The tool trap
I have a statistics test tomorrow afternoon and a chemistry test on Monday. I’m procrastinating naturally. School is kinda kicking my ass but I’m pushing back. We’ll see who wins this epic battle. I apply for UCSF this July and I have every expectation of being accepted.
The only remaining cousin I keep in contact with is moving to Austin, Tx. This is where I would say something about how she’s a redneck and she and her honky ass can have Texas, but Brittanie is from Tejas and she seems like an upstanding citizen. So I won’t make fun of Texas, at least not til I visit it and have the chance to judge it first hand.
Today was her going away party. Her dads (my uncle by marriage) gene pool is hardcore Swiss American real life rednecks. Like, oh my god there are several mounted animals in this home. You say you killed them yourself? All the way from Colorado huh? You. Made this jerky? That’s…intense. They are all Guns & Ammo and the Cabela’s catalogue. We differ on several levels, but they are my favorite. I never told any of them that I’m vegetarian except my aunt. These aren’t the people you want to be talking to about animal cruelty or the environmental impact of factory farming. These people could single-handedly support the meat industry if needed. I overlook this for the most part, to maintain civility and the only remaining extended family relationships I have. They are good people in every other respect, they support gay rights, they drink alcohol and will manage to make you feel welcomed no matter what.
Except my uncles brother and his wife. That wife is a fucking cunt. I have never once mentioned my vegetarianism to anyone. In fact, none of them even noticed it until my aunt warned me that there was meat in the beans. Mustache cunt started going on about how people need animal protein to live. I’m not going to let someone who looks like that tell me what my body needs. I don’t think you know what your body needs. And it doesn’t seem like eating rotting flesh is doing you any favors. But I stayed out of it and let her go on in her own ignorant bliss. I spoke to my aunt about work and school. Cunty McCuntcunt barges in with, “Oh you college kids have it made.” That was it. “Are you kidding me? I work full time and I’m taking 9 units.” Imagine that, you’re wrong about something and I’m calling you on it. She didn’t interrupt anymore.
As we were saying our goodbyes the cunts husband, Dickhole, knowing we live in Santa Cruz, blurts out, “Tell them to get out of the goddamn trees over there.” I’m thinking of the Berkeley tree sitters and because these people are dumb as all hell I remind them, “Berkeley and Santa Cruz are two completely different cities.” “No there’s one in Santa Cruz, been up there for 17 weeks now! I’m tired of hearing about that shit on the news.” TBU, better able to handle my own family, smiles and says, “I bet that bucket stinks then!” We leave.
Three things I wanted to say:
1) Tell your president to get out of Iraq, I’m tired of that shit.
2) Only retards watch local news anyway.
3) Isn’t your cirrhosis terminal yet, you fucking cracker?
::blood boils::
I’m not related to them so I can rest easy.
The Millionizer tries not to be smug but can’t help noticing how stupid everyone else is
Oh, I’m not from Texas. I just live there now.
I’m from Oklahoma.
Isn’t it okay to eat meat if you’ve killed it yourself? I mean, that takes the factory-farm middleman aspect out of it, and in a strange way mimics the way humans have been eating (and gathering) their food for the thousands of years before technology came along. Plus, it seems way, way more humane to eat a wild animal downed with one or two shots than to eat an animal kept in a shit-filled cage it’s entire life and then half-killed with a electronic prod to the neck.
yeah, you’re totally right. i find it much less terrible to kill a wild animal and actually use it than eating a steak from costco or whatever. i didn’t really explain the fact that their meat eating and hunting are for the most part mutually exclusive. if they never bought their meat, they’d only be eating meat like 8 times a year instead of every single day. i was twacked out on coffee when i wrote this. i didn’t have time for things like details. like how you live in texas but are from ok. i knew that, i really really did.
i did my state report on Oklahoma in 5th grade. it was fun. my mom’s from Texas, but she’s Mex-Tex, so it’s different.
Austin is apparantly okay. I’ve been before and everyone told me “Austin is the Berkeley of Texas.” But alas, an uber-liberal Texas is a semi-conservative California. Austin reminded me A LOT of San Diego.
It’s really hard having standards when the rest of the country thinks that where we came from and actively judge is actually acceptable.