Showing posts with label vegetable. Show all posts
Showing posts with label vegetable. Show all posts

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. 

Wednesday, August 8, 2012

My Prayer is Organic

Patricia Goodwin is the author of When Two Women Die, a novella about two women who died and became legends in the historic seacoast town of Marblehead, MA, available now on Amazon. She is also the author of Atlantis, political poems about the United States being another Atlantis.



This new blog post will be like coming out of the closet - most people would rather tell people they are gay than tell people they believe in the Virgin Birth and aliens. I'm not gay. I'm not a Catholic, more of a Magdalena, not a fallen woman, but a devotee of the ancient tradition that Jesus and Mary Magdalene were married, had a daughter, Sarah, and that Jesus's message to us, that we should live simply and well in small agrarian societies, was corrupted by the church, which also smashed the fresh water system as pagan. Hence, the Dark Ages. 

And, now, science and GMOs. Why bring religion into it? Can you really believe that changing the DNA of all plants, copyrighting each "new" seed as your own, not God's, then putting these deformed seeds out into nature, has nothing to do with God?






My Prayer is Organic


I believe in the Virgin Mary

She is fierce

Do not cross her!
She can burst the sun or twist the poles

And gentle

Love her!

My prayer is organic
I pray every day

I believe in the Virgin Birth
I see nothing around me that is less or more fantastic

Mother, Mary, La Mer, Mother to us all

She is on my windowsill above my kitchen sink
Where I pray every day

Every thought, every action is a prayer

Once, this same small statue of the Madonna stood in the arugula garden
At the foot of a telephone pole
Around which my great-grandmother and grandmother
Two generations of Italian Americans
Had carved a small vegetable garden
Out of the concrete of East Boston

I followed my great-grandmother down three stories of wooden stairs
Two flights for each story
While she carried the water in a large, heavy pan
Three or four or five trips
In her eighties
I can still see her blue velvet slippers shuffling
Ahead of my small feet

What do they know of such devotion?
Oh, yes, the farmers who go out before dawn every day
They are devoted
To their belief in Monsanto, a false god

There is only one organic.

The seed is sacred
As sacred as the Mother Corn and her son, The Corn God
Sacrificed, his blood poured into the earth
His prayer to heaven
The corn grows
I am as religious as the seed
As devoted as the grass
The aliens, who do not want us to destroy our earth
Write mad signals to us in circles in the grass
While they harvest her energy
These circles we cannot read: we are illiterate.

What do we know of earth’s energy?
Nothing
We are going the wrong way

God made the seed
The petals fall gently and mathematically aligned in the right place
And now, we are unmaking
The petals fall deformed and ugly
As all those who will eat the fruit

We are still in The Garden of Eden

Unmaking is the nuclear bomb
Unmaking is against God

The aliens watch us unmake! They cannot harvest unmaking! They are afraid for earth’s energy, for their harvest and ours.

Against the Mother
Against God

My prayer is organic

I cannot grasp the Mother’s energy!
How I wish like Her, I could bounce and burst the sun upon them!
To stop them

But you cannot pray for unmaking

I can only pray

write and cook and care

every day

My prayer is organic
small and organic

a seed



©Patricia Goodwin, 2012