The Desperate Need...

24 Feb 17
05:05 hrs.

     Today is my Oma's birthday.  I don't know how old she is and I really don't care. She's the age an Oma is supposed to be. And boy is she still feisty. Love her to pieces too. My favourite books lately are James Patterson's Alex Cross series. In it, his grandmother is called Nana Mama. She reminds me of Oma in her wisdom and feistyness. So, Happy Birthday Oma!

     Everyone craves inclusion.  No one wants to be on the outside looking in. Remember how the world leaders shunned Putin at that G20 meeting? He would try to side up to converse and Merkel just sauntered off. At dinner they made him sit alone at the Tiny Tyrant's Table so he got pissed off and went back to the Kremlin in a big huff.

     Well, it has come to my attention that here on the Island there is now a Vegan Butcher shop.

     This makes no sense what so ever and I'll tell you why. Vegan means no meat. A butcher is by definition - a person who slaughters or kills and then cleans the carcass. The misnomer is the person who then breaks the carcass down into its marketable pieces is known as a meat cutter. The person at your local deli counter shaving the ham is neither and since he's doing the shaving should be called a barber.

     So,  a vegan butcher is a symantics contradiction in terms. There is no meat and nothing is being slaughtered. Vegetables that have been processed, seasoned and shaped into biological meat shapes are then sliced or shaved at the point of sale. If anything a vegan butcher is a green grocer barber or just a green barber. And who are they trying to fool with this faux cauli-salami? Not me. Sometimes, I like my meats loaded with nitrates but oversalted over compressed tofu broccoli pork chops just won't cut it. The only people being fooled are the people eating it. And they want to be fooled. They want to believe they are eating meat. For dietary reasons or because of social consiousness meat is off the menu. Okay, I get it. No big deal. You don't eat meat. But, why do you play mind games with yourself? It's like people who drink near-beer. Water. All the flavour and no alcohol.  I'm sorry. If I'm going to have a beer I'm going to have a beer and not beer flavoured water.

     It's all just Alternative Facts.

     Snow is falling again in the Valley. Yippee! But life is good. My Lobster made us some of her world famous egg salad sandwiches for lunch. Sorry, but there will be nothing left for you.