Antibiotic Resistance endangers Human Life

“Take care of the people instead of the critters” is an argument that is tried again and again in order not to have to deal with the subject of animal rights. Many factors speak a clear language for the connection between animal and human rights activism. Enormous cultivation areas are required to feed the approximately 80,000,000,000 farm animals, which are preferably planted in rainforest areas, for which the corresponding forests and people have to give way, with all the known consequences. In addition, it is extremely inefficient to pass high-quality food through the animal before it is given to humans. Around 80% of the nutritional values are lost in this way. With a purely plant-based diet, no child in the world would have to die of hunger anymore. So, the connection is not that difficult to find. Another is the administration of antibiotics to animals whose bodies are eaten and antibiotic resistance and the formation of multi-resistant germs.

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My Street – My Rules

Wilhelm Wurst was a good driver. At least he thought he was. Since he was a little boy, he dreamed of big, high-horsepower cars. He worked hard to be able to afford his dream car, a neat little house and a nice lady. But the most important thing was and remained the car. The house was there so that you could put your feet up in the evening and be served, the garage to be able to park your beloved car in it and the mistress on the front passenger seat. „I’m a happy man,“ he said when he entered a room with at least one person with a swollen chest that showed the half-open shirt. Casual, masculine, a gift for women, he was convinced of that.

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When it happens to me

At some point, if you’ve lived long enough, you think you know everything, have seen everything, experienced everything, heard everything. Maybe there is a little nuance here and there, but when you hear the beginning of a story, then you already know about the end, until, yes, until your own story teaches you that things can always turn out very differently.

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You crept into my heart

Actually, I’m the prince in the house. Not from the start, of course. When you come to your owners as a small puppy, the first thing to do is to sound out the situation. Smart dogs do that, and with all modesty, I can count myself to this breed. Not like others who storm into the house with over-zeal and impertinence and take possession of everything. People don’t like it that much. A puppy is looked after a lot, but something sticks in the memory. I, for my part, acted shyly.

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Day of the Mother

Mother’s Day – Mother’s Day, her special day
Breakfast is made for her, optionally brought to bed
Ham roll, soft egg, coffee with milk
„How nice it is to have my children around me,“ she thinks,
“To be with each other, maybe we will go on a trip”.
And while she is allowed to be a mother
i.e. being allowed to be with her children,
does she not think about it
that there are millions of mothers in the world
where the togetherness at this very moment
is denied with their children,
forced to give birth
never be allowed to be mothers
for ham roll, soft egg and coffee with milk.

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Free-Range Humans

Volker Matis, secretary of the chairman of the Club of the Ten Biggest, which includes the ten largest corporations in the world, was lucky to be able to take part in the secret summit. Within a very short time he had managed to make himself indispensable for his boss, Mr. Hademar Wilhelm-Cock. He carefully switched on the tape recorder to record his immediate superior’s opening speech.

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The Christian Mendacity

„I am the way, the truth and the life“, John (14,6) says in his Gospel Jesus. The way we go, the truth we proclaim and the life we should respect. But most Christians, whether in the hierarchy up or down, do not care. But what do Christians have to do with Jesus? Aha, he went the way? That can be, but that is too much trouble for me. They hear the message, every Sunday, leave the church and do it very differently. For what lines their way is mendacity and death.

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Easter – The Murder Festival

Easter, I always thought, and that’s how I learned it, is the feast of the crucifixion and resurrection of Jesus Christ, the Son of God, the Messiah, who came to earth to redeem people. So much for Christian teaching. That is why people flock together on the Day of Resurrection to praise the one who has overcome death, the last lamb that has been slaughtered. They sit there in awe, listening devoutly to the words of the priest who praises this victim and glorifies it. The church is dumb and humble, the preacher verbose, but while this final conquest of death is celebrated and marveled at, the good news is heard with a frozen expression, even the house of God, as it is so euphemistically called, is full of death than it is it is customary to bring our fellow creatures to this resurrection mass in dead form. There they stand in front of the altar, to which women have no access, the baskets with the bodies of the dead, neatly chopped into pieces and arranged. But not only that the priest doesn’t hunt them to hell with the murder victims, no, it is also blessed. In summary, while celebrating the resurrection and rejoicing that no more sacrifice is necessary, millions of victims are offered. God’s creation is buried while Jesus leaves it. An obvious contradiction that is not seen.

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The Experimenter

„Look, he finally woke up,“ a female voice penetrated his ear. He was lying on a cold table. It was immediately clear to him which table it was, a clinically clean one, his experiment table, to which he had already strapped so many animals. The times when you could nail the animals that science played games with were unfortunately over. How much he wished he had lived Claude Bernards or Rene Descartes at the time. You could still do whatever you wanted in your laboratory without someone constantly messing with you. But these days, every little thing on a mouse had to justify yourself as if a mouse or 10,000 or more were involved. They, he and his team, did a great job for science. He tried to sit up, but he was chained to the table. He could not lift his arms or legs an inch. Even the head was fixed with a neck cuff, so that he could not even turn it from left to right, but could only look straight ahead, in the middle of the blackest darkness as it seemed to him.

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Until the last Breath

Caught in the mundane
absorbed in all the things to do
pressed together
by the pressure of the factual,
I had no choice
because I didn’t want it.
No time.
No patience.
No need.

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