Hello Douglas. Remember a pig usually ends up as a pork roast, bacon or sausages. Is thirty minutes a few times a day worth it? Oh wow, I’m conflicted now! I watched the awful footage posted animal rights people about chickens for the meat industry. A domestic farm living chicken has a life span of 15 years. A factory farmed chicken created for the fast food industry is killed when it is 49 days old. That’s 49 DAYS old. But, I love KFC and still eat it and I’m Buddhist, I don’t eat red meat or fish. My grand father was a Royal Navy man his whole life and always refused to eat anything that came out of the sea, He had seen too many bodies eaten by ocean life, and likened it to cannibalism. My Irish-grandmother refused to eat pork products, due to a rather grisly murder in the early 1970s where a woman was disposed of in a local pig farm. Pigs and chicken are yummy, regardless of their private lives and relationships. I do fart a lot. Have always enjoyed a good flatulence session. With age comes the wind, Might as well be some pay off to advancing age. Did you get my snail mail yet? All the best T
My dear love... Yes - I’d still be mesmerized by those blue eyes looking into mine - that goofy smile when you were trying to mess with me - sometimes I wasn’t sure if you were teasing or not (based on prior experiences in life) until I saw that grin - then my world was right again. It took me many years to realize that you truly loved me - I never believed anyone did - always figured it was a game....and always hoped for more... I remember the thrill that whispered through my body when we’d‘accidentally’ touch hands - or when I’d catch your eye. We were SO young...and so in love....and so dang foolish. Now, in our twilight years - I’ll never let go - I wish I could go back and whisper in that little girl’s ear to not waste the gifts we’d been given... I love you. Then, now, and always Loving you, I am... Your Jeannie
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Remember a pig usually ends up as a pork roast, bacon or sausages. Is thirty minutes a few times a day worth it?
Oh wow, I’m conflicted now!
I watched the awful footage posted animal rights people about chickens for the meat industry. A domestic farm living chicken has a life span of 15 years. A factory farmed chicken created for the fast food industry is killed when it is 49 days old. That’s 49 DAYS old. But, I love KFC and still eat it and I’m Buddhist, I don’t eat red meat or fish. My grand father was a Royal Navy man his whole life and always refused to eat anything that came out of the sea, He had seen too many bodies eaten by ocean life, and likened it to cannibalism. My Irish-grandmother refused to eat pork products, due to a rather grisly murder in the early 1970s where a woman was disposed of in a local pig farm.
Pigs and chicken are yummy, regardless of their private lives and relationships.
I do fart a lot. Have always enjoyed a good flatulence session. With age comes the wind, Might as well be some pay off to advancing age.
Did you get my snail mail yet?
All the best
T
Another brilliant post.
manifesto
noun [ C ]
US /ˌmæn·əˈfes·toʊ/
plural manifestos or manifestoes
a written statement of the beliefs or aims esp. of a political party
(Definition of manifesto from the Cambridge Academic Content Dictionary © Cambridge University Press)
MANIFESTO
MAN
I
conFESS
TO
All the best to you and those you love.
T
Yes - I’d still be mesmerized by those blue eyes looking into mine - that goofy smile when you were trying to mess with me - sometimes I wasn’t sure if you were teasing or not (based on prior experiences in life) until I saw that grin - then my world was right again. It took me many years to realize that you truly loved me - I never believed anyone did - always figured it was a game....and always hoped for more...
I remember the thrill that whispered through my body when we’d‘accidentally’ touch hands - or when I’d catch your eye. We were SO young...and so in love....and so dang foolish.
Now, in our twilight years - I’ll never let go - I wish I could go back and whisper in that little girl’s ear to not waste the gifts we’d been given...
I love you. Then, now, and always
Loving you, I am...
Your Jeannie