A fellow blogger, I think we'll call him Blogger from Marin or (BfM), published a post that I found thought provoking. He was writing about the "Slow Food" movement, and brought up some interesting stuff.
Slow Food has nothing to do with stuff like how a PowerBar moves through your colon. It's just the antithesis of Fast Food.
He mentioned the mantra of many vegans, vegetarians, and such: "It's wrong to eat anything with a face." All right. I can see where that might be off-putting.
But they must not mean fish. Or chickens. Does a prawn or a crawdad have a face? Do oysters? Besides, we don't care, right? Or is it just me?
Now, what I think many people mean is they don't think we should eat animals that have a biological kinship or some other sort of connection with us. Like primates or most other mammals, for instance. I don't know about you, but I don't feel a lot of connection with fish. Or turkeys.
What are we really talking about, here? Man's god-given right to dominion over the animal kingdom? Cuddly cute little animals being anthropomorphized? The right of all living creatures to the pursuit of happiness without fear of being snatched up and eaten? How good ribs taste?
You have to be very p-c these days when discussing this issue. I mean animal rights, not how good ribs taste. A guy can easily get into a fistfight over what's the best method of making ribs, no doubt, but that's not the topic under scrutiny today.
I've learned, recently, to be more sensitive about other people's feellings, and to be aware that people just might have crazy-ass opinions about this mess. For example: now when I'm asked, "Don't (I) just love little furry animals?" I've learned not to say, "Well, it depends on how they're cooked."
For some reason, that perfectly rational answer enrages some people, and makes them spray paint on my shirt.
WTF?
I suppose, this means that some people have been thinking. Instead of considering the recipe ingredients we get from the Supermarket, butcher shop, Fishmonger's, Costco, etc., as nicely packaged, hopefully sanitary and safe to eat things you make for dinner, they're looking at them as the result of carnage. They view it as populations of kindred beings being subjected to mass murder, dismemberment, and other horrors.
That's one way to look at it.
It was this kind of thinking, although it came from a much more personal viewpoint than any of us will (hopefully) have to experience, that clinched Ferdinand's banishment from Hogget Farm.* If you remember, it was the presentation of his friend at the farmer's holiday table (as the main course) that prompted him to crow his famously rash condemnation from the tip of the weathervane, "Christmas means carnage!"
But that's not all. They're thinking about the factory farms where animals are inhumanely penned, fed unnatural diets, pumped up with hormones and other poisons, etc, THEN led to the abattoir.
That's enough to put you off your food.
But, where will this kind of thinking lead?
Look what it got Ferdinand.
Anyways, let's move on to the real reason I'm blogging today. Dweebert's been pestering me to post a new one, but I'd forgotten my account ID and my password. Pff! That's not all! I also forgot how to post pictures 'n stuff!
I finally got logged on, as you can tell, but I still don't remember the other important blogging stuff. I guess you'll just have to wait, while I experiment.
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OK! I'm back! If there was a picture posted at the beginning of this post, then, I did it! If not, then....crap.
It's a bit like time warps. You're seeing (or not) something first in your blog experience that I saw last.
Wow. Maybe there's a post in that....
Prolly not. But be sure to check back some time for another fascinating look at something in my next blog post, whatever it might be!
*"Babe"
This is one of the most profound movies ever made. If you haven't seen it, well...that's awful. (It's nothing like "Kiss, Kiss, Bang, Bang".)
