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Vegan Japanese Round Up
The thing about being anti-abortion is that for most people, it is about making easy choices.
Once you’ve defined terminating a pregnancy (which is, by the way, the most likely natural outcome of a pregnancy) as “killing a child”, it really is a no-brainer. “Should I be for baby killing, or against baby killing?” is not a question most people need to ask themselves, or stop and think about.
Even better, this bit of mental gymnastics inexplicably leaves millions of people and the laws of many countries in favor of “baby killing”, which means there are that many million people you can feel better than.
You haven’t done anything. You have not improved anyone’s life. You have not made the world a better place. You have not helped any living soul on the planet, but already, you are better than millions of people.
And if you decide to “do something” about abortion?
Carry a sign.
Put some pennies in a box somewhere.
Reblog out of context, mislabeled, or misleading pictures of babies, fetuses, and parts of pregnant bodies.
Now you’re a superhero. Now you’re a crusader. Now you’re fighting the neverending battle for truth, justice, and precious little babies at Christmas.
Of course, if you really believed deep down inside that millions of actual babies are literally being murdered all the time, you wouldn’t be putting pennies in boxes, would you? It’s convenient to your self-esteem to be able to tell yourself that the stakes are as high as the lives of babies and the soul of a nation, but it’s convenient to your lifestyle that you know, deep down inside, that they really aren’t.
If you’ve got a lot of time and passion, you can go down to a reproductive health clinic (where there may or not actually even be any abortions performed, and where there are certainly a myriad of other necessary health care services being performed) and scream misogynistic insults at anybody who braves your gauntlet.
Maybe she’s getting a pap smear.
Maybe she’s getting an ultrasound for the baby she plans on carrying to term.
Maybe she’s going to terminate a pregnancy she really wanted, but can’t have.
Maybe she’s going to have an already dead fetus removed from her body.
Maybe she’s going to have an abortion because she’s pregnant and doesn’t want to be.
It doesn’t matter. It doesn’t matter to you. All that matters is sides: you’re on the right side, she’s on the wrong side. And you get to engage in the most vile impulses that wrack the human brain: shouting, screaming epithets, hurling accusations, attacking the vulnerable, reducing another human being to a mass of tears and convulsions and you can do it guilt-free because you have constructed a reality where this person in front of you, whatever might actually be going through in their life, is a proxy responsible for the deaths of millions of tiny precious little babies and you, you are the fearless Soldier of Good who will save them.
Being anti-abortion is all about the easy choices.
That’s why you don’t hear about many “pro-lifer” who decides to bravely die rather than terminate a life-endangering pregnancy, trusting in God to decide whether parent and/or baby shall life.
Oh, yes, they’ll find people who make the decision to carry on with pregnancies that are high-risk, and they laud these people as proof of the lies of the pro-choice movement… never mind that there are many pro-choice people who make the same decision. That’s the nature of choice.
I’m not talking about high-risk pregnancies. I’m talking about situations where it’s not even a risk any more. Where are the martyrs to life? I can show you pro-life women who went and had an abortion when it was convenient for them, not even medically necessary. And it’s not hard to find pro-lifers demanding that other people carry a diagnosed dead or fatal-to-the-parent fetus to term because “doctors can be wrong”. Where are the pro-lifers who make this choice for themselves?
When the wives of conservative politicians have an abortion to end an ectopic pregnancy or other similar condition, it gets reduced to “a medically necessary procedure” that’s certainly not an abortion, no, don’t call it that because if there are two things the pro-life movement is sure about it’s that abortion isn’t a medical procedure and that it is never necessary.
But anyone else undergoing the same procedure? That’s an abortion. And it’s wrong.
Because the pro-life movement is about making easy choices and easy judgments. It’s convenient crusading. Invent an enemy so unconscionably horrific that you can’t help but look good and feel good opposing them, so widespread and close to home that you don’t have to give up your life at home to combat them, and so ultimately harmless that there is literally no risk to you in standing up to these horrible, bloodthirsty monsters.
But if it happens that you need an abortion, you’ll have one. Because you’ve been making the easy choices all along. And if you get pregnant and choose to keep it, in spite of… whatever… you tell yourself that’s a triumph against choice, when in fact it’s a triumph of choice.
Plants are not conscious.
Plants do not feel pain.
Plants lack a central nervous system.
Plants lack sentience.
Animals are sentient beings.
Comparing eating plants with eating animals is laughable and if you’re sticking up for “plant rights” you eat both things, without plants you would die. Take a long look at your life.
This has been a PSA (◡‿◡✿)
A vegan can’t even post about how emotionally draining being aware of animal cruelty within our animal product over saturated society is without non vegans laughing and calling them stupid and calling us over emotional whingers and mocking our pain.
And the fucking thing is, these are the same people who will be like “Why do vegans hate meat eaters? I respect your lifestyle why don’t you respect mine”
No you fucking don’t respect our lifestyle at all (not that we fucking asked for your fucking respect in the first place, we would much rather you respect non human animals and stop funding their suffering)
You’ll wait for us to say something your tiny fucking speciesist, anthropocentric minds can’t comprehend and then, eyes set to kill, you relentlessly attack, belittle and harass us. Why? Because we want innocent non human animals to live a life free from oppression, suffering, exploitation and being fucking killed. How fucking dare we, right?
I very infrequently talk about the emotional pain I feel being critical of the vastness of animal cruelty, mainly because it feels like it takes focus away from the real victims, non human animals (because honestly in comparison to what they feel and what they have to endure my depressions is nothing)
Here is one of the very few times I will talk about it:
How fucking dare you.
You have no idea what it feels like for your pleas for compassion to time and time again fall upon deaf ears. To have yourself completely ostracized and alienated from every single aspect of society. Your family, friends, work colleagues. Everyone. To be attacked and mocked almost daily for nothing other than wanting animals to have the right to life. You watch as seemingly loving, passionate people turn into the biggest uncaring bigots as soon as the suffering of non humans comes into question. To watch helplessly as older generations indoctrinate newer generations into not giving the slightest fuck.
You don’t have a fucking clue what it is like to be reminded of the pain and misery non humans face everywhere you turn. You can’t watch TV without being barraged with 298749 advertisements for products of animal exploitation and suffering, you can’t go outside without seeing people mindlessly consuming products animals were tortured and killed for, you can’t walk down a street without the smell of searing flesh wafting straight up your nose, you can’t go into supermarkets without being inundated with hundreds and thousands of products that remind you of the fucking horror animals go through to end up there, most of which have lovely fluffy packaging with images of happy smiling animals, as if taking absolutely everything away from them is nothing at all. Look at how happy this cartoon cow is! Buy this cheese dipshit, don’t think that maybe an animal spent their entire life in utter fucking misery, who cares, don’t worry about it.
It is so fucking normalized.
And believing that it is just so accepted is as easy as it is escaping it.
You have no idea how many times I’ve held blade to skin, clenched a fist full of pills, closed my eyes as I crossed the road just fucking wishing that all the knowledge I have of non human suffering would just exit my mind, just for a second.
How dare you
What fucking nerve you have that you can ignore their pain and mock our pain on behalf of them. You have no idea how numb I have to make myself just to be able to get through the fucking day.
Maybe vegans are over emotional whackjobs
You are an indoctrinated, uncaring fucking asshole that doesn’t have the shred of empathy it takes to realize that what is happening is beyond fucked up and that compassionate hearts break daily just trying to comprehend this madness.
Stop being so fucking callous about a pain you so clearly can’t understand.
If you hear me talking in really cutesy baby talk there is a 100% chance I am talking to an animal and not an actual baby.