to cause all sorts of such wreckage in people’s lives. Due to their antics, our sixth grade was known as the “grab room.” I always suspected that young D had to have been molested by women for him to have turned out so perverted, mean, and obsessed with girls and sex, especially at age 12.

I heard on the news much later on that O was killed (at age 21) in a car accident on the freeway. As far as I know, D is still alive and kicking and never got in much (if any) trouble for his crimes in life. He had to have been a narcissist and sociopath, a predator. A human coyote. But at least coyotes are only doing what they do so they don’t starve to death. With D, it was purely personal, and evil. I doubt that he ever changed and was sorry for the things he did; although, for everyone’s sake, I hope he did. “He” means all of such people. No one should ever experience their awful deeds.

[Article images, except for coyote hills neighborhood, are from pixabay.com.]