in http://peta-sucks.com/smf/index.php/topic,19663.0.htmlDear inbred,
I am writing to tell you that I have finally seen the light.
It seems you were right all along. Keeping animals is nothing but slavery.
As of today, I intend to turn over a new leaf. Liberation, not slavery is to be the order of the day.
This morning when I got up, I went outside and opened the gate. I told all my animals that they are now liberated. They can do as they please. They all quickly ran out through the gate and I closed it behind them.
Slavery is dead.
Yes inbred, slavery is as outdated as sending small boys up sooty chimneys.
No more will I have to carry heavy bales of hay and straw in the morning before I go to work, in the dark, and at night when I get home, again in the dark, when the temperature is below freezing and the wind is howling, so that my animals can be comfortable and well fed.
No more will I have to defrost the drinker, when the temperature is -40F, so that my animals can get a drink.
No more will I have to shovel excrement into a wheelbarrow then push that heavy wheelbarrow across rough ground before tipping it, then going back to do it again, so that my animals can be clean.
No more will I have to mend the fence, in the dark, with frozen fingers and with the flashlight between my teeth, when the temperature is below freezing and there is a gale blowing, so that my animals can be safe.
No more will I have to drive to the auction mart to buy the aforementioned hay and straw, load said hay and straw onto a trailer, drive it home and unload it, every six weeks, so that my animals can survive through the cold Canadian winter.
No more will I have to drive to the store that closes before I officially finish work, so I have to leave early, to buy minerals, salt, dog, cat, rabbit and chicken food, so that my animals can not only be fed but well nourished.
No more will I have to drive to the aforementioned store, having left work early, to buy wood and nails to mend the aforementioned fence.
No more will I have to stop the car at the end of the drive to open the gate, in the dark, drive through, stop the car again, and close the gate behind me so my animals cannot wander on to the road where they might cause an accident or be injured.
No more will I have to stop the car at the other end of the aforementioned drive, get out, open another gate, drive through, get out again, and close the gate behind me so that the animals cannot get at the aforementioned hay and straw and spoil it, which they surely would do.
No more will I have to get up in the middle of the night to let out dogs that forgot to pee before I locked the door for the night.
No more will I have to get up in the middle of the night during calving and lambing season to check that the cows and ewes haven't dropped their babies in the snow and wandered off and forgotten about them, as some of them are prone to do.
No more will I have to take the aforementioned babies into my house and wrap them in warm blankets after the aforementioned mothers have dropped them in the snow and wandered off and left them.
No more will I have to walk for miles so that my dogs can have some exercise.
No more will I risk getting scratched, bitten, kicked, trampled, or knocked over because the aforementioned animals don't realize how big and strong they are and how weak and feeble I am.
No more will I have to go to work to earn the money to pay for all the aforementioned items, and anyway my job entails more slavery, and I'm giving that up.
And as I am not going to work, I will sit around and watch tv, or play cards or talk to people via instant messaging.
I will probably be sued when someone hits a cow that is laying in the road in the middle of the night and writes off their car.
I can worry about them, knowing that they are having to scrape away the snow to find a few blades of last years grass, that they have no shelter when the temperature drops to below freezing and the wind is howling, and that they are at constant risk from coyotes, farmers guns, and the old machinery that litters the Alberta prairies.
Within a few months I will get depressed and maybe suicidal, because there will be nothing to live for.
I will have to see a psychiatrist and take medication and become a burden on society.
But that's alright, because even when I feel like shit I will know that I have done the right thing in letting my animals go free.
Oh wait a minute, what's that noise I hear? It sounds like mooing, bleating, humming, clucking barking, and braying.
My animals are all standing by the gate waiting to be let back in. I wonder why that is? I know you won't believe this, inbred, but they think having a human slave is preferable to having to fend for themselves.
Oh well, back to the grindstone.
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