day of the bullies by david irving
Conservatively speaking, approximately 100 million vertebrates in the world are experimented upon annually by the animal research industry of which approximately 22 million animals belong to the United States. Most of the animals are killed after research. While the animal research industry has managed successfully to brain wash the public into thinking animal research consists primarily of medical research, that is not the case. A large portion of animal research takes place in the cosmetics industry, the military, the EPA, the FDA, private research laboratories for industrial use, animal food companies, and others.
an immodest proposal | sink your teeth into this! by jason miller
Let’s face it, my fellow freedom and burger loving Americans. It is becoming painfully obvious that our non-negotiable American Way of Life is increasingly under attack. Yet while our meat consumption may be a wedge issue our foes are using against us, it can also be our salvation.
childfree by choice | by jennifer m. best

When I was little I never had big dreams about weddings or my future husband. I didn't sit around planning future baby names. I made the choice to become child-free in October 2006 when I found out I was twelve weeks pregnant. While I hmm'ed and haww'ed about the possibility of becoming a mother, I knew that deep down I never really wanted to be a mother.
some things hurt more, much more than cars n' girls by sadi ranson
I was just listening to the song “Cars n’ Girls” by a group called Prefab Sprout (if you don't know them, they are worth looking up and are an Irish band and well worth the time). The song is their response to Bruce Springsteen and before I can say anything, that is, if it remains that I have anything to say, let me quote from some of the song for you here and remember, the song is intended for Bruce Springsteen, whom I also happen to like, but Paddy-boy’s point is well-taken here (*note that Paddy is the lead-singer for the group);
bing prime | guyzi
A friend and I were talking about Bing Crosby. I guess there’s a new bio about him currently in circulation and it’s a little persnickity but interesting anyway. “The first hip white guy,” Artie Shaw once remarked, about Bing. It’s a little hard for those of us raised on the Bob Hope version of Crosby to see him as hip, but what struck me talking about that time and place was an American vitality that now has curdled into something as corrupt and rancid as Dick Cheney’s snarl. I’m talking about that mid-century power surge that managed to compensate for it’s own rapacity through sheer dynamism. An explosion Westward into what seemed like endless open space. New forms of popular art unfolded with an unforced transformative beauty. Movies, jazz, comic books even.