One of my YT friends, Caylyn, put this video together using Sam Harris’s song, War on War. If you enjoyed her video, check out her channel at http://www.youtube.com/user/GreatGig1
As human beings we try to make the world around us humane and safe for our kind to live in. We sit in theaters cringing while watching movies of aliens invading, harvesting our race for food and we shudder at the very idea. Yet, we are not so different are we? In many ways humans are the very beasts we portray in movies. It’s fantasy, not real. Before you purchase your next meal, think about how it got there.
I would love to be a vegetarian but, honestly, I do love a good steak. I am not opposed to eating meat. If there were a way that I could stomach the cheeses and the tofu and stuff that goes with eating a non-meat diet, I might consider it but I was raised coniverous and that’s what I am comfortable with. I stopped eating veal a long time ago after I visited a veal farm. I’ll probably never eat at KFC again after viewing the conditions upon which they treat the chickens.
I am an advocate for humane treatment of all animals.
I can’t seem to escape feta cheese. It’s in everything! It seems that the majority of people I socialize with love love love the stuff. To me it tastes like vomit. Care for some salad with sprinkles of vomit? How about some vomit kiech (I probably misspelled that)? Uh, no thanks.
When I first moved to California in 1986. I couldn’t escape cilantro. Californians love that stuff. At first I didn’t understand why the Mexican restaurant’s food tasted soapy. The food didn’t taste like that in Texas. I was used to TexMex. Over the years, I’ve learned to deal with it. I don’t love cilantro, but I did succumb and surrender and accept it, and now I can tolerate it in salsa. I try to eat around it but an occasional sprig doesn’t gag me like it used to. Still, I don’t think I will EVER be able to tolerate any kind of goat cheese.
Perhaps my dislike of cheeses came from a cheese trauma I suffered as a child. I was at an “adult” party and saw a tray of chocolate balls rolled in nuts. I took one and bit into it. It WAS NOT chocolate but blue cheese. My eyes watered, I turned green and ran to the bathroom to throw up and wash my mouth out. To this day I can’t even look at a cheese ball without remembering the shock of the blue cheese flavor.
Oh, but how I wish I could love cheese. It would make it so much more enjoyable when I dine out or go to a party. I could order an omelet at a sidewalk cafe without fear. It seems like the nicer and classier the joint, the more likely they are to serve goat cheese. =) Ahhhhhhhrg!!!!
Feta feta everywhere and not a bite to eat. I hate feta.
"I'm selfish, impatient and a little insecure. I make mistakes. I am out of control at times and hard to handle. But if you can't handle me at my worst, you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best." -- Marilyn Monroe
If by a "Liberal" they mean someone who looks ahead and not behind, someone who welcomes new ideas without rigid reactions, someone who cares about the welfare of the people — their health, their housing, their schools, their jobs, their civil rights, and their civil liberties — someone who believes we can break through the stalemate and suspicions that grip us in our policies abroad, if that is what they mean by a "Liberal," then I'm proud to say I'm a "Liberal." -- John F. Kennedy