Perth Dreaming

Hey all. So here is a picture of my room, at the cattle station. It did not have a door, just a doorway, or more of a rectangular opening in the tin panels. Also please note my chair had no seat. It was too hot to be in this room inbetween, say, 7 in the morning till 9 at night. Fortunately, I was usually working between those times. Quite often though, there was a break between 1 and 3 o'clock, when the temperatures make working unfeasable. Where we were, looked like the other picture. All red sand and scraggly tree type plants. It was around there 45 degrees in the shade, at the hottest part of the day. Later in the summer it was to get hotter, but I have escaped back to Perth. I am also to take the next available train to Adelaide, but this is not for another 10 days or so, not this sunday but the next. Apparently it is peak season right now. So what else? I'm still happily vegetarian, being on a cattle station, where beasts are brought into being for to die for money, has only strenghthened my resolve not to eat meat. Seriously, this is what Ben, the operator, told me about live export. He said, and I have no reason not to believe this, that Australia has the most humane conditions of live export in the world, these happy (here I am incredulous, seeing as they would be happier if let alone) healthy, cattle, sheep, and goats (the muslims eat a lot of goats, some ramadan shit, and there are a lot of muslims, 300 million in indonesia alone) arrive at the market city on their nice ship, and then they are abandoned to the terrorists. Ben has seen this. The market people will do the following to the animals. Remove the eyes with sharpened sticks so they are easier to control. Kneecap it so it can't run away. Then they sell it to families who drag them home, and feed it up until it is time to slaughter it for the feast. And you can be quite sure they are not killing the animal with a pneumatic hammer or anything quick and quiet. I don't care what anyone says about the natural way of things, that is cruel and not necessary. Oh, and another disturbing thing I found out is that when baby goats are being crushed to death by a panicked mob of bigger goats, they scream desperately,(for a while) and it sounds literally like a human child screaming. This I experienced first hand. So I'd rather pick fruit or some such.