Meat Eating Man Owns Screaming Vegans
Meat Eating Man Owns Screaming Vegans
In a nation torn asunder by politics and cultural division, there is a real dearth of heroes. But I found my hero — for the day, anyway: a meat chomping man who calmly ate a kebab while animal rights activists screamed at him.
It all happened in New York City over the weekend. First, activists spilled fake blood outside the Louis Vuitton shop in NYC. I don’t know if LV sells furs or not, but they market handbags and shoes made of leather. And that is something that these nuts can’t abide.
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Then they encountered a hapless man minding his own business and chomping on a meat kabab. They screamed at him, shouting obscenities. They accused him of having animal “blood on his hands.”
So what did this guy do? He calmly continued to eat his kebab — right in their faces. He even licked it at one point. But he didn’t say a word.
Behold, the genius of a man who knew that to stand his ground and let these lunatics make fools of themselves was the best revenge.
Anyone want to bet that these screaming Mimis have no problem with killing unborn children in the womb? As my husband said, “Maybe if someone told them that killing a cow for meat is just a retroactive abortion, it wouldn’t be so bad.”
We Americans are a meat-loving people. Our stories celebrate cowboys who drove cattle to rail heads for transport to stockyards in cities like Chicago. Once in Chicago, those cattle would turn into things like delicious steaks.
Most of our ancestors were farmers who raised cattle, pigs, and chickens for food. The indigenous people who roamed the Great Plains hunted buffalo, not only for meat, but for nearly every other part of the animal as well.
Those of us who grew up as Boomers will remember having meat on our plates each night for dinner. For our parents, it was important to make sure we were getting adequate diets; after all, they grew up with the deprivations of the Great Depression. Later their families had to deal with rationing during World War II.
Today I live in the Kansas City metro, barbecue capital of the nation, the city where Burnt Ends originated. We love our Chiefs and our ‘Cue, and not necessarily in that order.
Yes, real Americans love burgers, brats, and BBQ. No wonder McDonalds discontinued their McPlant meatless “burger” this summer. Even in the far-left San Francisco Bay Area the chain was selling only 20 McPlant sandwiches per day.
Now McDonald’s is not my idea of a place to get a good burger, but their customers showed that they would rather sink their teeth into real meat rather than some fake substitute. Even a vegetarian writer at SFGate.com called the McPlant “floppy,” “soggy” and “gloopy.”
So if the hysterical animal rights screamers thought they would shame our kebab-chewing hero into going vegan, they were very, very wrong.
I certainly don’t know who the meat-eating man was. Since he was in NYC, for all I know he may be a Democrat. But he provided a master class on how to handle idiots.
It’s simply this: responding to people who scream at you, make a scene, and call you names is a fool’s game. And the kebab-chomping champ knew this, so he let them rant, exposing them for the idiots they are.
I am reminded of this statement from the late Prime Minister Margaret Thatcher, the Iron Lady:
“I always cheer up immensely if an attack is particularly wounding because I think, well, if they attack one personally, it means they have not a single political argument left.”
So when your political opponents launch into ad hominem attacks and call you names, remember that they’re doing so because they don’t have a solid argument. Plus, they’re not very bright.
Later this week my husband and I will celebrate our wedding anniversary. And in honor of the kebab-chomping man from NYC, I will ask that we go to a good Kansas City BBQ or steak joint to celebrate.
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