Fly in the face of reason.
June 20, 2009
Let me preface this post with a little bit about myself (although I’ve touched on this before): I am a vegan, which means I do not eat any animal products whatsoever. No meat, no dairy, etc. You’ve all met at least one crazy, skinny, hippy-dippy stoner vegan in your time, am I right?
But I’m not one of those vegans. I don’t go around screaming and yelling about the cruelties of the factory farm industry. I keep my opinions to myself, largely because people are SO damned sensitive about what they eat. You should hear the apologies I hear from people who are eating meat around me: “Oh, I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t be eating this in front of you… you know, I don’t eat that much red meat..” etc etc. I’m sure fellow vegans and vegetarians can relate. But you can eat a 5 pound rare ribeye right in front of me and I don’t give a shit. Why? Oh, because I’m a live-and-let-die sort of person. Do what you want, it’s your body.
Don’t get me wrong, though – nothing boils my blood or nauseates me quite like animal cruelty. It is beyond despicable to me. Those now-and-again news reports you hear of people leaving dogs and cats in cages in large numbers to starve to death… I can’t even tell you how much that kind of shit enrages me. And I don’t have any pets (the reasons for which are perhaps fodder for a future post – stay tuned) but puppies and baby cows and ducks and kittens get me all warm and fuzzy.
But I am certainly not a card-carrying member of PETA. Yes, I believe animals have rights – but I don’t shoo every house fly and mosquito out the door. No sir. If a tick or a mosquito or a fly lands of me, it’s gonzo for the poor little bastard.
Can you even believe the wackos over at PETA are calling Obama to the carpet for killing that fly? Honest to christ, what the fuck is wrong with these people? Sorry – being a Jain and tiptoeing around in life wearing a gauze mask in front of your unwashed face is not my idea of loftiness. I’m far from perfect – but what I do works for me and I’m not harming anyone – except that I eat what I’m willing to kill. Life is about extracting life from the living things around you – it’s called survival. I mean, we’re human mammals, for crying out loud.