Kill Culture
"There's room for all of God's creatures...right next to the mashed potatoes!" - Unknown Little Southern Girl
So...here I am, a simple turkey, sitting quietly in the dark wondering aloud to all around who would listen (who, in this instance, are little more than the crickets giving unto us their somber nightly concerts) about a little something that's been bothering me. Bothering me for quite a while, now. Something that just ain't sittin' right, like a wishbone accidentally ingested.
Rape.
The word alone is enough to send the shivers a'comin'. As we all should know, rape is a terrible, terrible thing; something that should never be shot for, and yet it's an unfortunate reality for far too many of you folks out there. Truly, my feather-clad heart is with you in your endeavors; you didn't deserve it, after all. And let's be clear about this; there should never be rape. Ever. Never then, never now, never again. And yet, there existed a little thing in your society known as "rape culture". Or, as is my understanding, the simple brushing of an abhorrent act under the rug for one reason or another. Simple ignorance, not wanting to acknowledge the elephant in the room, deflecting blame to mask the horrid truth about yourself, all that jazz.
See, the thing of that is, that kind of thinking is, for lack of a better description, fucked. The fact that there are far too many people out there who take it with a grain of salt and not a single cry of disapproval or condemnation is enough to make the spirit weep. Like, seriously, what WORLD are you people living that something like that is seen as OK? What twisted, mongoloid logic do you possess where that would EVER consider it an acceptable norm? "Rape culture"...
Yeah, OK, it's perfectly logical, perfectly fine to sweep it aside, to point fingers, to say she (AND he) was "asking for it"...hah...right...they're "asking" for physical violation about as much as your vapid face is asking to be punched out the backside of your head for looking the way it does...oh, what's THAT look?? Don't like hearing that?? Well, T.S., dipshit! That's YOUR real world, NOT MINE!! FUCK OFF! Funny how it's not fine for me to say that about YOU, and yet poor Sandy down the road who spent an hour being almost torn limb-from-limb "had it comin'" for merely being in the wrong place at the wrong time? Think about it...give that unbelievably bass-ackwards train of thought a ride and see how fast it derails! I don't get it...DO YOU??
The point I'm making is that, if you can believe it, there exists something in your society that's just as awful, just as loathsome, just as ACCEPTED, and unfortunately the poor fools affected haven't the voice to speak up and make it heard. Like many others in the aforementioned scenarios.
We turkeys, by the millions, are mindlessly killed every year for a November celebration.
And that's...fine.
No, really, that's fine! That's PERFECTLY TOLERATED IN HUMAN SOCIETY! Because it's a "PART OF HISTORY!" Vehement plucking, decapitation and vivisection served with more than healthy doses of potatoes and cranberry sauce. Oh, that WHITE MEAT! Such succulence! Such delicious grotesquery!
But why? Why is THAT considered a more rote scenario? How is such a physical atrocity overlooked, or worse yet, the GOLD STANDARD?
From what I understand, it's not OK to physically manhandle a HUMAN, but it's reasonable to desecrate an animal. You brush it aside, you pretend the source of your meals weren't real creatures that lived, breathed, existed. You accept it as normalcy based on some belief that because you mastered the art of technology that makes you superior to us. "Kill culture", as I'd like to call it.
"Kill culture" is part of your history, and should STILL be, whereas "rape culture" shouldn't be, yet WAS and STILL IS.
It has been for a VERY long time. Only now, the veil has been slowly lifted and you're seeing part of your physically selfish history for the venomous canker it is.
I wonder -- I wonder if it's possible to choke to death on irony, for I'm finding it INCREDIBLY hard to breathe at this moment. I can't even fathom that audacious idiocy behind it. The two-dimensionality, the expectations, the glorification...I can't...I gotta have a drink before I sputter into a rage.
But...eh...I guess it doesn't matter to you because, well...we're animals. We have no rights, no reason to live save for placating your whims. We're here to entertain you, to be tamed by you, to be murdered for NO DAMNED REASON for you, all due to an unfortunate flaw in your design that made you mentally evolve faster than you should have.
It doesn't matter. Turkeys don't count. We're here to serve you.
Like women.
Like rape victims.
We brought it on ourselves for existing.
That's how it goes in your world, right? Use and use and use and use and use and use until there's nothing left. And then what? THEN WHAT?? Tell me, Mister Evolved! I wanna know!
*Sigh*...I'm sure the answer is in there somewhere, amidst the effluvium known as "humanity". Maybe we'll all know it sooner or later, one way or another. But until then, I hear you're having my friend Gustav for dinner tonight. I'm sure he asked for it.