What’s for supper did somebody ask? Slaughterhouses become new dumping grounds for undesirables. It was only a matter of time before someone discovered, that when you do that which would enrage even the most vicious among us, and protect those acts from view by wrapping houses of slaughter in barbed wire, using only the most sophisticated surveillance equipment to detect any outsiders, to protect that which carries the label top secret, cloaked as classified information all that goes on there, keeping the public from viewing the crimes committed against God’s animals, that someday one of your own would end up on somebody’s platter. It was only a matter of time, but it has been going on since houses of slaughter have existed. People vanish without a trace. No longer does the mob or Uncle Sam rid the world of the evidence of their dirty deeds by using cement in shallow rivers. Oh, no…not anymore. Got too messy for that. The world has changed: too many eyes taking in the views. It’s to Mr. Slaughter you go, to be ground up with the rest of the pigs and cows they deem you are. Neat and tidy is what it is and no one’s the wiser. So, that hamburger or hot dog or sausage or luncheon meat you just ate may very well have remnants of yourself in it. That’s right. Humans. Don’t believe me? Check the news on 13 February 2002–in Canada.
As all of you very smart people out there know: if it’s happening in Canada, it’s happening everywhere. They don’t have to kill you, then drop you in a fifty-five gallon drum of acid to dissolve the fact that you ever existed on this planet. They just take you inside the highly guarded gates of hell–real hell–on earth–then let the enslavement, torture and slaughter party begin. The hell you only think occurs in the after-life is right here–in every slaughterhouse in the world. They’re in your back yard in every state, in every country. And, you could be the next one slated for the ride–to end up on somebody’s plate. You don’t have to commit a crime to get there–in fact, most people who end up inside the barbed wire protected houses of slaughter never did anything to anyone–except perhaps disagree with an important person or two or three.
Ever wonder about the cloak of secrecy surrounding slaughter? Meat processing plants they call them. What’s the purpose? If it’s okay to do, you know, all legal, and you all support it by eating the remnants of the crimes you don’t call crimes, then once again, why the secrecy? And who’s watching in case they want to torture you in the process? They don’t have to stun you first. You don’t think they really do that? Remember Dick Cheney saying on TV to imagine the worst possible thing that could happen to a person, and that somewhere on earth that is now happening? He wasn’t talking about water boarding. That’s the least offensive in that category of torture and slaughter.
Everybody long ago–turned their backs on those you call God’s forgotten children. They turned their backs on the very animals their declared owners claimed to love as they sent them off to slaughter–to die a horrific, tortuous death–as they murmured with tears in their eyes and a heavy heart, “I’m going to miss you; you know I love you”.
Well, my God has a memory like a herd of elephants, in case you’ve lost yours. Organized crime, and now organized government crime, have taken a new twist–a new turn–in how they rid the world of the bodies who interfere with their corruption. Uncle Sam who for years learned the ropes from the dopes, are the ones yanking the chains of the pulleys as your body gets hooked, right in the back, skinned alive, for an extra measure of pleasure–to satisfy the perverse, vengeful urges of your enemies. A private viewing they get, while all dressed up in their designer clothes and hair cuts, adjusting their diamond cuff links, as they watch you get dumped into the vats of ground up sludge you have all come to identify as meat. That’s right. Yours.
I told you that you’d be eating your brother’s flesh and drinking the blood before your God is through with you–and you didn’t believe me. In what country do they value human skin–besides for burn patients–and who sells it on the black market? And even for burn patients, where do they get the skin? Well…why don’t we rid the world of its scum, under the name of fighting terror. The homeless; yes the homeless; start there; they’re disgusting; and why should we pay their way? They litter up every city. Organs, skin, bones, anything we can use to make money.
Not all the people who get to see Mr. Slaughter end up on your plate. Done at night it is. Always at night–always in secret–always carried out with the precision of a brain surgeon or the military trained in special operations, wanting to keep the only job they know how to do. Outrageous? You bet. Truthful? You’d better bet on that too, unless you’re ready to lose your shirt. I told you from the beginning, I told you a long time ago, I tell it like it is. That’s why I work alone, so I don’t have to turn my back on enslavement, torture and slaughter.
Mr. Slaughter will deny it. Wouldn’t you? Powerful faces lie behind the operations that high officials keep private for top secret’s sake. Not for long they won’t–as the slaughter industry prepares for a tumble from which they cannot recover. And, rightly so. My God has told the world from the beginning: let my animals be free! Invest in anything green. Soy is the future. Soy is the miracle the animals have been waiting for–whether you have been or not. But, why not eat right, so you won’t need a pig’s heart or a monkey’s liver? Why is everybody so hot for other animals’ organs? Preserve your own. So, McDonald’s will go belly up and then what, we lose all that money they give to children’s charities? And, why do we need so many children’s charities? Because you’re eating the blood and instructing your children to do the same. And, when anything or anyone eats it’s own, it self-destructs. We’re all animals.
Open up the slaughterhouses. What, the electrical barbed wire fence is to keep the cows from jumping the fence? Wake up! It’s to keep you from seeing the horror inside, because if you did, you’d shut them all down. You’d find something better to eat. McDonald’s has many options, one of which is to convert their restaurants worldwide to animal-free, strictly plant based fast food. Can’t do it? Sure you can. I know you can.
The world isn’t going to wait forever; they’ll shut you down. Better to be ahead of the curve than trailing up the rear.
Those cows you say you love as you send them to slaughter are going to throw up in your face. You over-engineered them. They’ll be talking soon.
When you start playing God, you never really can predict with accuracy the outcome.
You will not be forgiven. Jesus had nothing to do with what you did.
Jesus was not crucified so that you could keep violating animals. Animals are not food. Plants are food.
Excuses won’t he allowed or heard at this global trial.
I could be wrong I could be right. One thing for sure, they’ll start talking soon.
WORD WARRIOR DAVIES-TIGHT™ 