They shoot only runts, and they do that with the battery-operated bolt-gun through a fake bottle. Grim but final.
A greater question of the bovine equine distinction that so rolls the philosophy of meat eating, one pesky reader of Dr Mrs Dr's Zany Advice site keeps asking her if she eats horse meat. And I think, what the hell? Lady just tirelessly campaigns for a lifting of onerous horse-slaughter regulations that cause undue suffering to transported old nags that have to go outside the USA to be killed and rendered. But because the good lady with the excellent short and sassy mane might eat babies if they were properly labeled as anencephalic and were organic, this means nothing in principle. Diana has decreed nothing about eating horse. Nothing.
She wants horses not to be sent to their Final Solution, in, you guessed it, Canada. Land of abortion, horsemeat, gay naked marriage potsmoking brothels and all. Hell for humankind, hell for horses. She admits that. She wants horses humanely slaughtered in Colorado. In her backyard. For a price. An objective price.
Does a petro sheik drink his oil? Does an architect eat his buldings? Does a pirate eat his stolen cargo? Would Diana eat her relatives?
This is an important distinction to make lest we think Diana was being hypocritical. In ordinary circumstances she might support voluntary deportation to Canada for slaughter, for the pre-born, the socialist, and for the old nags. She is consistent here, and I respect that. If she would eat supermarket organic anencephale steak tartare or stillborn faux-brain (since they have none, rendering them food) croquettes with bacon,
Another Damn Thing -- eating the thing that looks at her through the window while she 'works' on her blogs and self-admiring promotional shills elsewhere. PayPal Philosopher.. Your Money Pays For My Horses' Insurance and My Hair. Since 2012 and still rockin the free world! I have a RADIO SHOW! It"s on almost all the time (in my house) and I offer free fun things like extra radio shows all the time. Like me on iTunes. Leave a comment. Press a button. Call me. Send me money. Talk to me.
I give advice and get all purse-lipped on Certain Subjects. My open threads are as open as Eva Peron's crypt. And as safe after dark. Though not as well visited. PayPal Philosopher, raised by Objectivish nutters and carrying on the tradition to its logical endgame, madness and humiliation. Did I mention PayPal? Every little nickel helps, folks. That"s how all the bigtime evangelists started, honest. They called it nickel and diming. I don't care what they call it. It still pays my Dowry rent and the hay for my fucking horses! Mwa ha ha ha ha.
Edited by william.scherk, 16 May 2012 - 01:57 AM.