The next time you get hungry for a cheeseburger avoid the genetically-modified beef imposter. It’s a pink slurry of toxic chemicals and artificially produced by products, unfit for human consumption. More plastic than anything else, created in a laboratory, grown in a Petri dish, it leaves a bad taste in your mouth, like eating Vaseline. It’s all about cutting costs, duping consumers, finding alternative substitutions, and fleshing out chemical ingredients from the ground-up meat. Most people will eat anything and everything if it’s freshly butchered, cooked long enough and masked in herbs and spices. You can eat it raw. A little steak tartare topped with a raw egg yolk and fresh parsley might do a body good.
The phrase “meat is murder” became popular in the lexicon of the animal rights movement and activist vegan circles like PETA. It was the title song from the album of the same name by The Smiths. A sample excerpt of the lyrics; “This beautiful creature must die. A death for no reason. And death for no reason is murder.” Pretty heavy stuff there. Nobody asked permission to leave the dinner table. Do you hear that carrot screaming when you chop it up?
Slice and dice those sweet babies into small bite-sized pieces to make them easily digestible. No need to mention what food becomes after you eat it. If your body’s a temple then it’s full of crap. Looks good on the outside but not so much inside. Top of the food chain, the winner gets the chicken dinner. Eat a hot dog. It might taste good, but the mystery’s in the meat. Survival of the fittest, nobody cares if animals, vegetables, or people feel good about it. Do they have souls? Does their spirit leave the body? Why do you put ketchup on it?
The image of primitive cave dwellers sitting around a roaring fire gnawing on giant dinosaur bones, or a scene from The Flintstones where a giant rack of ribs at the drive-through is served at the car window. Meat compared to murder is starving, dying to eat again, real soon. It’s not that dissimilar to a guy woofing down a triple cheeseburger and a super-sized fries and soda.
Surely, we are what we eat. A bunch of fat meat puppet gourmands. Gigantic fish devour little fish, and the little fish never had a chance. They’re gobbled up quick. Eat or starve. Slowly waste away from lack of food or kill something and eat it. Just another humanitarian crisis, forced starvation from authoritarian regimes. We see starvation everyday around the globe. Let’s see how they like it. The queen said, "Let them eat cake," before her execution. Nobody was hungry afterwards. All they wanted was some fried chicken. There were some party poopers in the Donner Party that had to eat their fellow pioneers. Trapped by a freak blizzard in a mountain pass in 1846, the 87 original members dwindled to 46 by the time they were rescued. Stuck in the mountains for five months with nothing to eat but each other. At least they waited until someone died from freezing plus starvation before they chowed down. You don’t like pork? The pig is a filthy creature, but humans are worse.
There is a litany of serial killers throughout history that prefer the other white meat. The long hog. Especially the tender bits like butt cheeks and thighs. Hannibal Lector preferred brains. Infamous modern-day killers like Jeffrey Dahmer kept his freezer stocked with sexual organs and severed heads. Different tastes for different people. Who knows what the victims in Gaza are eating? It boggles the mind how one group of people could be so cruel and inhuman to another over land, religion, and domination. It’s a travesty to the connoisseurs of bad taste. Some folks will say it tastes like rubbery chicken. Some fresh roadkill may suffice. It’s hunting season for the hunters and their prey. Only the strong survive. Thank the good lord for this food we are about to eat. Pass the potatoes and dig in. There’s more than one way to skin a critter. Watch out for the bones.