Just a Few More Reasons NOT to Eat Meat

Picture this:

A room full of the smell of cigars. Florescent lights cut the smoke. In the middle of the room, a ring of chicken wire. A small German Shepherd and a vicious pit bull are thrown into the ring. Their owners watch as the two dogs tear each other apart. Both dogs come close to death. At the end of the night, the men pass money back and forth among each other. They climb into their trucks and head home, sneaking back into bed with their innocent wives.

Tender as Hellfire tells this story. From the eyes of a 10 yr old.

Tenderloin is not normal.

It's true, I don't eat meat. I've never regretted making that decision for over two years. I've never missed hamburgers or the smell of barbecue, and I've learned to love tofu as much as the most fanatic soy-lover. This scene wasn't nearly as vomit-enducing as some of those radical PETA videos I've made myself sick watching, but there was more to this scene than just a couple of bloody paws. It's something I've noticed about meat eaters across the board. These two kids, an arsonist and a younger brother aspiring to be an arsonist, were more than hurt when their mother's greasy boyfriend took them to see this cruelty. They were truly sorry for the dogs who were being turned on one another. Pill even came close to tears when he watched Shiloh the cowardly pitbull come close to death.

And then they went home and ate a steak.

Just kidding.

But who knows, they might've, had I turned the page and continued in opening my mind to this strange, strange book. Maybe I stopped reading because I was disturbed by their insensitivity, but I would guess that wasn't the case. I closed the book only to think about it over and over again. Why do most of us have a strict disconnect between the food we eat and the animals we love? Why do we eat ham when pigs are as smart as a two yr old child? Why are we appalled that dogs in Japan aren't a rare menu item? Why don't I just suck it up and eat a steak?

I have come to a conclusion. I need to write an essay.

Or maybe I'll write another blog.
As soon as I find out whether or not Pill really did eat that steak.