“Meat Rocks!”

Now I would like to tell you a story, so let’s hop in the Way Back machine for a minute, because this story goes “Way Back” to when I was in my early twenties, and the phrase “Politically Correct” hadn’t even been invented yet. I used to be much more of a bleeding heart Liberal than I am now (if you can believe that). Although I’m an unapologetic lover of delicious meaty foods, I also love animals and am completely against unnecessary animal testing, so I used to give money to PETA. It seemed like the right thing to do and it made me feel like “part of the solution” as they say, rather than “part of the problem.”

After about two years of giving money to PETA and receiving their ridiculously short-sighted, self-righteous, militant vegetarian propaganda in the mail, I decided I was done with them. Because any organization that equates Colonel Sanders or McDonalds with Nazi Germany has to have its head up its ass. PETA annoyed me so deeply I wanted to eat meat just to piss them off.