If vultures did not exist, the entire world would stink...literally. The stench of rotting flesh would climb the highest mountain, piercing the nose of every human with its rancid odor. Vultures can consume up twenty percent of their own weight in decaying flesh, so they make for a very easy way of getting rid of unwanted odors. The acid in the stomach of a vulture is so strong that it can even kill deadly substances such as anthrax and cholera, which can take humans out quite quickly. Such is the way of the mighty vulture. Most people likely do not think of benevolence when they think of vultures, but they are wrong as wrong can be. Just look at this bird's resume: a quiet disposition, never pushy unless threatened, only comes in for the kill when the prey is clearly, at least to the vulture, going to die, and, it is even a social animal, which is the reason you generally see these birds feeding in venues, one of the terms for a group of vultures. This is a bird that has a lot to offer humanity, but not many people pay attention to them. They are sort of the outcasts of the bird world. People like birds with colorful coats and sing song chirping, none of that practicality bullshit. And who needs talent when you got looks? I mean, have you seen the wings on that dove. Hubba, hubba! Am I right?! Such is the cruel superficiality of the human world: either flap like a blue jay or shut the hell up. I see a lot of myself in vultures. I provide practical information for people that may help them in the long run, not appeals to emotion, but reveals of life in motion. The thing is, vultures are not aware that they are helping other animals; they are just trying to survive on the planet. So, there is no competition between who will regulate and sell the different vultures services. They coexist in a way that they are almost oblivious to. People, on the other hand, are so oblivious of the vulture's services and peaceful traits that they mock the vulture and associate it with everything bad in the world. No one is knocking down my door to to appreciate anything I've done either. No one wants to pay for my services anymore. Such is the life of a performer: they love you one day, they hate you the next...Such is the way, and so on, and so forth. But I will never be a vulture, no matter how much I yearn to be. I will never have a group that stands up for me, not really. I am too different. I am not enough like other people to be deserving of their empathy. That has been communicated to me quite well by the way people vote, and the way people are willing to not give back to the people they walked all over to get to where they are. See, vultures don't think about things like revenge or rejection or fairness or justice or equality. They do not have to. They are just birds. But people do...people do. And, unless you start appreciating the benevolence of the vultures in your lives: the people cleaning up after you, the people waiting on you, the people teaching your kids, the people staffing your businesses, the people healing your illnesses, and so on, and so forth; I can assure you that you will find that out soon enough...