Monday, June 26, 2006

Dumb

Rod Dreher and the Crunchy Cons excepted, why are the granola types always so eager to make themselves look like total retards?

Whole Foods bans sale of live lobsters.

Because a species that is less than an evolutionary hop, skip, and a jump away from its Cambrian ancestors deserves the same loving affection as, say, a newborn.

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7 Comments:

At 4:22 PM, June 26, 2006, Blogger Brian said...

solution: keep the lobsters in separate containers that replicate their natural surroundings, ensuring safe transport and living conditions all the way through the supply chain until the point of end-consumer purchase. then, and only after ensuring the entire process has been humane, drop the fucker in boiling water.

pshaw..freakin tree huggers. love the smell of their own farts.

 
At 5:38 PM, June 26, 2006, Anonymous Anonymous said...

I had some lobster this weekend, and it was damned fine. I don't give a sweet fuck if my food is "treated with respect and compassion." I'm sure it's a bitch to be captured, shipped, and boiled alive, but they are sure tastey. As a matter of fact, I think I'm going down to the Old Port to pick myself up one tonight!

 
At 6:07 PM, June 26, 2006, Blogger JM said...

I heard that Paul and Linda McCartney use to buy the ones in restaurant tanks and then would set them free!
I like them with some butter or lemon sauce.

 
At 11:53 AM, June 27, 2006, Anonymous Anonymous said...

"Hi, I'm an otter! I swim on my back and make cute little people like gesters with my hands"!
"Your free to go Mr. Otter."
"Hi, i'm a Cow. I..."
"Get in the truck!"
"But I have feelings and deserve compasion!"
"Your a baseball glove, now get in the damn truck"
Cause thats the problem. We only care about the animals that don't taiste good or entertain us in some way. Oh well, sucks not being at the top of the evolutionary food chain bitches!

 
At 5:42 PM, June 27, 2006, Anonymous Anonymous said...

i also love the smell of my own farts.

 
At 7:47 PM, June 27, 2006, Blogger Richard said...

If newborns taste good, let's mass produce them. Toony, spread your legs.

 
At 9:39 PM, June 27, 2006, Anonymous Anonymous said...

I am a baby machine. Roar.

 

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