A lot of my vegetarian friends donāt get why I still eat meat even though I mostly eat vegetarian with just occasional meat when left to my own devices and at the end of the day itās because I just donāt have the same moral issues involved with killing animals that they do.
Yes I love animals. I donāt love them because theyāre cute and I feel bad for killing them though. I love them as part of the broader ecosystem. I respect them. Probably more than they respect me, because at the end of the day I know that a chicken wouldnāt hesitate to eat me if it had the means and I donāt see why I shouldnāt strike first.
Iām just not ashamed of being an omnivore. Yes this chicken was once an individual. Thank you chicken for your sacrifice. You were delicious and gave me some very necessary B vitamins.
A lot of the vegetarians that I know are vegetarian in a āfeel bad if they step on a cockroachā kind of way.
The difference between me and them is that I recognize myself as an animal defending its territory. Cockroaches spread disease into your food storage. Therefore, they are a home security threat and I shall act as a proper ape should when faced with this kind of threat and stomp on it without remorse.
Many people see differently to me about these things. I know because I am friends with some of them. And yet I am called upon when necessary so the cockroach blood may not be on their hands but instead is on mine.
Being the designated bug stomper and snake catcher in most groups youāre in can kind of give you a perspective sometimes on your existance as an animal. What am I but an ape throwing a snake out of my tree? An ape that has the ability to make chicken nuggets.





















