Substitutes for human love. Less risky than a human 
relationship. And when the 'affair' 

is over you can always put your pet to 'sleep'. An 
affair of convenience. The convenience of the dominant 
species.Capture. Domesticate. Exterminate.



Alongside the exploitation of animalsfor laboratory 
experimentation, the pet and petfood industry is 
enormous, feeding off our alienation from each other. 
Sentimentalizing animals to fit in with our deprivation 
and need for love, physical contact, and control. So 
the prettiest and most appealing pets are fed and 
pampered in return for companionship and obedience. 
Where have we heard that story before? The Miss World 

contests? The pretty docile pets of male sexist 
fantasy.

Capture. Domesticate. Exterminate.



A new girl every year. A new wife every seven year 
itch. And the Nazis who selected the pretty Jewish 
girls for their

brothels in the concentration camps. They murdered the 
old and the ugly. Discarded

them to use their bodies for soap, lamp- shades and 
even to feed their guard dogs.

I was a young girl child in the second world war. All 
men were soldiers. I couldn't tell from their almost 
identical khaki uniforms which were 'ours' and which 
were 'the enemy'. Some of them came home on leave and 
mingled their tales of fighting on the front with 
snickering stories about the reputed brothels of Port 
Said, where the prostitutes were offered side by side 
with donkeys, who were screwed and abused just like the 
women were. Extra, extra thrills and treats. I couldn't 
understand the hot-eyed glances and laughter at these 
stories. I was frightened. I am still frightened. And 
of course male military macho ethics

approved of these brothels rather than encourage 
homosexual contact between

The ranks. Military regimes are terrified of love 
developing between soldiers. Balls

Must mean toughness and courage. But the bullet rips 
through and reveals the

Vulnerability of male flesh. Almost as tender as a 
woman? Almost as vulnerable? They dare not admit that 
possibility



Listen. Butchers are men. The master Race. 
Manipulators. Tormentors.

Manufacturers of meat. Think about it. You rape and 
plunder the entire range of living Creatures. You train 
the young to follow in Your footsteps by word and by 
deed. Give Up your knives. Take instead the 
Vulnerability of your own body. Your

Fragile penis. Cherish love between men and man. Learn 
the tenderness of your

own genitals before you so carelessly pene-trate the 
bodies of young and fertile girls.

Learn first the mysteries of contra-ception and love 
and respect. In the meantime do not be surprised if the 
rest of us rise up and turn against you. We can invoke 
nightmares of revenge worse Than you can imagine. And 
the woman may rise up who will have her knife. And in 
the name of life she will take up her knife, and, 
castrating, will avenge even the the least laboratory 
rat that, discarded, ends up in the tin of Pal you