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My name is April, and I'm Awesome
Red Meat FTW
A little known fact amongst my family and friends is that I absolutely love red meat. Nothing makes me happier than when a nice big juicy steak gets laid out in front of me. There is just something about it that makes me drool. Even the thought of it right now is just making my mouth water! I really wish mum would stop cooking so many chicken meals and get back into barbecuing some steak - I don’t have it nearly enough these days!
The other night, we had a little gathering at our house after my dad decided to be a gumby and bog his tractor and his car down in our back paddock. We spent the whole day getting bogged and unbogged and blah blah blah and at the very end of the day we all sat down to some Chilli Con Carne and flapped our gums. One of the topics of conversation was, in fact, slaughtering beasts. I boldly proclaimed that, if I had to, I would be able to slaugther a beast, skin it, gut it and make it into some nice juicy steak. Of course the boys scoffed and told me saying it was a lot different to experiencing it but the fact of the matter is - I’m about as far from a vegetarian as, to put it really lamely, a t-rex. When I was 10, I walked in on my grandad on their farm beheading some chooks and it didn’t affect me in the slightest.
The way I see it - it’s not cruel to kill the animal if you plan on using it resourcefully. Of course, I would consider it cruel if you killed them in the most inconvenient way possible. For example, stringing them up still alive, slit their throat and let them bleed while still kickin’ sort of thing. Not only does this make the meat tougher, but the animal shouldn’t have to experience that sort of pain when there are way easier, faster and convenient methods out there. My dad was telling me how when he was a boy they just used to throw some bread on the ground and put a bullet clean through the brain. It’s quick, easy and virtually painless - the beast doesn’t know what’s hit it quite literally.
Anyway, this entry isn’t supposed to be about the methods of killing animals. It’s simply to say…I love meat and am not afraid to do the dirty deeds to get it.
Are you a vegetarian? If not, how far are you willing to go to have your beloved red meat?
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Hi, my name is April. I'm 16, live in Australia, own 1 cat and work in a Library. This is my blog displaying teenage angst and the soap opera that is, ultimately, my life.
