Meat, Murder, and You

Occasionaly I hear complaints about the evils of hunting and/or fishing. The point being that it is cruel to kill innocent animals and that we don't have a need for such brutality in our ultra-advanced space-aged culture. Fine. If that is what you want to assert, then you can. Unfortunately, many who hold this view also have no problem wolfing down a McDonald's Aortanator or self-asphyxiating with chicken fingers. Delving into the hypocrisy of this will be unnecessary. So, my point is this-if you wish to make complaints about the brutality of animal murder, don't eat meat-ever.

On the other hand, if you are like me and you like a moderate amount of meat in your diet, do the following: kill an animal and eat it. I believe that everyone who eats animals should take personal responsibility for their deaths and personally kill and consume a beast. By doing this, a few things should occur, at least they did for me-first, you should be uneasy about killing animals. There is nothing fun about it (if you do like killing animals, I consider you abnormal and frightening). Second, whenever you eat non-personally-slain-meat, you will remember that the process of putting that meat in the fridge at Wal-Mart involved a similarly unpleasant experience to the one you had. Ultimately, putting a face to the meat should decrease your meat consumption. Most would agree that less meat is more as far as health is concerned.

In summary, eating meat is a responsibility as I see it. If you are going to eat it, don't pretend like your garments aren't stained with the blood of the animals you're eating and personally kill something to fully understand this. If you aren't going to eat it, pontificate to your heart's content about its evils.