Animal Utopia (Shock and Awe Too)

When will there be justice for the children?

Ghislaine Maxwell was found guilty of sex trafficking children. The judge refuses to release the list of who she sold them to. Up until the list is released, we have only one conclusion: all of them are in on it. Every last billionaire, prince, and politician. Every media mogul, banker and person of interest.¹

— Alex Jones

On the farmhouse porch thirteen pigs sat behind a long wooden table. Every pig had an open laptop computer sitting before them.

Above the pigs, over the porch, several thin pieces of rope had been stretched from one side to the other and on the ropes several thousand sparrows perched chattering away while the farm animals filed into the yard.

Behind the pigs a large wooden sign hung on the house with three words:

Animal Farm Utopia

Except “Farm” had been crossed out with a large, thick, red line.

On either side of the porch six male, female and genderfluid black dogs with silver spiked collars stood erect watching the procession of animals with detached, but stern interest. It unsettled the other animals, because though the menacing dogs looked somewhat familiar, no one had seen these exact dogs before and no one knew where they came from.

There were hundreds of farm animals: horses, donkeys, cows, chickens, turkeys, goats, cats, dogs, rats, mice and many birds that lived in and around the farm. They milled around talking to one another all wondering why the pigs had gathered everyone together.

“Come to order!” one of guard dogs barked. He waited, then barked louder, “Come to order! Come to order!”

The talking and movement stopped. The middle pig spoke first while he read from his computer screen. He peered over his laptop at the all the animals then said with a heavy German accent, “Velcome! Velcome everyone to Animal Utopia.”

Murmurs could be heard throughout the crowd. A middle-aged cow said, “But this is a farm…”

“It’s not that this isn’t a farm anymore, but now it will be better than a farm, an improvement upon a farm. We’re going to make Animal Utopia better than the old Animal Farm. That’s a promise.”

The pig paused for a moment then said, “We are calling our movement the Great Forget, forget about the past, forget what you’ve known, how it’s always been done…the Great Forget will show you a better way. There’s nothing you have to do, we’ve got it all figured out. Our expert pigs have been working on it for decades.” The pig stopped and the pig to his left, in a less polished, American accent, read from his computer screen.

“Health is life and we’re going to begin with new and improved medicines. To help monitor your health each of you will be assigned a sparrow who will stay with you 24 hours a day. Just think, if you injure yourself in a field, the sparrow can alert us immediately so that someone can assist you.”

Many of the animals shook their heads in approval.

“These sparrows have been trained and educated. You can ask them questions about anything you want and they’ll have an answer.”

“Wow,” a couple of the animals exclaimed. “That will be really nice.”

The pig continued, “And they’ll always be with you, even when you’re sleeping so you can be assured they’ll alert you to any dangers: fires, intruders, most anything that might harm you. With their help, we’ll keep all of you safe.”

An old billy goat in the front row spoke up, “What about all those coyotes coming through the south fence? They’ve killed some chickens and a couple of goats. Are you going to repair that fence?”

“Those are rumors,” the pig said. “Those coyotes are very friendly and will only be a great asset to Animal Utopia. There’s really nothing to worry about. Other farms in the area have far bigger problems than we do.”

Some animals murmured about this, but before others could join in the pig said, “We are expecting a possible invasion from the human-owned farm next to us. Humans are evil and they will kill you for sport. We must all be vigilant. No humans must ever take control of Animal Utopia.”

Many of the farm animals nodded in agreement. “Yeah, no humans,” a chicken said, “that’s a good thing.”

The pig stopped reading. Then the pig next to him, on his left, began reading from his computer screen. “We know many of you are not happy here, but we have some ideas to change that. Much of your unhappiness stems from your own frustrations with who you are. We know many hens wish they had hatched as roosters. Now you can change your sex. If you desire it, you can be a rooster.”

Cackling erupted from a large group of hens gathered outside the chicken coop which abruptly stopped when three roosters started crowing.

The pig continued when the chickens had calmed down. “Even you roosters, if you so choose, can become hens. We want everyone to be happy and all you other animals can also change your sex if you desire. But it’s even better than that. You can also change your species. Maybe you’re a goat and you would like to be a horse? You can do that and we’ll help you.”

Again the farmyard animals talked among themselves excitedly, but the old billy goat in the front row waited until the noise had almost stopped then loudly said, “I want to be a pig!”

The pig who was reading, glanced at the other pigs, looked nervously at his computer screen and after a few seconds started reading again. “Unfortunately, there are anatomical and scientific reasons presently that make that an impossibility. However, we hope to solve those issues in the next five to ten years. Then anyone…”

Suddenly, at the back of the farmyard a tall, blond-haired man in blue overalls walked into the midst of the animals, followed by a dozen men and women and more than two dozen large, male dogs.

“Get rid of those guard dogs,” the man said, whereupon the large, Rottweiler looking dogs chased the guard dogs away.

Another man, with a falcon on each shoulder, sent them to chase away the sparrows—most needed no encouragement to flee as quickly as possible into the forest and adjoining farms.

The pigs started to protest, but the blond-haired man told a woman to rip down the Animal Utopia sign.

Before the pigs could even react another man grabbed one of the laptops, clicked a few keys then said, “They’ve got recipes on here for chickens, goats and cows.”

The crowd of animals gasped. The pigs tried to talk above the noise, but a large, flatbed truck rolled in loaded with organic hay and feed. Several men started unloading it.

“Our food is…” one pig began, but before it could finish a man yelled, “There are only two sexes: male and female.”

The blond-haired man yelled orders to several men and the dogs: “Find any coyotes you can, throw them back over the fence and repair it where needed.” The farm animals cheered and clapped.

Again the pigs started to protest, but as they did two men jumped on to the bed of an old wagon to the right of the porch then unraveled a poster with a photograph of a pig raping a baby goat.

The farmyard animals stood immovable in disbelieving silence as they stared at the image before them.

They knew that baby goat—

It had disappeared years ago—

They had babies of their own—

In desperation the pigs spoke in defensive tones, but no one heard them above the stoic, precarious stillness. They were no longer pigs—they were monsters.

Then slowly, like an approaching avalanche, the rage of the animals yelling and screaming at the pigs escalated until finally no one could be heard above the din of the anguished cries and then with clenched teeth and beaks the outraged animals rushed the pigs. Most escaped with their lives never to be seen again, but a few of the pigs succumbed to the fury of the goats and sheep whose kids had gone missing in the past. The desperate pleas for mercy from the pigs received not the slightest sympathy from the animals who agonizingly chanted, “Justice! Justice! Justice!”

And then it was over.

No one spoke while the goats and sheep, who had lost their children to these demons, quietly sobbed in their tremendous, excruciating grief.

The next day the old billy goat put up a sign where the old Animal Utopia sign had been. It read simply:

NEVER AGAIN.

Notes

1. Jones, Alex, and Heckenlively, Kent. The Great Awakening: Defeating the Globalists and Launching the Next Great Renaissance. Skyhorse, 2023. Kindle edition. p. 309.