The Vegan Takeover, Men with Leggings, and Allergies

Santa Monica has taken a drastic turn since fifty years ago, and not for the good. Just a heads up for any vegans, men that wear tights or people with allergies – don’t read this. First of all, vegans have taken a perfectly good pizza place away from me and many other innocent people. BricoLA was taken too soon, and replaced by Kye’s, a vegan wrap place. This was the beginning of the end, and while we normal people did not know it, the reign of vegans had just begun. I was walking on Third Street the other day when I looked to my right and saw Flower Child, a vegan/vegetarian restaurant. After I let my anger cool off a little, it was at that time when I realized we as a city need to do something about this. WE need to rise up. WE need to protect what is ours, what THEY are stealing from us. It seems like everyday a new vegan place is replacing what was a perfectly good restaurant, book store or vape shop and I think it’s finally time to take a stand. To Make Santa Monica Great Again. Vegans are slowly taking over our society, and by just 2020, without any force, vegan restaurants will appear left and right, four or five per block.  It’s not only the vegan restaurants that piss me off, but the people that go in them. We live in Santa Monica, where it’s seventy degrees and sunny everyday with a slight breeze and men are walking into vegan restaurants with leggings on under their shorts. Yes, leggings. Because god forbid their calf muscles get cold. Why not wear pants? And lastly, since when did everyone become allergic to everything? I can’t even eat a peanut butter sandwich in public without someone smelling it and scolding me for not caring about others. More recently, I was walking on the sidewalk where, of course, a vegan restaurant was, and began to open a bag of peanut M&M’s, which I was saving all day. I take out a single M&M as someone walks out of the vegan place, and the guy that walks out gives me the dirtiest look, then reaches in his bag. He whips out a surgical mask and puts it over his mouth, because outside of that “vegan paradise” is a world of chaos and disgust. A world where a single peanut M&M poses as life-threatening. And then everyone else looks at me like I’M the bad guy, calling me so inconsiderate and what-not. It is clear that vegans are rising up to power in Santa Monica, and something needs to be done. Fast. We’ve done nothing for too long, and it’s gotten to the point where I can’t breathe when I walk down the street anymore. If I do, EpiPens fly all over the place, and I just stand there, finally realizing that the one Reese’s Peanut Butter Cup I ate two hours earlier is slowly killing a dozen people. So, what can we do to gain our city back? Well, it’s simple. A walkout.