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Animal Testing - Cosmetics

Tue, 28 Jul 2009 13:04:27 GMT

I am going to try out a new method here: be very simple and very honest. You have been warned xP

YOU ARE PAYING FOR THIS:

BECAUSE you buy these:

...and many, many others.

Now listen to me. Just listen. YOU ARE GOING TO STOP FUNDING MONEYGRUBBING GOOD FOR NOTHING BASTARDS WHO TORTURE ANIMALS LIKE THIS. Aren't you? If not, why not? Are you REALLY trying to tell me that your VANITY is worth more than an animal's WELLBEING?
Honestly- if you are reading this you are almost certainly my friend, and therefore a good person, because I don't get on well with shitty people. But even good people can do some seriosly fucked up things. And I am telling you what you are doing and I am telling you: STOP IT NOW. THIS IS WRONG. THERE IS NO WAY YOU CAN JUSTIFY IT.
The only argument that goes halfway to justifying cosmetic animal testing is that they are of lesser intelligence, and therefore worth. Guess what? Infants and retarded adults are of the same intelligence as these animals. You think we should treat them like this? You sick freak!

For information on what they do to animals and how it causes them pain: http://www.idausa.org/facts/costesting.html

Look at the above pictures again for a minute. THIS IS YOUR FAULT. Do you want this to happen? Do you want animals to be blinded, force-fed, killed, etc etc etc? Is your face worth that much?
Remember, beauty is more than skin deep. And a face beatified by cruel cosmetics hides one helluvan ugly inside.

For a full list of ethical and unethical companies look here: http://search.caringconsumer.com/
And remember children, if a company is owned by another, check the parent company. For example, Body Shop stuff isn't tested, but you buy body shop and your money turns into loreal profits which in turn pay someone to *points at the above images*. So watch out for that kind of thing, kay?

FINALLY: I might well have offended you here. Well listen, right? In a choice between offending you and saving lives, I choose saving lives every time. Besides, look what you pay for. Ugh! Quit funding this and join the cool kids and hell, I'll write a whole new blog all about how awesome you are. I mean it, too.

Thanks for reading, and hopefully changing makeup brands, and hopefully not hating me too much =]

An Appeal to Womankind

Sat, 18 Jul 2009 21:18:36 GMT

I apologise if this doesn't flow so great. I'm not really in a normal state of mind at the moment.

All I have to say is, if you ever go to get an abortion, please, PLEASE, for the love of small, parasitic children, do not get it this way:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dilation_and_evacuation

Essentially, what they do it they give you anaesthetic, shove some forceps up you and literally rip your baby to pieces, while it is still alive and fully conscious (if unborn babies can be conscious. I doubt this, but in late-term abortsons especially, the thing can sure as hell feel) before removing the pieces from your unfeeling uterus and...

well. They either chuck 'em, incinerate 'em, or...

Sell the pieces of your dismembered child to medical research facilities.

I think you can see why I'm not in a regular state of mind by now. The idea of allowing this to happen to something that is 50% you, that has been living inside of you for weeks, is just so sickening.

Anyway. They pay good prices for the bits of your mutilated baby. Assuming, that is, that the kid was very late term, and therefore big enough and developed enough for the pieces to be of any use. Exactly what they use it for I am not sure... tissue and development research mostly, although exactly what they involve I know not.

I, by the way, am still pro-choice. Just not THIS choice.

Thank you for reading, and, hopefully, not letting some unfeeling asshole rip up any babies you may not want in future. I appreciate it on their behalf =]

Hilarious Subliminal Messages

Sat, 18 Jul 2009 20:52:22 GMT

http://jeffmilner.com/backmasking.htm^^ Clicky clicky, have fun!

The "Hey! It's fun to smoke marijuana" ~ another one bites the dust one gets me every time.
The Beatles "paul is a dead man... miss him! miss him!" one is freaky as duck, don't you agree?

Britney also cracks me up xD
Yoko Ono did not shoot John Lennon, that's utterly ridiculous. Still, it makes for the lulz, eh?

Ever Feel Lethargic?

Tue, 14 Jul 2009 16:34:12 GMT

A blog about the darker times. Don't start reading things into this; I am perfectly fine and happy and all. I just like to think a lot, and if you think ALOT, and I mean really a very great deal, you are bound to come up against these things.

Sometimes I wonder why anybody bothers.
It's all such a lot of hassle, don't you think?
Living I mean. We are born. We go to school. We get qualifications. We start work. We hopefully meet somone nice and maybe start a family. We get old. We retire. We die.
It sounds like an awful lot of hassle, doesn't it? And to what end? What is the point to it all? But of course, there isn't one.
I am sorry to burst your bubble, but think about it. The strongest instinct in all living creatures is the need to reproduce. We are born to live to give birth to keep the life alive. That is what we exist for. To reproduce.
Step back. What's the point to that? If everything died tomorrow, would it matter? Really though, would it make even the slightest diffrence in the Grand Scheme of Things?
Of course not. If we were all dead there would be no one to mourn our passing. Our non-existence would effect none but ourselves, and we would be too dead to care.
So... ultimately there is no meaning to life. That's a cheerful thought, makes one feel very worthwhile.
Think about what you must go through in life. All the hours spent in school or shopping or sleeping or eating or socializing or worrying or thinking. All for nothing.

At times I think all these thoughts, and I become lethargic. When you think how there's no point in doing anything, you cannot find it in yourself to do anything. That would probably be boring if I hadn't been busy thinking about things. It got to the point where I had to find a purpose. I am not somone who can just live for the sake of it, I need a reason, a direction, an objective, a goal. Trouble was that I had skillfully depressed myself thinking about the lack of any point, and then I was asking myself to find one. It seems like a kind of retarded thing to do, I guess. But I wasnt looking for the Meaning of ALL Life, I was looking for a reason I could give myself for existing.
So anyway, purpose. If we exist primarily to create life, then I would go one better. I would exist to make life better, enjoyable even. I have talked about this before a while ago, about how I attempt to improve things or at least not make them any worse xP
The last two paragraphs I added so you don't start worrying about me. I find it impossible to talk about things like this without making people think I'm getting all emo; really Im not. I'm FINE. I just have a bad habit of thinking too much haha :D

Thanks for reading, and cheer up. It's not that bad y'know =]

Torchwood: Children of Earth

Sat, 11 Jul 2009 09:49:54 GMT

This is sort of an ethical one. It's also a Becki-talks-about-TV blog. Enjoy =]

The basic storyline of this series was that these aliens, the 456, came to earth and demanded the gov. gave them 10% of the world's children or they 456 would kill everyone. Not so huge in itself. But then it started getting fucked up. The 456 hooked the kids up to themselves and took them as drugs. The government went all utilitarian and decided to give the 456 the world's bottom 10% of kids; the ones, they said, who were destined for a life of teenage pregnancies and jail. Who would miss those kids?

So, with only 3 people left in torchwood (owen and tosh died at the end of series two) and the government trying to stop them because they knew torchwood would object to trading kids as drugs, torchwood set out to stop things. At the end of episode 4 Ianto was killed by the 456; at the time this didn't bother me tooo much because Own had died before during series two but they'd brought him back to life with this resurrection glove (k, getting too sci-fi, I know I know)- basically I thought they'd figure a way to bring him back. They didnt.

With Torchwood now looking more like the "Gwen and Jack show", the last episode was one of the most depressing things I ever saw. Literally 20 minutes of the show was devoted to footage of soldiers forcibly taking struggling kids away from screaming and tearful parents- this struck a nerve with me particularly because that kind of shit really happens. Soldiers taking kids I mean. In the Rwnadan genocide, for instance, screwed up things like that happened all the time. It's a war, no one misses missing kids.

Anyway. This guy Frobisher, who worked for the gov, got told he would give his kids to the soldiers willingly for "innoculation" (the pretext they gave for taking the kids). Frobisher didn't like that, hell no. He took a gun and killed his wife, his two childeren, and finally himself. I liked him for that. I know that sounds fucked up too but, really, that's what I would have done. Well, near enough. I'd have told the wife and together we'd have gone and asked the kids if they would rather be taken away from us and have horrible things done to them or die. Whatever they answered, we'd roll with that.

Eventually Jack figured a way to kill the 456, but it involved blowing up his own grandson. Betcha can't guess what he did. Sooo the 456 exploded and the 10% of kids were saved...

But this made no sense. The gov made the tank for the 456 to live in without being threatened at all. From this ending it seemed that, if they hadn't done that, everything would've been OK. So that made no sense but yeah...

I don't think there'll be anymore torchwood now. At the end Jack buggered off to find a new life for himself, seeing as how he'd fucked up his earth one pretty nicely, and Gwen was 6 months pregnant. I can't see her running round risking her life for world security with a family behind her. So yah...

That's all I have to say. Just felt like breaking that down for y'all who don't watch it lol

When Prank Calls Go Bad

Fri, 03 Jul 2009 18:31:47 GMT

Last night at 1.05am, I was awoken by Daisy (my phone), who seemed to be trying to vibrate herself off my bedside cabinet. I grabbed it before it fell and looked at the caller ID; just some random number, and besides it's late, so I reject it. Then I see that they'd called before at 12.05am (I slept through that one) and had left a message. Curious, I decided to check it out.

The first thing I heard was a tolling bell, and I knew straight off that Something Was Not Right. Next, the sound of someone breathing in and out, in that heavy, nasal way horror movie killers have of breathing. There was a kind of whispery noise, a deep sigh in my ear, and then a sort of scraping, sliding noise, like something (a body, said my overimaginative mind) being dragged across ground. The bell tolled again, and again. Another deep sighing breath.
All this took 5 seconds.
By this point I was freaking out like all hell. I didn't know who was calling me or why, but I was 150% certain that it was some wierdo hell-bent on scaring the crap out of me, who had somehow got hold of my number. And if they had my number, what's to say they didn't know more? Like, say, where I lived. And they'd called twice, in the middle of the goddam night.
I ripped the phone away from my ear and pressed hang up. All this did was clear the number "1" from the screen- you press that to listen to your messages you see.
Another toll of the bell. Another deep breath.
I stabbed the hang up button again and this time it hung up. By then I was really, really freaking out. I expected the voice belonging to the breathing to say something like, "the bell tolls for you!" in a freaky voice and cause me to have a heart attack. I figured it was one of those stupid prank calls you get, where your friend calls them and they call you and claim you're their long lost kid or something whilst your friend wets themself laughing at your reaction.
But in the middle of the night? Who the fuck is awake enough, and mean enough, to want to scare me at 1am on Friday morning when I have to go to work in 7.5 hours?

And so I did what I am very good at doing, as most people who know me know; I got scared. My heart was beating so fast and so hard that I could physically feel it beating, like a fist trapped inside of me trying to uncurl its fingers again and again and again.

I am 15 years old; this is a good age because you are neither adult nor child, and so can act like either one as you will. At this point I did what I would have done had I been 5 years old again and seeing venemous pythins in the towel rail; I went and woke up my mum. It took me about 5 minutes to come to this decision, largely because today is my mum's birthday. I figured it would have been pretty mean of me to wake her up today, of all days. But I did, because it was that or sit tight for 6 hours waiting for some psychopath to call me again/burst through the window and kill me to death.

So anyway. My poor old mum was very good natured, she got me a glass of water and made me calm down and all, and then she got my phone and listened to the whole message. It went on just as I described it above for over a minute. There was another after that, pretty much the same, that they must'v left when I rejected the call upon waking up. She then said to turn silly Daisy off and go back to bed, both of which I did, having by then returned to the more adult side of 15 and begun to feel like a bit of a fool for getting so worked up over a stupid phone call.

SOOO anyway, that is what happened. That is but one question answered though, what I want to know now is WHO and WHY?
The only people I ever give my number to are my friends. So I am kind of forced to come to the conclusion that someone has either passed it on or delibarately done this. The only person who has my number who isn't my friend used to be, but why she'd decide to be a bitch again now (we haven't had any contact in over a year) of all times is beyond me.

SO. If you are the culprit, or if you passed my number on, please let me know. I'm not going to be mad, I swear, I'm a very forgiving person (which is largely why only one person out of all I ever gave my number to is no longer someone I wish to know). I just want to know who did it and, if possible, why. If you did it for laughs then there you go, I bet you found my description of recieving the calls hilarious. Now own up. You owe me.

Thanks for reading and/or attempting to help me track the psycho xD

Things Will Now Slow Down

Sat, 27 Jun 2009 19:38:56 GMT

I looked at the little calendar thing that tells me when I have posted blogs, and realised I need to slow down a little.

So... the opportunity to slow things down has presented itself; for the next two weeks I will be off on Work Experince.

I'm going to work in the Liberal Democrat MEP office in Durham - my mum's best friend from uni happens to be in politics =P

But anyway, this means I will not have time to blog so much, so although I might well talk about my first day on monday, other than that things should be pretty quiet for a while.

Bye for now XP

Drunkenness.

Fri, 26 Jun 2009 19:23:13 GMT

I know quite a few people of my own age or younger (I'm 15 if it helps) who have at some point in life been drunk. This should probably be quite worrying... we aren't meant to be able to touch the stuff yet, never mind get drunk. But it isn't, not really. I mean, these things happen all the time. It's nothing new.

I personally am not a huge fan of alcohol. I mean, some stuff is quite nice, but then again things like red wine burn the carp out of your throat and you don't really get much to compensate other than a weird warm feeling, which lasts anywhere from 5 minutes to hours depending on how much you drink. Betcha can't guess which end of the scale I'm on xP
(Disclaimer: all alcohol consumed by Yours Truly was legally done ie at home under adult supervision or at church when we went with school, hence wine burning)
But once you go past a few drinks things get really crap. This is all based on observation rather than experience btw: people start getting really happy, laughing at nothing and staggering around making friends for life with strangers. People fall over a lot or puke on themselves. People's emotions go insane and they become hysterical; either crying or laughing or both. People lose control of their rational minds and start behaving in a ridiculous manner and/or do things they will regret.
Some malicious individuals will put things into others' drinks, sometimes relatively harmless, often with criminal intent. And then you wake up the next morning with the headache from hell. If you keep drinking regularly, you could well end up with liver damage.

Not to sound like Scrooge or anything, but is all that really worth the warm happy feeling?

Not in my opinon. I don't ever want to get drunk- I mean the idea of being so euphorically happy as to be utterly unaware of my own actions is not an idea that appeals to me at all. Anyway, Im kinda wary of drink anyway because I reckon my liver's already pretty screwed; when I was about 2 I dislocated my wrist and was fed around half a bottle of calpol (the max. dose at that age is 5ml I think) by a scary woman with red lipstick and matching hair who wouldnt stop smiling even as she rammed my wrist bones back into correct position. So for me, risking further liver damage would probably result in serious health conditions, death etc etc etc. Yeah, I'm probably a killjoy. Yeah, I shouldn't knock it till I've tried it. Well, I don't need to try it to know how it works. Do I need to have been hit to know that being hit is a Bad Thing? No. This kinda falls into the same category.

So, my dear reader... please comment your thoughts, drunken experiences etc etc

Thanks for reading =]

Michael Jackson Lives On!

Fri, 26 Jun 2009 16:02:28 GMT

I know, I know. I had to, sorry.

Most people think of Michael Jackson first as the dead king of pop, second as a child molester, and third as the guy with the plastic face. Only the first is accurate.

Numero 2 is incorrect because: the judge did, after all, find him not guilty both times. I reckon he probably did touch the kids, but not in that way, you know what I mean? I doubt he even knew that he could be bollocked for what he was doing. I mean, he was famous from the age of 11. He never really had the chance to grow up properly like regular people. And his dad abused him, at least according to wikipedia. I'm not defending molestation, but seriously, what do you expect?

Numero 3 is incorrect because plastic surgery does not involve plastic. The word "plastic" derives from the Greek plastikos meaning to mold or to shape; it is nothing to do with actual plastic. People are really freaking stupid sometimes. I'm sorry but people who think plastic surgery involves plastic are about as irritating, to me, as those who use "of" where grammar dictates there should be a "have" eg "should of". The fools.

So anyway. In his spare time he married Elvis' daughter and had 3 kids, not neccesarily with her (IDK, sorry), was diagnosed with a skin-lightening condition + something else which made him sensitive to sunlight (which is why he was black in the 80s and magically became white by 2000). He also openly supported around a zillion charities (OK, 40 max) and made some pretty damn good music.

Unfortunately, MJ also managed, despite making billions from being the King of Pop an all, became severly in debt. Just when he was about to make a huge comeback and get money, he died. Sucks, huh?

BUT he is not dead! I mean, he is dead as in no longer breathing, no longer posessing a pulse etc. But he is very much alive so long as people still remember him. Shakespeare, for example, got pretty frikkin old living like that xD
So we will continue to moonwalk, to argue over whether he really did screw with kiddies or not, to play his records and dance (badly) to them. And until we stop doing so he is not dead.

So anyway... we will miss ol' MJ. He was pretty awesome while he lasted.

RIP.

Borderline Anarchism

Wed, 24 Jun 2009 19:32:19 GMT

Anarchism is the political view that there should be no government and we should all get along using a system of mutual co-operation.

Half the time I'm of a similar opinion.

I hate the way governments have so much control over you.
Up until the 80s or 90s you could still be hung for treason.
Nowadays they have the right to stick you in a cage if you do something they say is illegal.
Or if they think you did.

Im not saying I want rapists and serial killers and so on to be allowed to wander the streets as they will; Im saying I don't like that they have so much power over us. Over me. When did I consent to this? Oh yeah- I didn't. And yet by living here and being a citizen of this country I must abide by the rules of this country.

I could just move. But all countries are the same, most worse; in many US states you can still be killed for killing, in Iraq and so on you can be killed for sleeping with someone of your own gender.
This is something that has always confused me; it is wrong to kill, so the US gov. will kill the killers. No one should have the power to take a human life against the victims' will; so they'll make you a victim of the crime you perpetrated. What?
This would be more understandable if they raped rapists, stole theives' TVs and so on, but they don't. How is one thing OK but not the others? The law makes no sense. So; moving's out.

Of course, I could go set up a country for anarchists where we all shared the necessary work; no one would be exploited or hungry, and there'd be no need for money.
That's the kind of society I would like to live in.
But the only uninhabited country is Antarctica, and that's because it's uninhabitable. Also, it's owned by many other govs and so on, so that idea too is dead in the water.

So what are people like me meant to do?
Give up to society, go quietly when they come for us, and vote for the government whose policies bear the closest resemblance to your own. This is a fat lot of frikkin good if you don't want a government.

I apologise for going all extreme-left-wing on you. I'm not actually an anarchist- although I do very much like the idea, I have a bad feeling that if it came about it may go down little better than communism: people wouldnt want to co-operate, people wouldn't want to take responsibility for their own cock-ups, the stronger would begin to take advantage of the weaker, and so on.

No, I am a socialist. This is vaguely similar to communism in that ultimately, the goal is for one world gov. Humanity as a whole would vote to decide what to do with the worlds recources: we'd split the food and water etc equally between everywhere and there would be no room for discrimination since we'd all be ruled by ourselves, since we'd all be so deeply involved in the gov.
This still isn't 100% my ideal of what I would like the world to be. But it is the closest I can get to it that seems remotely likely of ever coming about, if you know what I mean.

Thanks for reading, even though it was about politics xD =]