I was reminded today in #gunblogger_conspiracy of a time I made a hippie cry.
I was visiting a few good friends up in Daley-ville (Since I was willing to travel to such a place, one must then note how much I value these friends). Around the time stomachs began to rumble, I believe it was Lord Dixon that suggested they show me to this “really good place to eat, if you don’t mind the fact that they’re liberal hardcore socialists.”
I figured it would be par for the course in Chicago. I had failed to understand just how granola these folks were. It was a with a strange sense of disconnect that I entered the Heartland Cafe. The gift shop portion of the store was filled with an amazing assortment of environmentalist, liberal, socialist propaganda. This was in 2008, and the Øbama posters were particularly hilarious, looking back. (If I ever have cause to travel into such lands again, I shall endeavor to take photos.)
The beer selection was actually decent, if memory serves. We all chose an entree, and the waiter came to take our orders. As I was about to give my order for a chicken dish, I noticed on the menu that it specifically stated the chicken was “free-range.”
I said something like, “I’ll have the chicken…never mind, it’s free-range. I’ll have this instead.”
“What’s wrong with ‘free-range chicken?'” the waiter asked.
(Now, one must picture this waiter, to appreciate the full effect. He’s dressed in well-worn handmade hemp clothing, has ratty sorta braided, ‘I want dreadlocks’ blond hair, and has a scruffy, unkempt chin-beard of some variety. He’s hygienically clean with no odor, but unkempt in appearance.)
“It doesn’t taste quite as right,” I said
He puffed up to deliver his speech, “It’s 100% certified organic, free-range. It’s free of hormones and chemicals. Not only is the taste more natural, but it’s healthier for you, more humane and environmentally friendly.”
“But there’s no fear.”
“In the chicken. There’s no taste of fear. Of torment. There are certain juices, enzymes if you will, that are released when an animal lives in fear and suffering – especially at the end of its life. Free-range chicken doesn’t have that.”
“That’s…(lost for words)”
“Nature. Man is a natural predator. Not strictly a carnivore, I’ll grant you. An omnivore, to be sure, but the taking of meat requires a predatory status.”
“Which would certainly be a factor if the chickens were human. That suffering and fear brings out a distinct succulent flavor in the meat. I’ll profess ignorance if it arises from the adrenaline or some other internal process. Whether being de-beaked adds more flavor than the confinement or infighting. Or even if it’s the simple fact that this small animal knows almost from birth til inevitable death that it is nothing more than future food with a meaningless existence until the higher purpose of its death.”
At this point, the waiter was very visibly upset. He glanced at his notepad, back up at us, and quickly retreated to the kitchen without another word. One of my friends burst out laughing, another applauded, and Lord Dixon grabed my arm and pulled me out of my chair.
“We’re leaving,” he announced, throwing down some cash for the drinks. “I do not want to eat anything that comes out of the kitchen after that performance, no matter how hilarious.”
Although I was unable to sample the distinctly humane cuisine from the Heartland Cafe, my unshakable reasoning ensured that I did not pay for drinks for the remainder of the evening. I believe this was a good exchange.
As I was filling it out, I was actually worried about some items. Some of my activities could be considered hippie-ish, like:
- Recycle aluminum cans
- Use Freecycle
- Read Poetry
- Save my brass
- Dumpster Dive
Thankfully, they are all easily explained. I recycle cans because the local scrap place will take them and actually give me money.
Freecycle is great because “it’s a great way to score free stuff.” Also a free way to have people haul stuff you don’t need anymore.
I read poetry as well as many other things. A great man once told me, “To be a leader, you need to be a reader.”
Brass should be self-explanatory
Dumpster diving now-a-days is mostly limited to the times I spot something salvageable off the bat, but still a valid way to get things on the cheap.
Also, isn't the PC term "Climate-change" now?
I was wandering about the web, and was snagged into retaking the Libertarian Purity Test. (I scored an 87)
This got me to thinking about wookiee suits, when, lo and behold: THIS!
With all of the ‘crazy’ things I apparently believe, as well as being a Star Wars fan from the age of five; I’m really hoping that this will be available at a price that isn’t too prohibitively expensive.
I read and interesting quote the other day.
“Among the many misdeeds of the British rule in India, history will look upon the act of depriving a whole nation of arms, as the blackest.”
—Mahatma Gandhi (Autobiography, by M.K. Gandhi, p.446)
I must confess an amount of ignorance concerning Gandhi and his life. I’ve heard him referenced before, and had a vague notion of what he stood for, but have never really studied him, even in passing. I’ll be adding his autobiography to the ever growing pile of books I need to consume.
I know the general rule of polite society is not to discuss politics or religion, but I found this to be very well written. A friend of mine wrote it and I’ve decided to post it here with his permission.
Also, this is the internet – we’re not in polite society.