Don't tell me that people are like sheep unless you have working knowledge or first hand experience of working with sheep. I have worked with sheep as a shearer for over 20 years. I grew up on a farm with them. What is your own direct experience with sheep? If you tell me you have never seen a live sheep, shorn a live sheep (or dead one), drenched a mob of sheep, trimmed their toe nails and treated them for foot rot, marked lambs, which means clipping a piece out of their ear so you can recognize your own sheep, cutting the top off their testicle sack then pulling their testicles out with your teeth and spitting them out on the ground in a 100 degrees of heat, watching a red kelpie run up and grab them out of the dust and eat them, taking a butchers knife and cutting the sheeps' throat (which means severing its spinal cord so it doesn't unduly suffer), bleeding it, dressing it, (which doesn't mean putting shoes and socks on it) skinning it, gutting it, hanging it overnight in a meat house, getting up before sunrise sand cutting it down (which means sectioning it off with a knife and hacksaw into its various parts) and then, finally, eating the fruits of your labor.
Until you have been through that process then don't tell me people are like sheep or call people, sheeple. You have no legitimate right or standing to do so. I am telling you, you yourself are sheeple.
Where I come from, people that speak a certain way are told, in no uncertain terms, "Don't try and tell your mother how to suck eggs."
What makes people appear to be what you call sheeple is that they will willingly repeat to each other what is not their own direct experience. The television is nothing more than a second-hand experience. Speak from your own direct experience and you will be much happier. Once you become so out of touch with the food that you eat and you have no knowledge of the source, you're in big trouble.
I once asked a cockie in the Outback, "What's for dinner?" He handed me a butchers knife and a steel and pointed, "That is, the one with the red brand on its ass." "I can't kill a sheep." I said to him. "No?", said he. "Then hunger will teach you because I'm not doing your fucking dirty work for you."
