Sunday, March 25, 2018

Violence Belongs To The Meat-Eaters: I’ve Never Seen A Vegan With A Gun




Jesus Enters Jerusalem, Palm Sunday


It’s Palm Sunday, named after the day Jesus rode into Jerusalem on a donkey and the people placed palms on his path. The donkey symbolized Jesus’ humility, the palms, peace. Talk about a demonstration! Peaceful though it was, it sparked the jealous and paranoid violence of rulers, Roman and Hebrew.

Yesterday, students marched worldwide for an end to gun violence. From Parkland, Florida to Rome, Madrid, London, Paris, and small towns across the planet, children and adults picked up signs and banners to combat violence with love. Paul McCartney appeared in New York City to pay respects to “a good friend of his who was shot nearby.”

When I think of peace marchers, I see pink-hatted men and women with babies on their backs. When I see pro-gun rallies, I see meat-eaters with guns; I see their violence in their screwed-up, screaming faces and their brandishing fists.


Actor, Charlton Heston upholding his rifle

In 1979, when the American hostages were taken in Iran, I remember one of the macrobiotic seniors summing-up terrorism: “They’re eating meat in the desert.”

For a macro, this statement is crystal clear. Meat is extreme yang and for human beings, very hard to digest. The result in the human body is tension, anger, closed-minds, stubbornness, and violence resulting from the continuing eating of meat: dirty blood and all that follows: dehydration, constipation, organ stress and failure, cancer, heart disease and other degenerative diseases. Eating meat causes all that. Eating meat in the desert is not a balanced way, nor a traditional desert way of life. The traditional eating of a desert-dweller, a Bedouin, for instance, is lentils, yogurt (made from goat’s milk), grain, dried fruits and tea. Traditional peoples of most cultures did not slaughter and eat animals on a daily basis. Animals were slaughtered only for special occasions and feast-days. The anger and violence that develop from meat-eating is intense enough without adding the desert to the mix, extreme heat, dangerous dehydration, nor all the drugs most terrorists are taking, including daily captagons, the pill that makes a violent terrorist feel invincible for 24 hours.

To a macro, you’re not really vegan if you’re eating sugar or taking drugs.

Drugs. Here’s where Hitler (50-80 million killed in WWII) and Adam Lanza (who gunned down 20 first-graders and six adults at Newtown's Sandy Hook Elementary School on Dec. 14, 2012) both of whom claimed to be vegan, come in. I remember seeing a vegan video once in which a young woman went through a super-market pointing out all the stuff that was ok for vegans. Most of it was not real food at all, especially the boxes of breakfast cereal she zeroed in on and exclaimed, “Vegan!” No, sorry, not animal, but certainly not vegetable either.

Balance. Please don’t try to be vegan while taking drugs. Macros consider all drugs to be drugs, including the medications Adam Lanza was prescribed – I can see it in his eyes, no need to deny it – or the bowls of pills Hitler gobbled up.  

And don’t consume huge amounts of sugar. And chemicals. You’ll wind up as stable as an inverted triangle.

And, hopefully, not with a gun or nuclear weapons of your own. At home, we wonder about what drugs Trump is on, and his buddy, Kim Jong-un.

Right now, desert terrorists seem to favor a diet of chicken nuggets, Jolt Cola and captagons. I’ll close with an example of the violence chicken nuggets can provoke:




For more on violence and diet, please see my post, Crime and Diet. (Click here.)

©Patricia Goodwin, 2018

Patricia Goodwin is the author of When Two Women Die, about Marblehead legends and true crime and its sequel, Dreamwater, about the Salem witch trials and the vicious 11-year-old pirate Ned Low. Holy Days is her third novel, about the sexual, psychological seduction of Gloria Wisher and her subsequent transformation. Her newest book is Telling Time By Apples, And Other Poems About Life On The Remnants of Olde Humphrey Farme, illustrated by the author. 

No comments:

Post a Comment