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I am a meat eater and have been all my life.
When vegetarians ask me why, I respond with the following 3 main arguments:
1) We are the top of the food chain and are designed to eat meat.
2) Animals are stupid and probably don’t notice/feel pain.
3) If I don’t eat it some-one else will. It’s already dead after all.
But am I kidding myself?
1) We are the top of the food chain, but just because we have the tools to kill does that mean we should?
2) Animals don’t feel pain…yet have you seen an animal being killed?
3) It’s already dead after all…what about supply and demand?
So there you have it, the entire vegetarian vs non vegetarian argument summed up in six sentences.
Putting all that aside, it occurred to me, however, that as some-one who eats meat, I have absolutely no idea how that meat ends up on my plate.
If we are brave enough to eat meat, we really should be brave enough to kill it ourself..
I’m not asking you to kill, I’m asking you to watch it be killed. Give a few minutes and watch at the very least one of these three videos to hear out the millions of animals we’ve eaten.
Don’t delay it, make an excuse or ignore it as I have done for many years. Just watch it.
“Ignorance and inconsideration are the two great causes of the ruin of mankind” John Tillotson
“Ignorance is not bliss. It’s blind.”
For those of you are brave enough to kill a chicken yourself, cut it’s head off, it’s feet and legs off, cut it’s belly open and rip out the intestines, heart and lungs and then shove it in the oven, a step by step method on how to do this can be found here.
Is it morally wrong to eat meat?
I don’t know.
Will I stop eating meat?
I don’t know
Is what we do to animals just so we can have a tasty meal cruel?
Can we survive healthily without cutting necks and ripping out hearts and intestines?
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As I enter the club, I have only one objective. To hunt.
My reason for going shopping, finding nice clothes, wearing nice clothes, taking a cab and paying to enter this crowded room with loud music is not to stand at the bar communicating with males with a drink in my hand. No. What losers. Their mere presence is an insult to me, to know that I have to pay the same amount to be in the same vicinity as these mindless sheep who think that their night consisting of waddle dancing within a circle of men with their best shirts on is their concept of “fun.”
No. I am a wolf, and I’m here for my meal.
And for you men who have come out to look after and keep an eye out for your group of “best female friend circle”, don’t test me. You vermin are the people who disturb my sleep at night. Not because I worry that you may slightly delay my inevitable entrance into the insides of your female friends, but because you are lying to the world: You are not really a man. Your female friends severed your testicles off and strung them up to their waist belt so they can give them a little *squeeze* when they want some-one to buy their drinks.
Stay the hell out of my way.
And for you ladies, don’t fear me. I am the reason for you spending all that time to get ready and look so gorgeous. I love, adore and think of you all day. Your beauty astounds me and to me, is living proof that the world was created. It is a shame that these pathetic sheep men can’t see how stunning you are. You are my irresistible sweet lust and it is within my natural instinct to find, charm and seduce you.
I desire you.