Tired of it-rant

This post today may come off as kind of a rant but I don’t really care about that.  Those of you that have read here for a while know the life I lead has never been easy and most of the time it’s just plain unpleasant.  While I don’t always come right out and share the dirty laundry, I know the gist of it comes thru.

I’m not a kid anymore.  I chose the homesteading life on purpose and intentionally.  I do some things out of pure stubbornness such as not “feeding the pig” by using air conditioning or intentionally poisoning myself with commercial foods.  Some of it is intentional to reduce the monetary waste and others are just because not doing it would be hypocritical of me and go against my morals, values and standards.  I go without plenty of the luxuries commonly found in everyone elses homes.  I don’t care how you live, why is it so important to try to run down my choices?  I am not a perfect person.  I did drugs in my 20′s, consumed alcohol into my early 30′s and I smoke.  I like it.  I don’t really care if anybody else likes it.  I grow my own tobacco intentionally so I can enjoy my bad habit without the commercial chemicals or the obnoxious taxes imposed upon a small minority group (whole rant of it’s own there!)  I intentionally made a choice to smoke.  I’ve heard all the propaganda, the medical studies, do you think I’m so stupid I don’t know?  If I make a choice to do something, it’s because I want to do it.  Nobody can ever force me to do something I do not want to do (goes for quitting too).  The things I’ve done in my life, good and bad, smart and stupid, I don’t blame on others.  I take full responsibility for my own actions and the various outcomes of such actions.

I also eat meat.  I like eating meat.  I really don’t care how many vegans out there are pissed off by this fact.  You all don’t live here so mind your own damn business and keep your opinion of my meat consumption to yourself.  I don’t poke my nose into your diet, keep out of mine.  If you don’t like the meat posts, skip em.

I raise my own food.  I have been doing it for years now.  So, quit trying to tell me that growing what I eat is impossible.  My response is and has always been “get off your ass and put some effort into it”.  We have thousands of years of ancestors who did it every single day.  The proof of that is “you exist”.

I drink raw milk.  I like it.  I make wonderful cheeses with it.  If you don’t want to drink raw milk, that’s fine.  Telling me how dangerous you think it is will not change my raw milk habits.  Please stop harassing me over it.

I raise chickens and rabbits to eat.  That means I actually have to kill something to eat.  Get over it.  The food you buy from the grocery store was not grown on that styrofoam tray.  That meat/animal was confinement raised, pumped full of antibiotics so it won’t die from over crowding,  pumped full of growth hormone and fed an all grain diet.  Let’s not even go into how they are dispatched for human consumption.  So quit acting like I’m some kind of villain for raising my animals in a caring and humane way.  In other words, you PETA jerks can kiss an ass.  Quit trying to spam my blog with your agenda.  I don’t come to your sites and promote my own agenda.

On this blog, I talk about life here on this little farm.  I share my struggle to make it all work, all by myself.  Trying to hold everything together in spite of all the things that go wrong that I can’t do anything about.  I share the skills I’ve learned along the way, the tricks, what doesn’t work for me and what does.  I get depressed when people take the information I provide and are ungrateful.   I especially don’t like it when people come here and read, then think they are entitled to something or they think they need to chastise me for something they don’t like.  I do what I do the way I do it.  If somebody wants to do the same thing in a different way, go for it.  Share it with me if you want to but don’t tell me I’m doing something wrong according to your opinion.  You don’t live here and you’re not me so how would you know what’s right for me anyway?  Why can’t the blog just be enjoyable for folks to read and be happy about the good things, sad about the not so good things and angry when other people stupidity ruins a good day?