Radical ARA’s and Blood Lust

It’s apparent now. The force that drives you all has come into clear focus. I have watched and waited for it and now there it is. You are all blood thirsty. You vegans all have at some point in your lives danced next to the edge of the sadistic lust for killing. There is a tiny thread of humanity in you and when you could SEE yourselves for a moment, you ran your self loathing psyche as far away from your shadow selves as fast as you could.

David Warwak, on discussing rationalizing his past as a fishing guide:

And you may argue, “but I doubt that fishing satisfied any kind of sadistic bloodlust.”
In a way, it did. I didn’t realize it at the time. My warped mindset at the time, thought: the more the fish stuggled to stay alive, the better the fight, the better/healthier the meat was/tasted. I was so far removed from reality, I would fillet fish still alive. I am still ashamed. Anyways … my point is, I didn’t realize at the time, I was doing anything wrong because that is how I was raised. This just illustrates how important it is that we reach the children now as they are being fooled as we speak.

Camille Marino, on the topic of Warwak’s fish killing:

Actually, I’ve never fileted a fish in my life. I did murder one several years ago — took a live fish and fed it to an egret named Wimpy. But Wimpy was spoiled by human interference. He impaled the fish repeatedly but left it there to die; wouldn’t eat it. So I threw it back in the water and watched it struggle to try to right itself and swim while it left a trail of blood flopping around in the water.

Camille, on the topic of her Mother:

I starved my mother to death. she was weak and dehydrated and her brain was starting to go… and all she wanted was a chicken corpse to gnaw on.

mommy died!

Warwak, on mother and milk and blood:

I remember vividly how absolutely I hated milk as a child and I did not like meat. I had a natural aversion to it. I was forced to eat it and drink milk to a point where I felt like I had to trow up. When I could and mother did not look, I pored the milk down the drain, so did my brother. I also hated butter it made me gag and interestingly I also deplored eggs. Because I was forced to eat that stuff I eventually got used to some of it, I guess it’s called acquired taste.

I NEVER was able to drink milk, the ghastly smell of cows milk, that I had to get, directly from the “Bauer” never left my nostrils.

I remember when I was a child thinking many times that I could not wait to grow up, so I would not have to eat all that stinky stuff like kidneys, and liver and brains and meat and blood sausage and milk. I hated it with a passion.

Camille:

bathe in renderings — eat cadavers and slurp secretions — Fat fucking selfish corpse-munchers — soulless corpse-munching mother fuckers — secretion-slurping flesh-eaters — putrified corpse parts, avian menstruations and secretions

Warwak:

Greedy mother-fucking corpse-munchers — schools are feeding children murdered diseased animals and their cancerous nasties — One corpse-munching nation under god, indigestible, with death and misery for all — Americans to feed their offspring blood, misery and death

Such disturbing and vivid imagery. Most “humans” don’t visualize like this. This is a reflection of your souls. The more you have tried to stuff the monster inside you into a tight container, the more distorted and twisted it has become. Instead of you owning it, in your fear and loathing, it has owned you. You have become what you most feared. Sadistic Hannibal Lectors.

Written by MsInformed of Peta-sucks, used with permission. Original Post can be found at “Radical ARA’s and Blood Lust“

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