I don't care if somebody kills a cow I've never even seen that provides me with something to eat. Had I known the cow, I'd obviously feel different. If I had to kill animals myself every day to eat, I don't know if I could. I'd probably end up getting attached to all of them and wind up eating nuts, fruits, and vegetables.

See? There you go. That's a good... well, it's not a GREAT mentality, but it's a good mentality to be in. If you have to have familial attachments to animals to feel any empathy towards them, I think that's a problem, but at least you're capable of thinking, "Yeah, maybe this isn't right." I'm glad.

The difference between you and me here lies only with empathy. It doesn't matter to me if I don't know the animal personally--I still can't justify killing it if I have all the resources in the world. That's why I say, if you're okay with killing an animal for food, you should be okay with someone killing you for food. And I get so angry about it because I look around and all I see are people who are proud of their lack of empathy. And it disgusts me. It's revolting.

It's like when you see or hear about people dying and suffering across the world. You care, but you don't spend the rest of the day crying about it.

Right. So what's your point? I mean, I don't spend my time crying about the suffering of humans or animals, but I do speak up about it. I'm the only one who's really accounting for it. What's wrong with that?

They're not "designed" to do anything.

Yes, they are. Do you know what evolution is? Do you know what evolution has been doing?

Fuck you for associating me with PETA.

I know they suffer when they're slaughtered, but that's not going to affect me in the slightest and it's not going to stop me from eating meat.

It doesn't affect you, so it's okay.

All right then. Your friends and family get slaughtered and eaten, then. How does that swim with you?

Humans are omnivores by nature. We eat meat because it provides the body with things it needs.

Things that are very easily replaced, yes.

https://yourlogicalfallacyis.com/appeal-to-nature

So I should be slaughtered and eaten because I eat meat? You know, something we've done fir millions of years.

You should be slaughtered and eaten if you see nothing wrong with eating meat. If you don't recognize the pain and suffering they endure for our gratification. Most meat-eaters don't eat to survive--they eat it because it tastes good. That's it. That's disgusting.

The fact that we've done it for... millions?... That's a stretch, dude. The fact that we've done it for thousands of years doesn't really mean anything. That's sorta like an argumentum ad populum, except instead of appealing to the majority, you're appealing to time, which is sorta in the same line of thinking. I guess that makes slavery okay, because we've been doing that for a long-ass time, too. The idea that owning slaves is bad is a very recent idea.

We're not the only species that kills and eats other animals you know.

So we should be like stupid animals? Why? We're a lot fucking smarter than that, don't you think?

People don't hunt bears, dipshit.

When did I ever say that you did, stupid fuck? That's right, never. Bears are a common threat to hunters. That's the point, shithead. You're obviously not cut out for hunting if you know nothing about it.

Also, yeah this is serious - I gotta make sure my meat keeps coming. Though the fact you wish I would get killed makes you no better than those you claim to be against. Hypocritical fucktard.

The loss of one stupid gluttonous meat-eating shithead isn't really that big of a deal if all he's going to do is consume, consume, consume. "No better"? As if vegans think killing is inherently wrong? lolno

Anything is justifiable if you have just cause. What's your just cause for eating animals? You're bigger and smarter than them? That's it? That's not good enough, sorry.

Then you obviously don't know what it means, or what it's like, to get violently killed.

And yet I'm dead serious. I'd rather kill the animal myself. I'm going to get a hunting license as soon as possible and feast on my kills. I'd kill a cow no different than killing a deer.

Then I hope you get eaten. I hope a tiger fucking just mauls you to death and eats you, and see how you like it.

I mean, what else can I say? I hope you get what you impose on other sentient beings.

I can agree with this. But if a grown adult wants to eat some delicious meat like man has been doing for millennia, he has every right to do so.

False. Man has the might to do so. But does might make right? I think not.

And I'm not talking about shit like, "Hey man, have you tried that new sandwich that they have at Burger King?" I'm talking about instilling the notion of meat-eating into the minds of children. That's gonna have to stop happening. Because people who are addicted, like you, aren't going to be able to say goodbye to their meat (which is bullshit, by the way. I lived on an almost exclusive diet of animal products for my entire life until I just stopped a few months ago. If I could do it, you can too). So if people are going to act like they can't stop for their own selfish reasons, then fuck it, just start teaching kids not to do it, then. I think that's reasonable.

Oh, and, supporting the meat industry through nineteen years of meat-eating is up there, too.

Too preachy?

Not preachy enough.

Ummmm. Nothing much. I live just by a lake, and in the summer, painted turtles occasionally crawl out of it (sometimes a little bit too far beyond the shore for their safety), so when I was little, and everything was still fascinating and new, I was naturally super excited to see a turtle for the first time in the flesh (and having them living practically "next door", no less).

So what do I do to it?

...Um, nothing horrible, but... I carried it over to my backyard, told it to stay, went back into my house, got one of my mother's empty clothes baskets (without asking first, of course; she ended up needing it) and trapped the turtle under it. Because I wanted it--it came to me, so it obviously wanted me to keep it as a pet. I used a clothes basket because it had a lot of room, and it had "breather holes". I thought I was being smart--I've heard the horror stories of kids accidentally killing their dogs after leaving them in their parents' cars unattended.

Then my mother comes. I'm smiling like a dumbass, about to tell her all about Squirtle, expecting her to be proud of me--particularly for having the foresight to give the poor thing some air to breathe. Instead of being impressed, though, she's just hollering at me, asking what the fuck I did with her clothes basket, now it's all dirty, what are you doing to that turtle, let it go this instant, you're in big trouble, etc. etc. etc.

So I released it near the lake. And that's how I learned that turtles really aren't as slow as they are in the cartoons.

TL;DR
I kept a turtle in captivity once, but I let it go after my mother noticed that I took her clothes basket.

Actually, it's "neve ro ddo reven".

I can barely handle four, myself. Three is just awkward.

Quote from: Verbatim on January 10, 2015, 02:25:00 PM

One of my father's old friends (whose daughter I went to school with) beat a man to death just downtown.

Did they get into a fight?

Well, he had been stolen from in the past, and he thought he was the guy who did it because of the way he looked at him. He was also drunk.

woooo alcohol