Wednesday, August 01, 2001
OK, maybe it's the fact that I haven't, er, *ahem* gotten any lately, or maybe it's the fact that it's been hotter than two weasels fucking in a wool sock around here for the past week, or it could be the fact that the baby my wife is carrying (see above about not getting any, it's my own damn fault) the baby has turned breach which means my wife could have to have a c-section, or at least have to have the baby turned, which involves a lot of brute force type pushing and pain. Whatever it is, I am feeling distinctly argumentative. The problem with that is that the argument centers around a blog by a very good friend of mine and I respect his opinion, I just disagree with it. To cut to the quick of the whole thing: I like beef. I mean I really like beef, it's tasty. I also like Coke. There are a lot of cranks in this world trying to prove that someone screwed them and owes them a whole pile of money. There are also a whole lot of nutjobs who will buy a story like that and support it if only to make a powerful conglomerate look bad. Whether Coka-Karma is true or not, (shrug) I can't say. I still like Coke, even if it can dissolve a penny in two days. Maybe the acid is helping to burn out the cholesterol in my arteries.
I also like venison, I like the venison in my freezer. I killed that venison. I skinned that venison. Let's be honest here, it's deer meat. Deer. Bambi's mom. I shot, gutted, skinned, cut up and cooked that deer. I had a license for two but I only got one. In Spink county South Dakota there were a whole pile of licenses available. The most available were the license type that I had: Two any antlerless. That means either young bucks or does. I shot a doe. The state has to issue that many licenses to control the population, there are very, very few natural predators anymore and alot of food for deer. If we didn't hunt them they would die in the winter of starvation and/or disease. I don't hunt for trophies, I don't hunt for fun, I hunt for food. I don't use a semi-automatic weapon. If I wanted to hunt for sport, I would go forth naked into the tree belts with a sharp stick. Not a very pleasant visual.
OK, I've gotten the little rant out. I've remembered some blood and guts. I'll be all-right now.
I also like venison, I like the venison in my freezer. I killed that venison. I skinned that venison. Let's be honest here, it's deer meat. Deer. Bambi's mom. I shot, gutted, skinned, cut up and cooked that deer. I had a license for two but I only got one. In Spink county South Dakota there were a whole pile of licenses available. The most available were the license type that I had: Two any antlerless. That means either young bucks or does. I shot a doe. The state has to issue that many licenses to control the population, there are very, very few natural predators anymore and alot of food for deer. If we didn't hunt them they would die in the winter of starvation and/or disease. I don't hunt for trophies, I don't hunt for fun, I hunt for food. I don't use a semi-automatic weapon. If I wanted to hunt for sport, I would go forth naked into the tree belts with a sharp stick. Not a very pleasant visual.
OK, I've gotten the little rant out. I've remembered some blood and guts. I'll be all-right now.
