January 7, 2001

  • I love to spin off all the great logs out there. And today agrochick78 proved to be just the right flare. Like one race car following on the bumper of another to reduce wind resistance, I first offered this as a comment but now as a weblog. But let's be fair: read her log first, then leave any comments, eSmoochProps, or smileys right there.


    I became a vegetarian for a while in the military. Not satisfying a natural craving for meat heightened my predatorial outlook. I was *always* unfulfilled, always watchful -- a predisposition that benefited me in my jungle exploits.


    I think that the meat industry is a sexist conspiracy. Old men yearning for prepubescent young girls with dolly parton tits. Oh yeah, those cattle hormones can pump them up quickly. Prod every young girl into becoming a properly-busted Barbie. Hormones! I love them. I hate them. I need them!


    The food chain or pyramid or castle or kingdom reaches its epitome in our *food industry*, the meat industry being the centerpiece jewel. This is about as *natural* as Tammy Faye Baker's makeup or keeping wild beasts in the zoo (no, I’m not being redundant). Granted, to the degree that the market for meat reflects our natural cravings, the meat industry can be considered an expression of nature. Ah, but the injected hormones to plump up and make things so sumptuous: Nature in its marvelous workings forgot about that!

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