Before I start a couple of websites. This one proves that the internet can be dangerous in the wrong hands. And this one is a perfect demonstration why they call the ’70’s the decade that time forgot.
Now onto the title. Do you realise that there is a group out there which is fiercely under-represented? These brave souls are raised in captivity and when they are old enough are removed, packaged, bought as if slaves, cooked (usually alive) and then eaten! And the excuse given is that they cannot talk! Well, neither can my dog, but if I cooked and ate her, I would be done for cruelty. This group are VEGETABLES!
I was enlightened to their plight by the following song by the Arrogant Worms, called Carrot Juice Is Murder. You may see it as an amusing diity, or a clever parody of arguments used by vegetarians, but I see it for what it is. A CALL TO ARMS!!!!! The song goes thus
Listen up brothers and sisters
Come hear my desperate tale
I speak of our friends of nature
Trapped in the dirt like a jail
Vegetables live in oppression,
Served on our tables each night
This killing of veggies is madness,
I say we take up the fight
Salads are only for murderers,
Coleslaw’s a facist regime
Don’t think that they don’t have feelings,
Just cause a radish can’t scream
Chorus:
I’ve heard the screams of the vegetables (scream, scream, scream)
Watching their skins being peeled (having their insides revealed)
Grated and steamed with no mercy (burning off calories)
How do you think that feels (that it hurts really bad)
Carrot juice constitutes murder (and that’s a real crime)
Greenhouses prisons for slaves (let my vegetables go)
It’s time to stop all this gardening (it’s dirty as hell)
Let’s call a spade a spade (is a spade is a spade is a spade)
I saw a man eating celery,
So i beat him black and blue
If he ever touches a sprout again,
I’ll bite him clean in two
I’m a political prisonner,
Trapped in a windowless cage
Cause i stopped the slaughter of turnips
By killing five men in a rage
I told the judge when he sentenced me
“This is my finest hour
I’d kill those farmers again
Just to save one more cauliflower”
Chorus
How low as people do we dare to stoop,
Making young broccolis bleed in the soup
Untie your beans, uncage your tomatoes
Let potted plants free, don’t mash that potato
Oh spare the spud! Eat a cow instead!
I’ve heard the screams of the vegetables (scream, scream, scream)
Watching their skins being peeled (fates in the stir-fry are sealed)
Grated and steamed with no mercy (you fat gourmet slob)
How do you think that feels (leave them out in the field)
Carrot juice constitutes murder (V8’s genocide)
Greenhouses prisons for slaves (yes, your composts are graves)
It’s time to stop all this gardening (take up macrame)
Let’s call a spade a spade
(is a spade, is a spade, is a spade, is a spade……)
Power to the peas! Give peas a chance!
All we are saying, is give peas a chance
BROTHERS! SISTERS! ARE YOU WITH ME? I SAID, ARE YOU WITH ME?
Will
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