So I read that stupid Francis Lam article about killing the rooster & it really upset me so I spent like all morning writing this article about how I've been a vegetarian since I was 19 & how wonderful it is to be a vegetarian & how pigs are smart & cows moo all night when their calves are taken off & butchered. There were hunting stories & Dad stories & redneck stories & snake stories. I mentioned ice cream & chicken skin & mosquitos. I used the word "coagulate." I covered 40 years of vegetarianism in a mere two pages!
REALLY -- the article was, in memory, borderline brilliant & funny & only MILDLY sanctimonious & I worked for HOURS on it, writing & revising & trying to be clever and less preachy, & when I hit Save Draft & Preview it all disappeared.
When it disappeared, I swore a lot & then I WROTE a stream of swear words & hit Save Draft & Preview and it WORKED! Deep sigh. So then I went back & deleted the swear words. And this is the condensed version of my vegetarian blog.
I wish I'd never read about the rooster. It was a perfectly nice rooster. Yeah, it crowed like roosters do, but there are people who will take crowing roosters & give them perfectly nice homes. We don't kill people because they "upset the neighbors." Well...some people do...but they shouldn't, & when they do they usually get sent to jail.
Why eat a rooster when you can have a perfectly lovely vegetarian burrito? There are so many delicious things to eat that don't involve chopping a living breathing creature's head off. So why do it?
Rest in peace, rooster who probably liked pecking around in the yard & crowing with the morning sun & who, I am sure, asked for little & was happy enough with his humble life. I'm sorry, but an axe to the neck doesn't seem all that freaking humane to me & being the axe wielder is surely nothing to crow about. (Sorry about the pun, I'm TRYING to be less sanctimonious, but it's not easy, especially when I'm pissed.)