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11. Sep. 2018 By Debbie Wall - Bio

     The following is a letter I wrote to the editor of the Winnipeg Free Press in response to an opinion piece in yesterday's edition entitled "Environmentalism is for everyone".  The author, Peter Denton, is described as an author, speaker and environmental activist.  I thought it unfortunate that he was given this platform to discuss climate change, but completely missed the boat when it comes to educating people as to what they can do in their lives to make meaningful change.
(As an aside . . . The accompanying picture shows him with a double chin, so I suspect he ain't no vegan!)
Cheers!  Debbie Wall




From: Debbie Wall
Sent: September 7, 2018 1:02 PM
To: Letters to the Editor Freep
Subject: Environmentalism is for everyone

     A large portion of Peter Denton's piece is in reference to the United Nation's Sustainable Development Goals, so it is curious that he made no mention of their report "Animal Agriculture'…

1. Sep. 2018 By Alex Nuttall - Bio


Part 1 - Weird You've been blocked. You won't find us on Facebook anymore. That's a lie. You'll find some of us, but you won't find me. Facebook is not a safe or reliable platform for collaboration. 
I was recently very disappointed about 3 weeks ago. My friend and teacher, Ajan Udom, had posted a video with me and some others talking about Buddhist Dhamma. He even called out my name so that all my Facebook peeps could see me running my mouth. My wife even liked it!
A day or two later my wife says: "Where is that video Udom put of you? I don't see it. I wanted to show someone else and it was gone." 
I checked. Not only was it gone but I could no longer see Udom's profile. I thought, "Jees! did he block me? Maybe I said something wrong? Maybe I embarrassed him?"
Fortunately Udom had asked me to use the app Line to keep up with him. I contacted him via Line and I asked him if I had done something wrong a…

21 Aug. 2018 By Alex Nuttall - Bio



One of the best features of social media is the block. I've blocked all mention of the United States executive branch. I've unfollowed certain hate proponent views of people I love and I've dropped the friends of those who I care about but have no real relationship with.
It's the same story. Over and over. On one side it's hate laden speech and another facet is depressing self defeated drivel. I'm not better than any of this but I can't allow myself to be pulled into this mud.
You'll never find peace outside of yourself. Never. We can look for friends who feel the same and wish to encourage the same. All of us know about the bad news. Protecting our happiness promotes peace, loving kindness and a better world.
To be born human, no matter what circumstances, is the greatest gift. Your parents are to be thanked. Your essence chose those parents, circumstances, community and life. What you and I do from this day forward …

21. Aug. 2018 By Debbie Wall - Bio


Every year the dairy industry forces cows to endure the same "tour of grief" as experienced by a killer whale mother who stays with her dying calf.

Like all mammals, cows only produce milk to feed their young. They go through a constant cycle of being artificially inseminated followed by a nine month pregnancy, only to have their babies removed shortly after their birth. They will bellow mournfully as their calves are taken away and many will search for days looking for them. Some, after repeated pregnancies, will try to hide their babies upon being born. Purposely bred to have grotesquely large udders, cows will produce more milk than nature ever intended. So greatly does this stress their bodies they are considered "spent" only five years into a life that should normally span 20 and are then sent to their slaughter. All this so we can consume the secretions meant for the young of another species, often well into our adulthood. D…

19. Aug. 2018 By Kim Breeding-Mercer - Bio Indefinite Length Series Page

"Wheel in the sky keeps on turnin'..."
You don't know why a Journey song is stuck in your head but you hum it. You think the glowing sigil on your palm is humming it, too, but you leave that hand in the pocket of your trench coat. Not that that's helping much; the light spills out in all directions, and you're glad that the neighborhood you're walking through is quiet, that most folks are toiling away at jobs elsewhere, or at school, or running errands on their day off. Nicer errands, probably, than yours.
In your other hand, you have your phone, and the address of your destination is pulled up on a map. You don't need to look at it. If asked, you wouldn't be able to recite the house number or street name, but the sigil is leading you there, like a game of hot and cold. You're getting warmer...
As you walk you wonder how many kids you are about to avenge. How many kid…