Eating animals

I caved. I went for more than a week without being carnivorous and today I bought a rice bowl with vegetables and a chicken wing. What the hell was I thinking? I ate all the vegetables and then had to sink my teeth into the tiniest of chicken drumsticks (probably due to stunted growth from being caged in windowless sheds) that was not even worth giving up my good intentions. That's it. I have no will power and will die a grizzly death just like the animals I eat.

Jonanthan says I just can't go cold turkey. He got that right because a roast turkey melt on ciabatta is one of the best things in the world especially with this cold weather. Gobble gobble. They are such majestic looking poultry. Big breasts, magnificent plumage but pity about the dewlap that hangs under its chin.

Eat less meat. But does that mean that piglets feel only a little bit of pain when I'm chewing on their succulent belly. Will a band aid make them feel better? I can hear them squealing. Can you tell I'm writing this blog as I'm sucking on the bone of a piece of BBQ pork rib? Think about it for just a moment - sucking on a bone - how does that even sound humane? Good grief! It's up there with the gas chamber and agent orange.

I'm wracked with guilt. Lamb chops equate to the silence of the lambs.

Gulp. I think I've lost my appetite.

All creatures big and small should survive on a glucose drip.