Early Morning. Or the end of a long restless night.
This will be hard to write, but it has been going around in my head for a long time. The painful truth.
I wish I had never read the reports. I wish I had never seen the pictures I have posted on my blog ... the photographs of small children, cold, wet, sick, starving, crying, terrified, drowning, dying.
The photographs of pretty, bewildered, wounded little girls, raped by males with hot genitals - as their "brides".
The photographs of dogs and rabbits and geese having their fur and feathers and flesh ripped from their living bodies, bleeding, shrieking. The images of cows and lambs having their throats cut. The images of living puppies being hung by their necks, ripped apart limb from limb, boiled alive for the pleasure of laughing, taunting, Chinese, Korean and Thai savages.
The naked bodies of emaciated men and women piled one upon the other, their naked, terrified children in their arms, being shot by Nazis.
The bodies of thousands of living, lowing, terrified cows being piled high one upon the other enroute to be slaughtered. The bodies of thousands of frightened pigs being crushed tight one against the other enroute to be slaughtered.
The crying, screaming, burning, bleeding, choking, drowning, helpless innocent souls haunt me. I am haunted by the truth. I am in pain and I can't sleep and I cry.
And so should every decent person who faces the truth. See for yourself, if you dare to face reality. Then make it stop. Please make it stop.