#antivegan

[vegan-nom-noms]

Easy Vegan Double Chocolate Chip Cookies

[metaniomenos]

The “look”

There’s something unmistakable about them. You see one, and you already know. The dyed, brittle hair, the vacant, screen-burned eyes, the weak chin, the soft, puffy face untouched by discipline or hardship. The slouched posture, the irony-laced clothing draped over a malnourished frame, or worse, a body bloated by years of synthetic hormones and seed oil sludge. You don’t need to hear them speak. You don’t need to know their opinions. You already know.

Trans activists, radical feminists, vegans, leftists—they all have a look. It’s a kind of physical manifestation of their beliefs, as if their bodies have conformed to the very ideology they serve. They are malleable in mind, and so they become malleable in form. Their faces lack definition, their expressions are permanently strained, their entire physiognomy reflects what they are inside—soft, sickly, devoid of strength, devoid of anything resembling conviction or certainty. It is not merely a coincidence. It is not random. This is what happens when you reject truth, when you sever yourself from God, when you let nihilism and despair dictate every aspect of your existence.

A person’s face tells a story. The structure of the jaw, the clarity of the eyes, the way they carry themselves—these are not meaningless details. They are reflections of something deeper. Strength, courage, discipline—these things leave their mark. So too does cowardice, self-indulgence, and moral rot. And when you look at these people, what do you see? You see something malformed. Something off. They have none of the marks of a life lived with purpose. No sharpness, no presence, no quiet authority. Just a formless mass of resentment, confusion, and decay.

The men—if you can call them that—are the worst of all. They are the physical embodiment of submission, of fear, of castration. Their jaws have softened, their shoulders have caved in, their movements are hesitant, apologetic, the posture of someone expecting to be struck down at any moment. They wear weak, ironic smiles or anxious, darting expressions, the result of a life spent desperately seeking the approval of the feminist hags and gender cultists who surround them. These men have never built anything, never protected anything, never taken responsibility for anything. Their physiognomy betrays them.

The vegan leftist male is particularly pitiful—a body wasted away by malnutrition, limbs like twigs, a face prematurely aged and devoid of vitality. Their skin is sallow, their hair is thinning, their teeth are fragile. Their entire being is a warning against the diet they so fervently evangelise. They pride themselves on their “compassion” as they grow weaker by the day, utterly disconnected from the reality that nature does not reward softness.

And then there are the “men” of the trans movement. The estrogen-ravaged grotesqueries who lurch through society demanding validation. Their bodies, poisoned by years of synthetic hormones, exist in a state of perpetual contradiction. They are bloated yet brittle, swollen yet fragile, puffed up with artificial weight while their bones deteriorate from the inside out. Their voices are wrong—either forced and strained from years of vocal training, or high and reedy from the chemical castration they have willingly undergone. Their eyes are haunted, their expressions never quite natural, because deep down, on a level they refuse to acknowledge, they know. They know they are lying to themselves, they know their very flesh rejects the illusion they are trying to maintain. And so they compensate with aggression, with hysterics, with rage, lashing out at the world that refuses to bend to their delusion.

The women are hardly any better. Hard-faced, bitter, yet paradoxically soft and undisciplined. They move through life carrying the weight of their own resentment, and it shows. The radical feminists wear their ideology like a mask—perpetually furrowed brows, pinched lips, eyes hardened by years of grievance studies and manufactured outrage. They loathe femininity in any natural form, and so they do everything in their power to strip themselves of it. The clothing, the hairstyles, the mannerisms—all deliberate attempts to make themselves as repellent as possible. They scoff at beauty because they cannot attain it. They mock grace because they cannot embody it. And so they make war on it. Their softness is not the softness of a nurturer, a mother, a woman full of life and warmth. It is the softness of neglect, of decay, of indulgence. It is an insult to what womanhood was meant to be.

There is something profoundly sick about all of them. It is not just their appearance—it is their energy, their presence, their entire being. They radiate weakness, sickness, a sense of unease that infects everything around them. They hate themselves, and so they want the world to reflect that hatred. They are the products of nihilism, of a society that has abandoned all meaning, all purpose, all sense of the divine. They are lost, but unlike the truly lost, they are content in their despair. They have made it their identity. They do not seek truth. They do not seek salvation. They revel in their own sickness, and they demand that the rest of us do the same.

This is what godlessness looks like. This is what happens when you tear down every natural order, when you reject the structure that has sustained civilisation for millennia. A people disconnected from God are a people disconnected from life itself. They become aimless, weak, malleable. They have no sense of something greater than themselves, and so they fill that void with the empty slogans of leftist dogma. They do not seek to build. They do not seek to create. They seek only to tear down, to rot, to infect.

And the worst part? They think they are the future. They think they are the revolution. They think they are enlightened, that they are leading us towards some grand utopia of tolerance and progress. But look at them. Really look at them. These are not the faces of a new era. These are not the warriors of a brighter tomorrow. These are the faces of decline, of weakness, of a people who have abandoned everything that makes life worth living.

They are not the future. They are what happens before the collapse.

[insufferablevegannuisance]

Anti vegans are such cry babies, they're acting like they're the ones getting their heads cut off just for a vegan opening their mouth. 🙄

[theonlinevegan]

[bea-lele-carmen]

[what-marsha-eats]

[synaryn]

This is just the funniest vegan comment I've ever read. I want the stats on how dads grilling is correlated with bestiality. Me having a glass of milk at 3 AM to try and force my brain to sleep is directly perpetuating the world of dog fighting. Objectively I know they're saying along the lines of "if you think dog fighting/rodeos/bestiality is animal abuse, then meat/dairy/fur/leather is also animal abuse so go vegan". But it's phrased like buying a secondhand fur jacket is the cause of rodeos which is cracking me up.

[peppypip09]

Can someone explain to me why vegan's, in a general sense, like to think that all animal agriculture is completely insidious. Like I completely agree that factory farming should be abolished, but I'm currently living realitivaly close to a butcher that gets his meat from farmers that are local. Like I live in kansas, a state where farming of both types is essential. Also the fact that they tend to not recognize the caloric intake of an only plant based diet vs a diet that has meat. A typical diet that includes meat will generally be more caloric, and while we need the nutrients and minerals plants provide, which in turn makes a healthier person, because without the proper calorie intake you aren't any more healthier if you only eat plants. Most people can't actually thrive on a 1,500-2,000 calorie diet, in fact most averagely healthy people will typically need just over 2,000 thousand calories and people who work out regularly need an even larger amount to sustain themselves. Just because you can live on less calories doesn't mean you should.

I'm not opposed to adding more plant based options to my diet and I dont think that vegan as a lifestyle isn't bad, as long as you're not trying to hate on those who eat meat. It just seems as though there is a lack of understand about that kind of farming. Now onto my first point.

Cows

They try to say Artificial Insemination is rape but if you actually look at the biology of cattle, bulls will do what they want when they mate. They dont care about the female, they just want to fuck. Also the term rape can't really be used for animals on farm, because it's a very specific act that relies on "concent", or in the case of rape the lack there of, which is a word that very generally exclusive to humans because of our ability to recognize "morality".

We milk dairy cows because they over produce milk. That over production, if left unattended, can have serious health impacts on the mother. Would also like to mention off hand that there are instances where a previously nursing cow will kick the matured calf to death if the matured calf continues to try to nurse.

Sheep

Sheep need to be sheared. If they aren't, like humans, they could overheat and die, because absolutely no farmer is sharing their sheep in the winter. Without shearing a sheep their excrement gets trapped in the wool which attracts flies, maggots and other pests. All of which can cause irritation, infection thus putting the animals life at risk.

Chicken and other fowl

Most farms, that aren't associated with factory farming, will keep their birds in areas small enough to keep track of but big enough for them to be fine in. Their given a good amount of proper feed, most of which wouldn't be apart of sustainable human comption. They typically live nice lives, as do all other live stock animals on farms that aren't connected to factory farming.

Pigs

Again pigs are taken care of. They live good lives like the others.

Farm animals cant be put in wild anymore because we've bread out their survival instincts against predators, and even if they were to survive against predator what about over population? We would need to keep the population down somehow. We cant unload a species to another land mass because of the threat of overpopulation of invasive species. Predatory animals might not be enough to keep numbers down by themselves because wild predatory animals only kill what they need to feed either themselves or their pack.

I totally get wanting to keep animals safe. They have feelings and are emotional, but death is a must. We as a species have always survived on both plants and animals. We have eyes in the front of our head and canine teeth. Our molars are the ones ment for grinding. It's horrible that humans die because of others but it is the way of life. Birth and death. I'm fairly certain if most of the "ethical" vegan community were stuck without any other food they would resort to eating meat, because it's food and we need to eat to survive.

Gonna mention real quick that some people, like myself, have trouble eating some foods. I'm not supposed to have garlic, onions or mushroom because my stomach will have absolutely flip out if I eat any of them.

If you actually made it this far and you're a vegan would you be willing to send some of your favorite recipes my way. Like I said before I'm not against veganism as a whole, I'm against people who're assholes about it. I would actually love to incorporate more meatless meals into my diet.