Meat Rant

I eat meat. Yes. I fucking love it. Its great. I know this is 2015 and everyone is entitled to their own opinion. So, I am going say this . Animals are meant to be food. Not all of them but you know cows, sheep, pigs, chickens, you know the farm animals.

I get upset when people try to tell me that they are vegetarian because they want to save the lives of animals. That's bullshit and we all know it. You gotta look at it this way. Every single meat type option at a restaurant comes from some sort of meat farm. The animals on this farm are raised purely for the production of meat. Mindless dumb animals. I know it sounds cruel but that's what they are. Now if someone was to rally everyone in the world and create a mass boycott of the meat industry. All of the cows and sheep being raised at these facilities would be left in limbo. By this I'm saying that these animals are not suitable for the outside world. If you release them they'll get eaten by wolves or die by disease. That, in my opinion is worse than what happens at the slaughter houses. 

Man has always hunted for food. We have always eaten meat, be it goats, fish, or turkey. I am confused as to why people are choosing now, after hundreds of years of hunting, to get all pissy over eating them. Hunting and eating animals is part of the natural process of being at the top of the food chain. Its what we're supposed to do. I know now that there are "meat alternatives" but honestly those 'alternatives" taste about as good a homeless man's shoe. But, for real people eat a hamburger and support the slaughter of innocent animals. Its natural.

Being Sick

Today sucked. It all started in the morning while I was eating breakfast with my brother. I had just finished an apple and was talking to him about the many different subgenres of heavy metal when something came from deep within my stomach. It was something dangerous and evil. I had to get rid of it. I looked at my brother in distress and said," hold that thought I gotta puke."

I then bolted to the bathroom and ejected the entirety of my stomach into the toilet. Soon after the great eruption of my abdomen I folded to the floor and crawled out of the bathroom. My brother was waiting outside of the bathroom and he asked me, "Are you alright?" and I of course said "no"

Being sick isn't all that bad besides the fact that you're sick and you can't do anything that a normal person can do. The reason that it isn't so bad is that any and all responsibilities that you have become instantly vaporized. This morning I was supposed to mow a lawn for my boss. A completely miserable task in this hot Texas bullshit weather. But, since I was sick I told my boss that I couldn't do it. Instead of doing that grueling work of cutting grass I was allowed to stay at home and catch up on some episodes of Agents of Shield. Which surprisingly is a good show. 

Another thing I enjoy about being sick is the immense amount of sympathy that is given to me from my mother. Its great. I say I'm sick and then all of the sudden my mother makes me up a big ass bowl of soup. Its not that synthetic Ramen bullshit either, its the good shit. That good good. Freshly made soup with vegetables and chicken. absolutely divine. But, anyways I would like to take the time to thank mothers everywhere for doing this for their sick children. I respect how a mother can just drop everything they are doing to take care of their offspring. I couldn't do that. If my child got sick I'd tell him to suck it up and deal with it.