I derive a weird satisfaction from not giving a fuck about the decline of grammar.
Q:I'm vegan but have a dog. I don't deprive my dog from meat as I know they are carnivores and I feel to do that would be cruel. I purchase ham pieces from the supermarket but do you know of the most ethical place to get meat from? I know it's never ethical but a bit more ethical that a supermarket?
I would always suggest getting scraps from butchers or buying directly from farms that you’re able to visit. The thing with dogs is that they’re omnivorous so they do need other foods for nutrition as well. As long as you don’t feed him/her dry food, it’s fine really.
Dogs are omnivorous the way humans are omnivorous. Their ability to digest non-carnivorous foods is no more indicative of it being an optimum diet anymore than a human’s ability to digest non-frugivourous foods.
A dog has no nutritional need for non-carnivorous foods, and many appear to suffer from their inclusion, particularly in the forms of grains and starches.
Q:Oh that's what you meant? You worded it weirdly so I thought it was some made up bs but now I see and I'm very sorry
It’s that it feels so much like when everyone stopped talking about Iraq and I still had friends dying there, or the war in Afghanistan everyone has forgotten is STILL going. Or the drone wars in Yemen, Somalia, Pakistan, and elsewhere that no one seems to talk about.
I have friends and family being wounded and killed, and people are acting like none of it is happening.
It’s hard for me to be patient when a civilian tells me thinking and talking about the war in Iraq is too hard.
What a luxury it must be to have a choice.
To not think about it. To be able to not think about it. To close your eyes and NOT see the wailing mothers holding their dead children. To not think about a child cowering in terror because of what has been done in our names.
I wish I could shut up about it. I’d sure alienate a lot less people.
I wish I could stop thinking about it. I wish to god I could stop hearing the shriek of rockets and screams of people.
But I’m broken that way.
Or maybe Jacob was right and it’s just a soldier’s heart. But I can’t stop.