Metaphorical observation:
(From my back yard)
The rooster that don't crow has all the hens... while the others fight and bicker about who is the biggest and best. The two fools fighting don't realize they are the same size... nor do they realize that the rooster who doesn't crow lives without a collar. (The collars keep the sound of the crow from amplifying and bothering neighbors.) The rooster who doesn't crow was honorably named Jihad upon his hatching. I am not Islamic - though I appreciate the concept of "Jihad."
My wife calls him Jiji, but I named him Jihad for a reason. Jiji was the final rooster to hatch from the first batch of eggs that we incubated. He could not get out of the shell on his own. He was stuck, and covered in blood, so I told my wife to let it be - let him figure it out. She didn't. She helped him hatch. I didn't mind. So, the one who wasn't supposed "to be" was, and is. He was slow at first - took a little longer to catch on.
When his asshole brother was still around, he got picked on. But he always took it with stride. After time, we decided to thin our flocks and only keep bantam and cochin chickens. (Jihad is a bantam cochin.) So, finally his flock composed of himself and his father, Begonia. The other flock was/is led by Peanut - another bantam cochin. Peanut was spoiled rotten as a chick, and he always thinks he has something to prove.
So, after the 7 big hens were sold- they were total bitches - the farm was calm. So, I decided to let them merge and see what happened. The ladies had some minor squabbles at first, and then quickly got over it... Peanut and Begonia.... gooooooodnesssaz gracious. Those two fools just need to figure it out. They aren't fatal- and all they do is hurt each others pride. They only fight when my wife or myself go out there. It's like they are trying to show off. So, those two knuckleheads go at it. While Jihad quietly minds his business and tends the ladies - since the other idiots are fighting each other.
They all started with collars... but after observing, I decided Jiji earned his freedom to choose. If he crows- then I hope it is the loudest crow I have ever heard. I hope it sends terror down the spines of the two fighting fools. Of course.... he won't. Why would he? He has it made. He sits back, patient, caring, and non-violent. The ladies prefer him, due to not fighting.
Well - for peanut and begonia: i tried many approaches. Until lately, I'd given up. But.... then I saw it... the hack. See, a while back... a little fuzzy white dog found its way to my wife. I said, "hell no! We're not getting another dog. Call him Foster, because that is all this is... a temporary foster home...."
Yeah. We still have Foster. I love that little dude. I jokingly say that he is a reincarnation of myself that came back in time to teach me some lessons and to spend time with my wife. He always gives me a stern look that says, "STFU, dude... you are not supposed to know. I know you know, but quit telling her."
Anyways... where was i going? Oh right. So, my friend came to visit this weekend and we ate some 4-HO-MiPT. It was lovely! Well, we went outside for a while to enjoy the beautiful day. Naturally, we invited the dogs to join us. Now, Foster loves eating chicken shit... (so maybe he isn't my reincarnation.... though i do use cured chicken shit as my magic fertilizer. Cheap... just need a shovel and time. I got those.) Back on track - i was gazing into the beautiful blue sky watching the clouds morph and change as they passed across my view.
Begonia and Peanut started going at it. Foster was nearby and he ran right up to them. No barking, no biting, just ran up to them and stood between them. I saw the hack... "Good boy, Foster! GOOD BOY!" The two birds stopped fighting and turned around. I waited. A few mins later, the two fools start again. I look at Foster and say, "go." He ran over and stood between them. I praised him and rewarded him. This behavior continued. Each time he stood between them, I praised him.
Meanwhile... Jiji never had to bother with fighting. He never bothered with crowing excessively. He never bothered trying to be the biggest or the best. He IS the biggest AND the best. The little mistake that should not have happened was the one that turned out to be the favored bird. Jiji lives with 0 restraints. He can do whatever he wants. He's earned it. The other two nuckleheads.... for them, I have a dog that wilk help. Because... i was tired of watching the fools fight. I was going to let one kill the other and then that would just be the way it is.
However, with the help of a psychedelic and an unintended little fluffy white dog - i don't have to worry about being the peace-keeper. Foster likes eating chicken turds, so he doesn't mind doing his part. He gets free (nasty) treats. Lol.
Why does any of this relate? The fools fighting are the ones that insist on their team being the one to gain power of "the flock" (us.) Some of us will crow in their favor. Some will argue and fight. Let them. Let them be the distraction. Find someone who has access to their publications. Read them and decide for yourself. Is it needed? Collars and cages are for the crower and the fighters. Jihad walks quiet and free. He does what he pleases, and bothers no one. Therefore he gets "special" privileges. Kinda like.... how any of us could replicate the studies... but the more we crow for MAPS and COMPASS - the smaller our cages will get and the tighter the collars will be. Please think about this. If you wanna crow - go crow! If you wanna fight the other crowers - go fight! Don't be surprised when something steps in front of you and breaks the spirit.
Me? I'll follow the lead of Jihad. Let the fools fight. I'm at a point where I can sit and watch, while gaining all the benefits. No collar. No cage. No problem. Nothing changed other than perspective. So - this goes along with Kanna's comment. (Plus, I think Kanna might me a magical wizard in disguise....)
Putting people in an experimental setting and then demanding empirical research that proves something that we already know seems twisted. The research is there/here/everywhere. The corperations are the ones who want the power of choice. Right now, the choice is in the power of the people. There are risks. The tools are there. They made themselves available for the ones who seek.
Quote:The rooster that don't crow has all the hens... while the others fight and bicker about who is the biggest and best.
Take Care!
ACY
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