I'm So Sick Of Betty White. Never

Everything Is So Sad And So Wonderful.

As Soon As I Realized That I Didn't Need Meat To Survive Or To Be In Good Health, I Began To See How Forlorn It All Is. If Only We Had A Different Mentality About The Drama Of The Cowboy And The Range And All The Rest Of It. It's A Very Romantic Notion, An Entrenched Part Of American Culture, But I've Seen, For Example, Pigs Waiting To Be Slaughtered, And Their Hysteria And Panic Was Something I Shall Never Forget.

I Have A Terrible Image In My Mind Of A Cow Going To Slaughter. There's Not A Lot Of Fight In Them. Pigs, They'd Squeal And Thrash Around. They'd Fight. It's Almost As If Cows Don't Know They Have A Choice. Not That They Don't Panic, But They Do So In A Quiet Way.

Let Whatever's Going To Happen, Happen. Don't Judge It Before You Do It. Sure, Sometimes It Will Be Terrible, But Sometimes It Will Just Be Amazing. That's Where The Gold Is.

Now Men And Women Are Separate And Unequal. We Should Be Hand In Hand; In Fact, We Should Have Our Arms Around One Another.