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FOOD CHAIN

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Humans are the most vicious predators and murderers of life forms in the history of Earth.  The “food chain” is a poor excuse to justify the premeditated slaughter of other sentient beings.  What is your opinion of another life form that will kill and eat your dead body? Criminal? Cannibal? Carnivore?

The fact is that you really don’t need to eat dead animal bodies to live.  The largest, longest-lived and strongest animals on Earth are all vegetarians.

IT’S ALRIGHT MA, ONLY THE GOOD ARE MURDERED

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The good beings of the Earth are murdered by beings who ensure that our spiritual slavery continues.

Here is a photo montage of good beings who were murdered by the evil ones.

Musical accompaniment provided by Bob Dylan….

Indira Gandhi assassinated

John Lennon assassinated

Robert Kennedy assassinated

Malcom X assassinated

Martin Luther King assassinated

John F. Kennedy assassinated

Mohandas Gandhi assassinated

Abraham Lincoln assassinated

Jesu, son of Mary assassinated

Socrates forced to commit suicide by the citizens of Athens

MURDER

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Murder is porn“It occurred to me at some point this fall that I had written similar deaths in at least two of my books, and popular fiction is heaped with other examples of the same thing. Have you set up a moral dilemma you don’t know how to solve? Is the protagonist sexually attracted to a woman who is much too young Bag_of_Bonesfor him, shall we say? Need a quick fix? Easiest thing in the world. ‘When the story starts going sour, bring on the man with the gun.’ Raymond Chandler said that, or something like it — close enough for government work, kemo sabe.

Murder is the worst kind of pornography, murder is “let me do what I want” taken to its final extreme. I believe that even make-believe murders should be taken seriously; maybe that’s another idea I got last summer. Perhaps I got it while Mattie was struggling in my arms, gushing blood from her smashed head and dying blind, still crying out for her daughter as she left ”

~ Stephen King, Bag of Bones