This morning was progressing typically as I enjoyed my organic and fairly-traded coffee, cashew creamer, and inulin while scrolling and clicking my way through my Facebook feed. I came across a picture comparing Beavis and Butt-Head to Donald Trump's two sons. Hysterical! It was pretty spot-on. I say "heh heh heh" to myself at least a few times a month so I love a good Beavis and Butt-Head reference. I shared this to my timeline and added snort snort as a comment to try and set the tone. I knew anything touching on The Donald couldn't avoid some political overtone but I hoped the snarky, cartoon funniness would take over - (hey, believe me, I am utterly anti-Trump and his offspring. In fact, I believe even Beavis and Butt-Head would think those sons are douchebags) - because I really don't do politics online or with people.
As life will have it, my most political friend saw the post right away and, while she definitely thought it was funny, jumped directly to the more political. She can't see anything about the Trump sons without redlining and I can't blame her. She commented below "Aholes" and ... posted the picture of them with the leopard they murdered.
Which I immediately wanted to delete. Because it makes my heart bleed and I always hide it.
Which brought up this question - am I doing something wrong when I do this?
As a vegan and someone who wants to save as many animal lives as possible, am I obligated to find and share these images?
Which led to the real question - how am I going to do animal activism? Not what am I going to do, but in what style?
How do I do vegan right?
“If you end up with a boring miserable life because you listened to your mom, your dad, your teacher, your priest, or some guy on television telling you how to do your shit, then you deserve it.”
― Frank Zappa
My only conclusion is that I have to do animal activist as my most genuine self. If being vegan embodies who I am then nothing else is sustainable. Or even makes any sense. This seems obvious, here, now, in the orchestrated serenity of my home but I know how it's going to get, how my self confidence can get wrecked by the push-pull of other activists and their beliefs about the right way to win the war.
Well, I've never believed too much in war. I'm going to have to try and win a heart or mind whenever I get the chance. Oh, I'll ponder on how to get more chances, sure enough. But I'll move forward as Robin because there is just the one and I'll do more good for everyone as that than as a pale imitation of anyone else. And I am just so tired of being bored.