(This text was originally posted on my personal trainer's fitnessblogg, hence the reason i am going on about how wierd it may seem that i am writing about animal rights at it. With that in mind i think you´ll get the hang of the following text..haha)
Ok, so why is there suddenly a post about animal rights on Philip´s blogg? I´ll try to explain it to you, and try to explain a little bit about who i am as i am the reason as to why you are reading the following. As Philip is my recently hired PT, and he found out about my enormous interest about animals and their rights,he naturally had loads of questions regarding the subject. As it is kind of hard to find an answer to those questions if you dont ask one of us wierdo animal rights activists,hence the reason he was kind
enough to lend me some space on his very popular blogg for me to hopefully straighten out some of the questionmarks.
As we all know that animal-rights activists more or less eat human children, throwing paint all over furbearing senior citizens from dusk til dawn before we march back to our little hut´s in the forest. This, as you understand, gives an tremendous upportunity to get some facts straight now when one of us has dared to enter the human village to get some muscles on.
(it will be easier for me to catch the senior citizens when i do)
Hahaha...ok,ill try to behave. I am an fairly normal twenty-ninteen year old (sounds a lot better than 39). I live together with four furbearing terrorists in the shape of cats. Three guys and one little princess. Yes ladies, she is in charge...I am extremely fond of the art of tattooing and i am in the progress of covering myself in an wast number of different motif´s. I think the combination
of listening to music whilst endulging in beerdrinking is an fantastic way to spend an evening and..well,i am livin it up for the most part. Or i should say, this was BEFORE young Mr Lailani set the record straight for me. Now i find myself at the gym, find myself reading at foodpackages and its not only M-E-A-T that is the enemy, but also C-A-R-B-S.
What i am trying to say is that i guess i am pretty much as people are in general. I am an very happy, charming, and very easy-going chap and i dont think you would label me as an animal rights activist,as we are considered to apear for the most part, if you met me in person.
So why did i get started with this? What made me change from a person whom would gladly have snorted Big-macs if there was an possibility to do so, to change over to an veggie-diet, standing in front of furshops handing out flyers telling people to stop supporting them? How did i become infamous amongst the cirkuspeople and an general pain in the ass for the pharmaceutical companys?

Sure, i have always had some sort of love and understanding for animals. Had pets before in my life, whom i loved of all my heart. But prior to me "waking up" as i like to put it, i never made the connection between what i had on the plate and grass-munching cows. I thought fur-lining on my winterjacket was the bomb, and of course i thought it to be bad when it came to animal testing but who wants a bloody cold huh? Something like that.Just like most people in other words.
About seven years ago, the whole thing changed for me.
I was a bit bored one day and one of my catbuddy´s was a bit ill so i was, i guess, thinking more about the thing about animals having feelings too. I was surfing around on the net on different animal rights websites and came across an campain to end europes worst animal-testing facility. Huntingdon Life Sciences. The activists behind this campain had posted an undercover video showing personel from Huntingdon assaulting beagle puppies with their bare hands,simulating sex with terrified monkeys before cutting them up whilst they where still alive and on and on..I broke down completely when i witnessed the horrible abuse and torture those poor poor animals
had to endure, that moment will stay with me for the rest of my life. I thought of it to be an isolated incident so i started to search the net for other undercover films showing animaltesting, the furindustry, how animals are being treated in the circus etc.
I felt the world crumble beneath my feet,i sat in front of my computer crying for days and could not for the life of me understand how the HELL we human beings could treat other living, sensing, individuals this way???individuals whom are so innocent, so defensless and so left out to our care??
After a while my sorrow, disgust and pain turned into a raging hate and an fire that will never go out. I choosed to lift my ass of the couch and go out to do my best to end this. I chosed to get envolved as an animal rights activist.
I have a number of years behind me now when it comes to animal rights. I know what happens to our animal friends out there, and its so much darker reality than you can ever imagine. I thought i might try to write about a little about what really happens to our friends
behind the glossy pharmaceutical-adds with happy aspirins dancing around. Behind the bright circus posters, and the furindustrys desperate lies about respect for the animals that perish at their blood-soaked hands.
I have no intention of shoving this down your throat, or judge you for the way you want to live your lifes.I just want to try to tell you how the truth really is, what happens out there and perhaps help you to straighten out some questionmarks you might have concerning this.
If this makes you try eating a veggie-meal instead next time, or skip buying that "gorgeous" furhat when you find out the torture behind it, of course that would make my day. The best part of that, however, is that you made that decision yourself.
Its like we always say: Nobody can do everything,but everybody can do something and those small things mean the world to the animals, trust me on this..
I would love to get some comments, or questions. I would be happy to answer to the best of my abilities and there are no stupid questions, only stupid answers.I will try my very best to answer in an honest,open way.
Nice to meet you, until next time!
Magnus