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Substitutes for human love. Less risky than a human
relationship. And when the 'affair'

is over you can always put your pet to 'sleep'. An
affair of convenience. The convenience of the dominant
species.Capture. Domesticate. Exterminate.

Alongside the exploitation of animalsfor laboratory
experimentation, the pet and petfood industry is
enormous, feeding off our alienation from each other.
Sentimentalizing animals to fit in with our deprivation
and need for love, physical contact, and control. So
the prettiest and most appealing pets are fed and
pampered in return for companionship and obedience.
Where have we heard that story before? The Miss World

contests? The pretty docile pets of male sexist
fantasy.

Capture. Domesticate. Exterminate.

A new girl every year. A new wife every seven year
itch. And the Nazis who selected the pretty Jewish
girls for their

brothels in the concentration camps. They murdered the
old and the ugly. Discarded

them to use their bodies for soap, lamp- shades and
even to feed their guard dogs.

I was a young girl child in the second world war. All
men were soldiers. I couldn't tell from their almost
identical khaki uniforms which were 'ours' and which
were 'the enemy'. Some of them came home on leave and
mingled their tales of fighting on the front with
snickering stories about the reputed brothels of Port
Said, where the prostitutes were offered side by side
with donkeys, who were screwed and abused just like the
women were. Extra, extra thrills and treats. I couldn't understand the hot-eyed glances and laughter at these
stories. I was frightened. I am still frightened. And
of course male military macho ethics

approved of these brothels rather than encourage
homosexual contact between

The ranks. Military regimes are terrified of love
developing between soldiers. Balls

Must mean toughness and courage. But the bullet rips
through and reveals the

Vulnerability of male flesh. Almost as tender as a
woman? Almost as vulnerable? They dare not admit that
possibility

Listen. Butchers are men. The master Race.
Manipulators. Tormentors.

Manufacturers of meat. Think about it. You rape and
plunder the entire range of living Creatures. You train
the young to follow in Your footsteps by word and by
deed. Give Up your knives. Take instead the
Vulnerability of your own body. Your

Fragile penis. Cherish love between men and man. Learn
the tenderness of your

own genitals before you so carelessly pene-trate the
bodies of young and fertile girls.

Learn first the mysteries of contra-ception and love
and respect. In the meantime do not be surprised if the
rest of us rise up and turn against you. We can invoke
nightmares of revenge worse Than you can imagine. And
the woman may rise up who will have her knife. And in
the name of life she will take up her knife, and,
castrating, will avenge even the the least laboratory
rat that, discarded, ends up in the tin of Pal you