June 07, 2016
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And since the whole “crunchy con“ thing never really died, brace yourselves for increasingly frequent paeans to veganism coming from the right. (Especially if you”re Canadian: “We” have just endorsed gay “marriage,” I see, and it looks like carbon taxes are next. And even if you aren”t: As noted in these very “pages,” “Canada is also about 15 years ahead of the USA down the murderous path of instituting Cultural Marxism as a state religion…”)
Look, my partiality to animals over (most) people is a matter of record. My first, and lasting, reaction to the Harambe gorilla bummer was “Stupid kid.” Although I”m grateful that this incident, unlike the saga of Cecil the lion, at least provided plenty of heart-lightening joke fodder. Who else was somewhat startled by reports of a black mom and dad (a) being together and (b) taking their kids to something like a zoo? And Black Twitter anted up heedlessly even for them: “If the boy was black they would”ve found a tranquilizer,” opined one (how could I make this up?) “Hood Intellect“”a sentiment that ricocheted out of control until it turned out the boy really was black, so… Old and tired? “We wuz kingz.” Fleeting new hotness? “We wuz kongz.”
My beef with vegans is the same one I have with potheads and Gamergaters: They”re probably right. But I still can”t stand them.
Most vegans I”ve met are constipated, spindly, bike-helmeted bores, that particularly annoying subspecies of Homo sapiens one might classify notsocleverasithinkiamecus.
Even my comparatively agreeable old housemates are individuals I hope never to meet again, and I guarantee the feeling is mutual. I can”t help but think of that obscure World War II comedy “answer song“:
“How Ya Gonna Keep “Em Down on the Farm”After They”ve Seen the Farm?”
