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Give me meat and give me death? …+ more🎶

By Michelle Kretzer

If your memory of Patrick Henry is hazy, ask your kids going to school in the other room for a refresher. He was the Founding Father who wrote the famed “give me liberty or give me death” speech of the American Revolution.

I was reminded of his words last weekend in the place most people go to contemplate gifted orators of the past: the grocery store. Watching people wearing facemasks and gloves lining up 6 feet apart at the meat counter, I was gobsmacked by the irony.

Eating animals is what got us into this mess. It’s believed that the novel coronavirus originated in a “wet market,” where living and dead animals are sold side by side. There are 80 of these live-animal markets, with butchering on the premises, in New York City alone. But while most meat sold in this country comes from filthy factory farms and bloody slaughterhouses, not wet markets, calling them any “safer” would be like Henry calling the war “a bit of a disagreement.”

By now, we all know that the disgusting feces-filled pens and warehouses reeking of ammonia that are the hallmarks of animal agriculture are breeding grounds for disease. As biologist Rob Wallace put it, “Factory farms are the best way to select for the most dangerous pathogens possible.” Just look at SARS, MERS, avian flu and swine flu — they’re all linked to confining animals as closely together as possible and then killing them for food.

We know that when animals are pumped full of antibiotics in order to keep them alive in filthy conditions and to make them grow much larger and faster than they would in nature, pathogens mutate to become antibiotic-resistant. The CDC estimates that about 75% of new infectious diseases affecting humans originated in animals and that 2.8 million Americans are sickened by antibiotic-resistant bacteria every year, with 35,000 of them dying.

So why do we keep eating meat? Well, for one thing — subsidies.

Meatonomic$ reports that the U.S. government spends $38 billion of our tax money every year to subsidize meat and dairy business interests but only a fraction of that amount on fruits and vegetables. Meat and dairy received billions more dollars in response to COVID-19. Subsidies keep prices low and keep people buying. Or now, with slaughterhouses remaining open, it’s more like “keep prices low and keep people dying.”

“But the economy!” some will howl. Yes, of course.

But consider this: A study by Carnegie Mellon researchers found that animal agriculture costs the U.S. economy more in health and environmental damage than it contributes.

The average American now eats a whopping 222 pounds of meat a year. The average for the rest of the world is about 96 pounds — still a large amount. Hundreds of studies draw clear connections between our meat addiction and the fact that we have twice the obesity rate, twice the diabetes rate and three times the cancer rate of the rest of the world. Give me meat and give me death indeed.

To stray from Henry for a moment, though, here’s a thought:

Those billions of government subsidies could be going toward helping slaughterhouses switch to producing healthy, safe vegan meats and nondairy products and helping farmers in the supply chain switch to growing the crops to produce them.

Nielsen reports that sales of fresh vegan meats have been growing 158% year-on-year and have shot up 454% during the coronavirus crisis. Oat milk sales surged 686% last year and another 476% because of COVID-19. Bills being introduced in the House and Senate would phase out factory farms by 2040, and there is strong bipartisan support for a global shutdown of live-animal markets.

For now, we’re stuck with the consequences of meat addiction: failing businesses, unemployment, shuttered churches, and many, many terrible deaths — for pigs, chickens, cows and humans alike.

Watching the mask-and-glove crowd at the meat counter, I wondered: Would Patrick Henry call this “liberty”? Maybe our next American Revolution should revolutionize how we eat.





“Who Knows Where the Time Goes?”

By Rosalie Tirella

“Who Knows Where the Time Goes?” This is the title of the beautiful Sandy Denny song, written by her when she was just a kid with Fairport Convention. In the 1970s, when I was around her age. Just a kid, too. I love everything about Denny’s record: the melody, Denny’s pretty but husky-around-the-edges voice. Her lyrics especially. Denny sings, begins her song with an image of her watching a flock of birds flying across the sky one autumn eve and asks of their migration to warmer climes: “How do they know when to leave?”

Your heart, if you’re an older person like me, and have lived through many seasons, many births and deaths, aches a little at the question. You learn in grade school: It is their “Instinct.” But what does that mean? You still don’t know the answer! Only now tbe question brings tears to your eyes. Now you know you will never understand God’s handiwork. You’re just a broad with a newspaper living in Worcester. Just a human. You are part of the poem but not responsible for the goose poetry. And you are aging, like the tree in the parking lot outside your house – its crooked branches and your crooked fingers make a funny pair!

Rose’s left pinky. pics:R.T.

Still, every year you see the same beautiful patterns – even in Worcester. You look up to see the geese in their perfect V shape, up against the grey fall sky, and you are in awe! Three or four big fat wild turkeys are in the parking lot, strutting by your old Hyundai and you feel their magic. Still! Every year you wonder, the question slips through your mind for a few seconds only because you do not want an answer: How do the birds know it is time to leave?

Who Knows Where the Time Goes?

Nature’s signals stronger than ever during these COVID 19 days. Last I checked it was January and I was giving out hats and scarves to homeless men and women under the Green Street bridge … Then COVID struck. St. Patrick’s Day, Easter, Mother’s Day, now Memorial Day happened, came and went, and I do not recall anything. Except that the trees were bare and now they are sprouting new moist leaves – looking beautiful. The days ended abruptly – now daylight lingers until I am sleepy, almost ready for bed. My landlord, 80 and living alone in the country (which he loves) told me: My best days are behind me. He wants no part of LifeLine Senior Rescue alarm. He said, “I go to bed with the birds and I wake up with them.” Only they will know when he is gone. And they will still sing their songs!

The little kids in the neighborhood, not in school for weeks, sheltering in place with their parents, fall backwards onto the summer lawn when they run outdoors. They look at the sky as they lie on their backs … stare at the beautiful blueness. They believe in it now. They see summer in her, high above them, and maybe wonder: Where am I? In March? In April? In May? Under the warm sky!!

Even the old sky is pristine again! It is getting healthier, cleaner, quieter now that we humans have been in “lockdown.” Everything has stopped as we humans all over the world have sheltered in place to not catch the novel coronavirus. And maybe die from it.

Where has the time gone?

I miss my late Mom, Cecelia, but can only picture her veiny hands when I close my eyes these days. I can’t count the number of cats I have loved and owned (feels like 20) … my dogs, the ones who have passed, are still loved by me but their personalities faded. Will I ever forget my favorite, my beloved Husky-mix, Jett?


I remember every story The Old Beau told me when we were together. About growing up in Lynn and about his parents and his dead pet rabbits in their hutche outside his house – a floppy ear the only part remaining of one pet. I remember him telling me how when he was very young and just married and he and his pretty young wife were groundskeepers/carpenters for a motel chain/B and B inn in Vermont, how when he was doing handyman work one summer day on a building on the grounds but moved his ladder up a ways, to their building, their second floor bedroom and how The Old Beau leapt in through the window scaring the heck out of his wife as she was getting dressed for work and … then made love to her. Saw him last week … he walks with a cane these days. His long hair silver. Still gorgeous.

Who knows where the time goes?

Not me! That’s for sure!

Sheltering in place this weekend🇺🇸🇺🇸? Skip TigerK – and read or listen to Ingrid’s ANIMALKIND♥️ … +more🍔🎶

These Facts About Tigers Will Have You Ordering ‘Animalkind’ Today!

Before you begin your next Netflix binge, tigers have a bone to pick with humans who think they know everything about their striped brothers and sisters. The docuseries Tiger King has focused the public’s attention on big cats living in deplorable conditions at roadside zoos across the U.S. But you may also be wondering about these animals’ natural instincts, abilities, needs, and personalities

Tigers swim!

Fortunately, PETA founder and President Ingrid Newkirk and bestselling author Gene Stone have just the book to scratch the itch of curiosity!

In Animalkind: Remarkable Discoveries About Animals and Revolutionary New Ways to Show Them Compassion, they present awe-inspiring examples of ways in which animals create deep connections, develop communication networks, and possess various remarkable abilities. For a taste of the book’s thorough study of animals, below are some tiger facts that demonstrate their emotional and intelligent nature.

🐯Fact: tigers play in water

Tiger Facts That Inspire Compassion
When tigers mate, they perform a courtship ritual in which a male and a female circle each other while growling or roaring. The two will continue this “circle of love” until they have established trust and will then commit to grooming each other.

A cat who loves water? Tigers can swim up to 18 miles a day, and they enjoy luxurious baths in ponds, lakes, and rivers. While cubs play by splashing in the water, adults relax in the heat of the day.

🐯Tigers are happily introverted and prefer to be on their own, except when females are raising their cubs.

Tigers have their own territories and choose to visit each other on their way to hunt or when looking for mates. When they do band together, the group is called a “streak” of tigers.

🐯Tigers’ front legs are shorter than their hind legs, which helps them leap great distances—up to 10 meters forward—to tackle prey or pounce on their playmates.

🐯Female tigers protect their cubs alone, as single mothers, until their children are around 2 years old. That’s when the cubs can start fending for themselves.

🐯Tigers communicate with other animals through tasting pheromones. Once their upper lips pick up a scent, they inhale. A pouch-like organ on the roof of their mouth then identifies another being so that they can decide whether they’re friend, foe, or food.

🐯A tiger’s stripes are like a fingerprint — no two have the same pattern. Their stripes are more than a fur pattern — they even appear on their skin. Tigers’ stripes help them hide in the shadows when they hunt at night.

🐯A “keystone species,” tigers protect their local ecosystems by hunting prey who would otherwise destroy an area’s vegetation, which is actually a vital part of keeping streams and air clean.

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Tiger sleeping in grass♥️

Learn More About Other Animals in Animalkind!

Whether you order a digital, physical, or audiobook version of Animalkind, you’ll have the information needed to see animals in a more compassionate light and you’ll learn simple ways to help dismantle speciesism. The book is an empathy compass for even the most seasoned animal rights folks, with nearly a five-star rating on Amazon. Get a copy and discover for yourself this fascinating study, which demonstrates why our fellow sentient beings deserve our respect. ♥️A percentage of each purchase also funds PETA’s groundbreaking work to end animal exploitation!


Did you know there are more captive tigers in America than in the wild?😢😢😢😢😢😢:

– Rose😢😢:

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO AN AMERICAN MASTER🎶🎶! Outa UMass Boston – WUMB.ORG is playing A TON OF DYLAN today, tomorrow and Sunday! 🎶🎶Songs sung by our writer♥️HERO and COVERS of his songs SUNG BY ARTISTS PAST AND PRESENT!

♥️🎶Some amazing love songs by Dylan!🎶♥️♥️:




Chef Joey’s filled and baked green and red peppers! …+🎶

Text and pics by Chef Joey

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Chef Joey makes wonderful stuffed peppers!

For 12 Stuffed “Greek Peppers” …

Jett and a green pepper! pic: R.T.

Chop your onions …

… Sauté 2 onions chopped fine in sunflower oil

Add 4 cloves chopped garlic


… and 2 stalks celery, chopped.

Add 1/2 cup water and cover. As water evaporates, add 1/2 pound or a little more of lean ground beef or turkey. If you want a vegan or vegetarian meal, omit meat, follow these steps, and at the end, add 1 1/4 cup cooked lentils or quinoa.

Sauté, add 28 oz stewed tomatoes (chopped tomatoes work fine too)

1 tbsp oregano and

1 tsp cinnamon

Add 1 cup rice (I used basmati) that’s been soaking in water (just a smidge over the top of the rice).

As the first thing you do before cooking. Add rice – and a few tablespoons of tomato concentrate (kind of optional but makes for a richer flavor).

Cover and stir every few minutes for about 15 mins – salt and pepper.

I pre-boil the peppers for about 8 mins until slightly soft. Keep the pepper water handy if you have to add a little to the mix.

When your rice is 90% done or completely done for faster oven time – pour some of the sauté in the bottom of the pan.

Stuff your peppers with your mix, top with parsley and bake about a 1/2 hour – uncovered if you like a crunchy top, covered if you like all soft. Easy! Everything takes just one hour!

Yum yum!!!!

I hope you enjoy this dish – and anyone else you share this with too!
Tonight Joey, Gigi and Grandma sheltered in place while eating their dinner – made by Joe Joe!



We Bowled!🎳♥️ RIP, Colonial!

By Rosalie Tirella

RIP Colonial Bowling on Mill Street, Worcester.

It was my world: Green Street and the sweet Golub brothers (always a club sandwich for a homeless guys!) and BOWLING! 🎳 at Colonial bowling with Uncke Mark and Aunt Mary and their three kids. Almost every weekend Uncle Mark drove his big shiny gold Elektra up tobour Lafayette Street three decker and we kids (Ma following) would run diwnstairs to hop in the car, sit on our older cousins laps and this carload of kids and adults laughing, talking, would make the drive to Colonial. To bowl with little kid friendly little balls. Ma and my sisters loved to bowl – it was a little too boring for me. As I grew into teenhood, I opted out. Ma and my sisters still went running down those stairs – to bowl! They loved it – Bapy watched it on TV! The pros! My Uncle Fred was in a bowling alley – the one his shop sponsored. All the Woo factories and mills had them! I was out of step with Anerica – for so nany years Colonial Bowling’s huge cement parking lot FILLED UP – TOTALLY! – with cars and antsy kids! And some serious bowlers like my uncke and his buddues. They had their own shiny bowling balls, cool vinyl bowling ball carrier bags, cloths, wrist bands … it was its own subculture.

Worcester factory benefits pamphlet – touting the shop’s bowling league.

Mostly working class. Not hip and cool the way bowling is today – often with cool bars, artisan beers, chi chi food made bu chi chi chefs. Even bands playing in the bar.

🎳We had none of that! Man, we bowled! We got our food – our sustanabce – from the long row of candy, peanut, snack-dispensing machines! Pull that clear plastic knob – plunk, dropped yoyr OH HENRY candy bar. (Ma’s fave.)

🎳Half of America – all our backyard mechanics – all of America’s Hee Haw tv watchers and Betty Crocker cooks bowled. No irony in it for us. But the educated crowd looked down on us hayseeds …

Ma’s Green Island birthday parties, featuring the charter members of The Bowling Gang♥️!

🎳No matter! My cousin, who grew up to become a doctor, LOVED TO BOWL. WAS SO SERIOUS ABOUT HIS STRIKES AND SPARES. My sweet Aunt Mary spoiled her youngest child, with the blocked ear, no ear lobe, unable to hear in tgat ear! Go, Jeff, go! she’d holler as her little prince bowled. And she’d clap like crazy – even for a few pins knocked down.

🎳We were Polish immigrants who had internalized the American Dream⭐⭐⭐🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸…so we were fiercely competitive. With our neighbors, classmates – each other. My jock kid sister always wanted to beat Jeff. She got plenty of spares – and strikes. In the zone … concentrating so hard, staring at the pins yards ahead down that shiny pristine lane. The owner – I remember: Always so serious and respectful of all his HINDREDS of customers – the kids and the league players. I remember him giving us our special no skid bowling shoes – rentals. Cool color green (or was it red?) on beige…

🎳Bowling was COMMUNITY. The talk in the factory lunch room, the giddy anticipatory chatter at the breakfast table at the Tirella house, Ma frying up her special weekend French toast for us kids – always cutting the bread in quarters and sprinkling them with granulated sugar when done Magic! Would my kid sister beat Jeff? Would my other kid sister get some spares? Would chubby Rosalie STOP ROLLING THOSE GUTTER BALLS?!

🎳As the decades rolled by and I would drive by Colonial I noticed fewer and fewer cars in their parking lot – even on weekends. Finally just around 10 on a Saturday!!! I felt sad … for the owner and the city. Everyone was on FB or Instagram, hiding inside before all kinds of social media platforms and TV choices…streaming their lives away, alone, locked down in their homes.

🎳We had it different when I was young – We played outdoors with all kinds of sketchy friends, we got beat up! and limped home, we bowled gutter balls – AND YET EVERY DAY WE WENT OUT INTO THE WORLD. To have fun, explore, take our lickin’s … DO SO MUCH WITH FAMILY AND TEAMS AND THE GIRLS CLUB.

🎳And we bowled! Love you, Colonial!🎳🎳🎳🎳🎳🎳🎳🎳♥️♥️:

While Americans wait for mental health therapists, government labs terrorize animals! … + more🎶

By Emily Trunnell, Ph.D.

May marks Mental Health Awareness Month, an opportunity to recognize that millions of Americans are suffering in silence during the COVID-19 outbreak. Not only are Americans sharing in the collective anxiety of a viral pandemic and the negative effects of a prolonged quarantine, tens of millions are also experiencing the shock and mounting stress arising from a sudden loss of income and, importantly, employer-provided health insurance.

Even before the current crisis, a staggering number of Americans suffered with mental health challenges. According to the 2017 National Survey on Drug Use and Health, more than 17 million people 18 years and older had had at least one episode of major depression in the previous year. And in the years 2011–2014, nearly 13% of those 12 and older reported having taken antidepressants in the previous month. The importance of adequate, effective, available mental health treatment has never been more acute.

So what is the National Institute of Mental Health (NIMH), the “lead federal agency for research on mental disorders,” doing to address this? It’s spending millions of dollars on experiments that hurt animals. This is money wasted on atrocities, and it needs to stop now.

People for the Ethical Treatment of Animals obtained videos shot by NIMH experimenters in which they forced mice to swim for their lives in inescapable beakers of water to keep from drowning. The videos also show mice suspended upside down by their sensitive tails, which were taped to a bar, and others in a chamber with an electrified floor that gave them repeated shocks to the feet.

Experimenters call these pathologically cruel experiments on mice the “forced swim test,” the “tail suspension test” and the “foot shock” test. They’re designed to induce or measure extreme fear, panic, despair, terror, trauma and a sense of helplessness in the animals—all in pursuit of mental health treatments for humans. Joshua Gordon, NIMH’s director, has personally subjected mice to these tests and to another experiment called “social defeat,” in which one animal is repeatedly attacked by another.

The tests are scientifically flawed. Forcing animals to swim in a beaker of water or hang by their tail does not recreate the complex interplay of psychological, physiological and social conditions that give rise to human depression. The data indicate that these tests have failed to identify new treatments for humans. Foot shock and social defeat are thought to mimic human life stressors, but the types of stress experienced by most humans—including financial struggles, job dissatisfaction and familial problems — don’t involve physical pain like being electrically shocked.

Experimenters at NIMH also torment monkeys, purportedly to shed light on human neuropsychiatric disorders. In one set of experiments, led by NIMH’s Elisabeth Murray, staffers carve out a section of a monkey’s skull and inject toxins into the brain, causing grievous and permanent damage. Each monkey is then put in a small metal cage. A guillotine-like door at the front is suddenly raised to reveal a realistic-looking snake or spider, some of which can slither or jump. Monkeys, like all primates, innately fear snakes. Some respond defensively — freezing and looking or turning away. Others shake their cages. Some show signs of submission by grimacing or smacking their lips.

PETA has released video footage of these bizarre fright sessions, which have gone on for more than three decades and have cost taxpayers $36 million in the last 13 years alone. Unsurprisingly, they have not produced a single treatment for humans in 30 years.

Neither mice nor monkeys are humans. Species differences make applying information from other animals to humans entirely unreliable. This hurdle is reflected in the disappointing failure of more than 95% of clinical trials.

Mental health treatments are needed now more than ever before but are being demonstrably hindered by animal experiments that overwhelmingly fail to produce results for humans. Tax dollars should be spent on modern, human-relevant research methods that offer real hope, not on senselessly terrorizing animals.





From Chef Joey🇫🇷: The French love to make clafoutis! …+ more💃

Text and pics by Chef Joey

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Chef Joey🇫🇷😊

It’s cherry season here in France, and the French love to make clafoutis, a simple custard batter pie that was popular in the Limousin region of France.

It is made with fresh cherries, seeds and all! …

Additionally, instead of cherries, one can use other fruit too, like blueberries, cranberries, strawberries – even apples, pears and plums.

In Cannes – Joey’s mom’s shack

Here is the traditional way, with cherries.

You need:

1 pound of cherries

2 Tbsp soft butter

4 eggs

1/4 cup milk

3/4 cup flour

2 tsp baking powder

1 tsp vanilla

Pinch of salt

1/2 cup of sugar

Powdered sugar for garnish


Wash the cherries and remove stems ( you can remove the pits if you want to.)

In a bowl add the flour sugar salt and baking powder, then add the eggs, vanilla, milk and MELTED butter (use a pan or a quick zap in the microwave).

Mix well. Generously butter and flour a pie pan and arrange the dry cherries along the bottom – top with the batter and place in a 400-degree preheated oven.

Bake for 10 mins, reduce to 350 and bake another 20. Let it cool and sprinkle with powdered sugar.

Serve warm!


Joey’s daughter Gigi wearing her new earrings!😉:
Mademoiselle Gigi!


Another dessert made with fruit, from PETA.ORG:

Blueberry Shortcake Recipe!

Perfect for a decadent breakfast or a delicious dessert, these vegan blueberry shortcakes are simple to make and very affordable.


If you’re pinching pennies, don’t skimp on flavor and health — just get creative and plan out your meals to get the most bang for your buck. This simple recipe comes out to just about $1 per serving.

Not a huge fan of blueberries?

Try tweaking the recipe by substituting in another fruit like strawberries, peaches or raspberries.


1 1/2 cups all-purpose baking flour or wheat flour

1 Tbsp. cornstarch

1 Tbsp. flaxseed meal

1/4 tsp. salt

2 tsp. baking powder

2 Tbsp. coconut oil

1/4 cup sugar

1 cup water

2 Tbsp. vanilla extract

2 pints fresh blueberries

3 Tbsp. maple syrup

2 cans chilled full-fat coconut milk


Preheat the oven to 350ºF.

Line a muffin tin with paper cupcake liners and set aside.

Mix all the dry ingredients together in a large mixing bowl

In a small saucepan, melt the coconut oil, then stir in the sugar, water, and 1 tablespoonful of the vanilla extract.

Add the wet ingredients to the dry ingredients and whisk together.

Pour the batter into cupcake liners, filling halfway full.

Bake for 15 minutes, or until golden brown and a toothpick inserted in the center comes out clean.

Remove from the oven and let cool completely on a wire rack.

Toss the blueberries with 1 tablespoonful of the maple syrup in a medium-sized bowl.

Open the cans of coconut milk and pour off the liquid, reserving the thick cream. Place in a separate bowl and add the remaining maple syrup and vanilla. Whisk together well.

Remove the shortcakes from the paper liners and gently cut in half, forming a top and a bottom.

Spoon each bottom generously with the coconut cream. Top with the blueberries, then more coconut cream.

Cover with the shortcake tops and enjoy!

Makes 6 to 12 servings

This recipe was adapted from PlantBasedOnABudget.com



Chef Joey – always in style! 🍋🍋🍋♥️


Text and pics by Chef Joey

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The always elegant Chef Joey!

Here’s a quick, fun and tasty dessert that will please anyone who loves citrus!

♥️It is very inexpensive to make – all you need is:

1 lemon

4 eggs

1 stick butter (soft)

1 tsp vanilla

1 cup or less of sugar (if you like less sweet )

1 pie crust


🍋Preheat your oven to 350.

🍋Cut your lemon up with the rind, into chunks – be sure to remove the seeds.

🍋Put in a food chopper or blender – purée, then add everything else.

🍋Mix until smooth and creamy – it will be a little runny.



🍋Pour into a tart shell or pie pan and bake 40 mins until brown on the top – let it cool and enjoy!!





Saint Mike O’Rourke! Or: Worcester’s Rooming Houses – our next COVID-19 hotspots? The Albion’s O’Rourke thinks Yes! 🏙️🌇

By Rosalie Tirella

Never mind the church at Adams Square holding services for 20, 40 congregants – spreading the coronavirus throughout Worcester:
pic: R.T.

Yesterday I talked with the Albion Rooming House’s owner – Mike O’Rourke – and he said THE CITY’S ROOMING HOUSES ARE THE PERFECT BREEDING GROUNDS for COVID-19. Worcester needs to step up.

Mike, before his beloved Albion. pics:R.T.

Mike is a saint: He took over the huge formerly crime-, drug-ridden, bed-bug-filled Main South rooming house a few years ago AND TURNED THINGS AROUND BIG TIME! No more building code violations for the Albion, on Main Street. Mike repainted rooms, repaired stuff, works with the City of Worcester building and code dept and the Worcester Police. O’Rourke takes care of – cares about! – his boarders. Decorates the front yard /entrance to the Albion for Christmas! Love rules here now …

So, naturally, Mike O’Rourke stepped up during these COVID 19 days. He had his boarders/tenants tested for the novel coronavirus. A few tested positive. He isolated them in their rooms and informed all his other boarders they must shelter in place – quarantined everyone. AND BOUGHT FACIAL MASKS AND GLOVES FOR ALL HIS BOARDERS. AND INSTALLED HAND SANITIZER DISPENSERS on walls in rooms throughout his building.

The Albion Rooming house, Main South.

Mike kept, is keeping, everyone in his building healthy. He gets breakfast, lunch and dinner donations from Billy Riley of St. Johns Church Food for the Poor program and city nonprofits. Mike feeds everyone so well! He buys folks meals, even, if they seem especially unwell, hungry. “I go to the Pickle Barrel for (meals for) them,” he said. Strictly takeout. “They are down on their luck,” he said of his tenants. “You have to take care of them.”

St. O’Rourke is right!

His tenants, like the tenants of all Rooming Houses in Worcester – 20 or so buildings – are the city’s most vulnerable folks. They are down on their luck and highly susceptable to the highly contagious novel coronavirus. They are poor, mostly alone in the world, have underlying health challenges such as diabetes, heart disease, asthma … malnourishment. Living together, in close quarters, makes things tough for them during this global pandemic.

Yet Mike has kept all his boarders/tenants healthy! More so than other places in Worcester – many health facilities. At Mike’s Albion no one had to be hospitalized. The COVID 19 “patients” Mike had displayed only mild iterations of the COVID 19 disease – he kept them fed and healthy so their resistance was strong. And he made them, as best he could, stay in their rooms. They coughed … but did not get pneumonia. Mike made sure they were eating well. Everyone else at the Albion sheltered in place and wore their PPE. Mike is there every day, staying on top of them. CARING FOR ALL.

City Hero Mike O’Rourke believes the 20 or so rooming houses in Worcester are filled with COVID 19, but their managers/owners of are in denial. Won’t test their tenants. Do not want the hassle. Will not admit their buildings may harbor the virus, are potential COVID 19 Worcester hotspots. Their boarders go out into the city … are spreading the coronavirus throughout Woo as I write this …

“The City has to have the same standards for all Rooming Houses,” Mike told me. “We need to be doing the same thing” to prevent the spread of the virus.

Take it from a guy who hasn’t lost one patient, one tenant one soul – not even to the DCU field hospital or the new Covid 19 Hotel in town!

O’Rourke’s Albion building is a Woo success story. A beacon of hope for all rooming houses in the state. Here, Science and Love came together. In Main South. ♥️♥️♥️♥️

Happy Birthday, Stevie Wonder!♥️

Meat: never in fashion! – Hardly “Essential”! … + more🎶

By Ingrid E. Newkirk

Ingrid and friends♥️🌷🌷

Months into this pandemic and with only a dim light at the end of the tunnel, if that, all it took was an ad by Tyson to put yet more vulnerable people — and animals — at risk. After the second-largest meat producer in the U.S. warned of “disruptions,”

President Trump signed an executive order to compel meat-processing plants to remain open. With the swipe of a pen, the order erases the liability that the plants face if workers get sick or hurt. This reckless decision will cost the lives not just of countless animals — in terrible ways — but possibly also of the workers, whom the meat industry already stands accused of viewing as disposable, as well as their families. Slaughterhouses are among the least safe workplaces in the world in the best of times.

No one needs meat. And filthy, blood-soaked slaughterhouses are, like “wet markets,” well-established breeding grounds for disease. Deadly outbreaks of mad cow disease, swine flu, avian flu, SARS, hoof-and-mouth disease and other zoonotic diseases have come from treating animals like commodities, depriving them of almost everything that’s natural to them, and penning, caging and factory-farming them for food.

The sheer number of animals on the slaughter line and the speed with which they travel down it toward the workers who will slit their throats or shoot a captive-bolt through their brains does not allow for safety. Federal guidelines now call on companies to encourage single-file movement throughout their plants and have workers spaced 6 feet apart. However, those are suggestions, not regulations. One labor advocate stated it plainly: “The people are still standing next to one another in these plants. They’re still getting sick.”

Lax laws cause immeasurable animal suffering. Another recent Trump administration rule largely deregulated pig slaughter and increased kill speeds. In a sworn statement, a U.S. Department of Agriculture inspector reported an increase in pig carcasses with scalding-tank water in their lungs—an indication that the animals were still breathing when they were dropped into scalding-hot water to remove their hair and soften their skin. The inspector said that she regularly observed workers threatening pigs with raised paddles, ready to strike the terrified animals. During her inspections, she said, she often hears stressed, frightened pigs screaming. These intelligent, inquisitive, friendly animals sense they are doomed.

And birds have no federal legal protection — they are exempt from the meager protections of the Humane Slaughter Act. At Tyson, where PETA conducted multiple eyewitness investigations, workers stabbed birds, slammed them into hanging shackles, breaking their limbs, and were told by a supervisor that it was acceptable to rip the heads off live birds who had been improperly shackled.

As if cruelty weren’t reason enough to stop eating pigs’ body parts, under the deregulated system, the inspector noted that “toenails, hair, and abscesses are routinely allowed in meat intended for human consumption.”

It’s not a matter of whether using and killing animals for food will give rise to another disease outbreak — it’s a matter of when.

For the sake of migrant and other workers who are treated like scum in these slaughterhouses and on behalf of the animals who struggle desperately not to die, these plants must remain closed.


Alec Baldwin – defender of animals and PETA star supporter!: