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The crowing of the rooster outside my window seems that he is demanding my respect and the respect of everything else within its vocal reach.  He starts at 4:30 every morning and then in the distance you can here the other pompous birds throughout the north side of the mountain, here on the island of St. Thomas, calling back, almost choral at times, with respect and also demanding respect of their own, this will continue throughout the day every day, well, until all the roosters are gone.  His 3 hens are always close by as though under his spell and sometimes they come with chicks, little puffs with legs scuffling around their mother and picking on the scraps within the yard.  The rooster though, maintains his dominance and often times you can see him scold one of the younger male birds that would wander through the space of this mighty neighbor of mine, not quite ready to accept their own weakness, the wanderer, as though in denial about the situation and wanting a family of his own has but forgot just how dangerous a fighting rooster can be, ready for war and to the death when caged so violently by that of man.

The crowing of the rooster outside my window seems that he is demanding my respect and the respect of everything else within its vocal reach.  He starts at 4:30 every morning and then in the distance you can here the other pompous birds throughout the north side of the mountain calling back, almost choral at times, with respect and also demanding respect of their own, this will continue throughout the day every day, well, until all the roosters are gone.  His 3 hens are always close by as though under his spell and sometimes they come with chicks, little puffs with legs scuffling around their mother and picking on the scraps within the yard.  The rooster though, maintains his dominance and often times you can see him scold one of the younger male birds that would wander through the space of this mighty neighbor of mine, not quite ready to accept their own weakness, the wanderer, as though in denial about the situation and wanting a family of his own has but forgot just how dangerous a fighting rooster can be, ready for war and to the death when caged so violently by that of man. They are fighting cocks and they were brought here during the same time as the slaves, however, the slaves found their emancipation, on their own mind you, when 30,000 of them revolted with justice at their backs, against the white minority and long before it was given thought within the US States.   This is the way of the people here, that they would enjoy seeing two roosters put in a situation and unable to retreat leaving them with only one choice, fight and kill or be killed.  I wonder if it ever crosses the minds of the handlers of the life within this bird, furthermore,  I wonder if the bid finds resentment for its handler, that is, if it happens to be the winner within the fight.  It would be my assumption that there never is a winner in this situation as sooner or later they all end up dying at the hands of their host, maybe the slowing by age or wound from past battle, they surely with find their own demise.  So unfortunate that it would be at the hands of men that these birds would find this situation, that only men could create, as there is no other animal on earth that could do such a thing as to find sport in the killing of others, regardless of their advantage.  

It was considered not long ago, here in the islands.  Actually Puerto Rico found criticism for the treatment of the birds, the nature of the sport by agencies that would do all they could to protect the other species that inhabit this earth, yes, those tree hugger's, those ones that would eat barn floor sweepings rather than entertain the thought of meat.  The islands would hear nothing of it and I do not recall ever hearing anything about it again.   The notion was quickly stifled faster than the idea got a chance to fully immerse itself within the minds of consciousness.  Very unfortunate as I would have joined that cause, I would stand up for my brave neighborly friends and take to the streets in order to make right the lives of these that do not have the strength to defend themselves.  Tragic really, these wonderful and majestic birds, filled with pride and strength of their own to become victims for the sport of men with all their cruelty and selfishness.    Unfortunately, there was nothing to join, the people of these islands, more than 90 percent have accepted this treatment and therefore will not have the foreigners dictate what they do on their island, of coarse, their own hypocrisy knows no bounds with this matter as who is to say these islands are owned by anyone, as far as I am concerned, I see it more as these islands own us.  But, just to excited the conversation within many lets say these islands are owned by their inhabitants.  I would beg to differ however, as the assumption that it is their island.  Would it not be the rooster's island as well?  They were brought here at the same time, the people and the roosters, they were left to inhabit this land and to try and find commonality with one another.  It just so happens that men have a tendency to promote dishonor and more often than not will kill anything or anyone that would get in their way from profit or some type of gain.  

It is natural of men to kill, since the beginning of time men have killed for food, for sport, due to malice, jealousy, and pure psychotic episodes.  Its often sad to me, that men, with all of their adaptation over time, more evolved are the emotions and the thought process's throughout our time on this planet, yet the further we go down the line of time, the further we find ourselves exhibiting pure insanity when it comes to trying to justify the killing of anything, other than that of food.  And in many cases, I would be inclined to say that a sustainable diet is obviously capable without that of protein through meat.

Men are killers!!  We kill for food, meat, something rarely needed but constantly justified, we kill for sport, a more realistic trend but just killing to kill is something that men do best.  Men are always killing, they are always conflicting in wars over this or that, this land is my land, this oil is my oil, this gold is my gold, my god said so, the list goes on and on.  Its as though the kingdom of men has found itself without a conscious.  The species of all species within the world, that has evolved so much, found a world of technology, progressed more within the past 50 years than the progression of man throughout the time of our beginnings, yet we are petty still as to go out of our way to kill rather than not.  And furthermore, for anyone to support such an act on the back of their god would be essentially stripping their god's omnipotence and indulging in the sins they so criticize.  To kill for gods sake is to kill the though of god at all, to murder his creation, regardless of which god you speak of, and it seems that war has become the true god, for we worship war and military advantage, pushing our wills upon the wills of others, men, animals anything that can and will be controlled.  If it cannot be controlled then it is killed brutally and swept to the side in the name of men and the road to peace.  Justified through any measure that would try and find logic, yet finding logic in killing would be finding logic in no birth.  To live is to die and we all die sometime but it seems that this time is going to be dictated by someone else because control is their god, war is their god, financial wealth is their god and peace is their hell.  Peace, peace is a farce, a word thrown around, an idea that has no truth and no meaning.  Peace is something you find on your own, in your own mind, your own head, in the world of you is peace but do not expect that this peace is actually something that agrees within the minds of two beings, human beings that is.  When was the last time you ever saw peace, although in our boarders we may live in our trumped up materialized world with all the trimming while enslaved by our Fractional-Reserve way's of living until we finally die at the hands of our government whether we be in some far off land killing or right hear voting for the killers, working ourselves to death in order that our children might have a better life.  Reality says that our children's lives will be ravaged with war just as our is, our parents' were and all the generations throughout time have been warring for some reason or another.

Freedom isn't free, bullshit, freedom is a right that has been taken away time and time again from everyone by the worlds few humans who would have you believe that freedom isn't free.  Those officials would have you believe that stability and good is sending the lives of all those brave, young men and women they send off to other poor and already ravaged countries.  This is good in order to engage in offenses while occupying for the wealth of a few who maintain control.  Some of us have the right to an education under an indentured servant system as we pay off the debts throughout our lives working for someone else who may or may not decide to pay a living wage because the living wage is not decided by the person paying you for your work.  For others they would work themselves to the bone and live in substandard conditions, possibly never truly getting the opportunity to own their own land and have their own home and live comfortably in it.   Privatization of everything while trying to justify that if it is owned then it will be cared for, however, the level of care will be decided by the owner and you will not have the freedom to enjoy it unless you carry the cash of entrance.  You have the freedom to send your child off to war to kill other poor people, you have the freedom to work yourself to death, you have the freedom to be disenfranchised by a two party government in which almost all of them reek of corruption and you have the freedom to die, sooner than later if you live on the streets with nothing and no one, while some retire in their old age and have the freedom to just barely make it until the last day of breath and then they fall into the forever sleep that would finally give them true freedom.  And for the other's, the ones in control, they have the freedom to live off the backs of those they kill, over seas and at home, they have the freedom to make the rules that would control me and my rights.  

Obviously, some people have had the reality of being owned, yet another atrocity of men and something that has been in existence since the beginning of mankind.  The brutality of it all and the flawed gene within the human being that would bring one people to think they could own another, while controlling them without consciousness as though psychopathic in nature are all men.  It must be the flawed characters of all men, there is no other way to understand how a people once decimated and brutally treated could now, in turn, wall in a territory as though a fighting ring and have thrown the cocks together until one has finally fallen to death, and do the same to another, or how an enslaved people could allow themselves to take the life of any being for financial gain such as the sporting of fighting roosters.  

This disruption within the cycle of life is a disgust for all to see and at some time I do believe that all have or will see it, whether the smashing down of buildings to the invasions of countries, the arena of fighting men have become the arena of fighting cocks and the outcome is always the same.  Someone dies.  How long before those that do the killing become the killed?  As people march within the zone of war, they march with the fighting cocks, they march to certain doom and the outcome is always the same, everyone dies at some point, just like the rooster outside my window.

Originally posted to cheftdp on Sun Jan 11, 2009 at 09:31 AM PST.

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