Lonely Boy the "Animal Eater" has this to say:
I’m hungry.
Now I’m eating.
It’s a BBQ rib sandwich thing I found in the freezer. It’s kind of disgusting to look at, but it does the job.
Sometimes I wonder how many fingers go into my food. Human fingers, rather.
Just the idea that what I am putting into my mouth was alive at some point intrigues me.
What’s the point in being a vegetarian? Isn’t refusing to eat food that comes from an animal nonsense? Animals eat other animals, and we are animals ourselves. So we eat them.
Instead of going out and hunting them (which, if we did, they would all be extinct by now) we put them in farms and make them have babies specifically for us to eat. The animals are condemned before they are born. They are dastardly deeded and processed in order to be eaten.
Vegetarians refuse to eat these animals. Because of this, the animal that was dastardly deeded will never be consumed and its meat will rot and expire. Its dastardly deeding would have been for nothing. A life just to be dastardly deeded and thrown away.
At least by me eating this animal, it is helping me by taking away my hunger for the time being. I never dastardly deeded the animal, so I should not feel guilt. But if I refuse to eat it, it will most likely be thrown away and it will have been dastardly deeded for nothing.
Now my parents are yelling.
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