It was about a month ago that I came about with my final, end-all reason that I eat meat...
I'm an arrogant (as well as
insensitive)
SOB. That's right, I'm a
human being, as a race we've out-smarted every
critter on the
planet so I'll be damned if I'm not going to bite into the side of some
inferior animal. I'm the top of the
food chain and I feel it's my responsibility to act that way. Hey! we're even smart enough that we've made it so that we don't even have to
hunt anymore! Add to that the fact that most of our
livestock animals have had most of their
survival instincts bread out of them hundreds of years ago if a human operated
meat packing facility didn't end the life of that cow with a
steel bolt through it's head, it would probably be ripped apart still kicking by wild dogs (or some other such predator), and I'll be damned if some
wild dogs are going to bogart my strip
steak!
I'm arrogant, I eat meat because I like the way it tastes and because
I can. It feels nice at the top.
P.E.T.A. and other such
organizations can go suck on a sogy lump of
tofu if they think I'm going to let a
lion or
wolf eat better than I do. I mean what's the primary attribute of a
cow?: It's
Tasty!.
The advent of
aquaculture and further scientific advancements in agricultural areas are making it possible for us to eat and live better than our
ancestors ever had. I say dig in!