If You Ask Me: If You Can’t Make The Kill, You Shouldn’t Put It On The Grill
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a blogumn by Travis Randall
Hey Nerds! For this article I want to talk about the statement “If you aren’t willing to kill it, you shouldn’t eat it”. This would normally get filed into the “no shit” category but I realized there are a lot of softies who follow this site.
I am amazed by people who don’t understand that a hamburger was once alive and mooing. Most people understand this but could they kill a cow? “HELL NO” is the answer. Most of them would be afraid to pet a cow. Cows are actually pretty easy to kill. Cows don’t suspect you are gonna do the unthinkable so they pretty much go about their day-to-day cow duties then WHAM! You get em’.
That may sound harsh, but is it as harsh as you eating any animal and not having the heart or respect to kill it yourself? Do you deserve to eat anything you couldn’t kill and clean yourself? I say no. I have killed animals [some bigger than me], removed their guts, and butchered them for eating. It is no laughing matter and let me tell you that after the first time you do it the grocery store looks mighty different.
Americans are pretty disrespectful towards meat eating in general. We use only the finest and more desirable cuts. Take a walk through a Mexican grocery store here in L.A. and look how much better use of the animal a Mexican cook makes. At Vallarta they sell cow lips, tongues, brains, balls, and chicken and pig feet. Those things look like animal parts. If you eat a cow lip sandwich, you know what the f#ck you are eating!
I’m challenging readers to actually take part in the slaughter of an animal and its preparation. Start small, kill a chicken. A local chicken farm will gladly let you take a field trip and show you what to do. It is your duty as a meat eater to do it! The first person to send me picture proof that they did it I will send them a case of BBQ sauce and two t-shirts. If you can’t imagine doing it, stop eating animals.
P.S. – Did you know that Jello-O is NOT a vegan friendly food?
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I know I am one of those sissy left wing liberals but I completely agree with this.
I think they should teach kids how to kill, clean and cook animals in public schools.
Some of my fondest memories are fishing with my father. My dad would always make me gut and de-bone the fish
They do here in Arizona! My husband learned how to be a butcher at his town's public school back in the 90's and they still have the butchering program! My husband then spent a couple years as a butcher at a local grocery store.
I used to fish with my dad, too, and do all the gutting and stuff, though I hated the taste of the fish, so it was all just blood sport for me.
Wow CH. I have fond memories of fishing with my Nana and Pop Pop Jessie. But, not sure that I am up for a family outing where Sekou and I slaughter a chicken together though.
I know I am one of those sissy left wing liberals but I completely agree with this.
I think they should teach kids how to kill, clean and cook animals in public schools.
Some of my fondest memories are fishing with my father. My dad would always make me gut and de-bone the fish
They do here in Arizona! My husband learned how to be a butcher at his town's public school back in the 90's and they still have the butchering program! My husband then spent a couple years as a butcher at a local grocery store.
I used to fish with my dad, too, and do all the gutting and stuff, though I hated the taste of the fish, so it was all just blood sport for me.
Wow CH. I have fond memories of fishing with my Nana and Pop Pop Jessie. But, not sure that I am up for a family outing where Sekou and I slaughter a chicken together though.
Dude, you make me laugh and vomit a little at the same time!
When I was a kid, we raised chickens and rabbits and we would fish all the time. I've had my little fingers involved in the blood-shed, but now, there is no way in HELL i'm gonna watch an animal die.
I will however kill a tomato or murder an onion out of my garden without blinking twice (both of which go great on my cheeseburger.)
Dude, you make me laugh and vomit a little at the same time!
When I was a kid, we raised chickens and rabbits and we would fish all the time. I've had my little fingers involved in the blood-shed, but now, there is no way in HELL i'm gonna watch an animal die.
I will however kill a tomato or murder an onion out of my garden without blinking twice (both of which go great on my cheeseburger.)
Um, well I sort of agree with you. I've never killed an animal, but I fully believe that I could take care of a chicken if it came down to it. And since I'm an amateur survivalist, I'm fully willing to kill bambi under apocalyptic circumstances. However, I don't think you should go out and kill something, just to prove that you would. I would climb a mountain Sound of Music like to escape the Nazi regime, but do I have to go hiking to prove that I'm willing to climb the mountain?
I used to write for a guy who's pretty funny in his own right, but he's busy, he doesn't have the time or desire to write his own scripts, so he hired people to do it for him. That sounds pretty reasonable to me — especially when I was getting that nice paycheck for it.
When I go to the grocery store and buy meat as opposed to killing it myself, I help keep a lot of hardworking people in business, which is a pretty nice exchange in my opinion. So no, I wouldn't kill a cow, b/c I don't have the time or desire to do so. But much like washing my car and making my iPod and other hard-for-me tasks, I don't think there's anything wrong with paying people to do it for me.
Um, well I sort of agree with you. I've never killed an animal, but I fully believe that I could take care of a chicken if it came down to it. And since I'm an amateur survivalist, I'm fully willing to kill bambi under apocalyptic circumstances. However, I don't think you should go out and kill something, just to prove that you would. I would climb a mountain Sound of Music like to escape the Nazi regime, but do I have to go hiking to prove that I'm willing to climb the mountain?
I used to write for a guy who's pretty funny in his own right, but he's busy, he doesn't have the time or desire to write his own scripts, so he hired people to do it for him. That sounds pretty reasonable to me — especially when I was getting that nice paycheck for it.
When I go to the grocery store and buy meat as opposed to killing it myself, I help keep a lot of hardworking people in business, which is a pretty nice exchange in my opinion. So no, I wouldn't kill a cow, b/c I don't have the time or desire to do so. But much like washing my car and making my iPod and other hard-for-me tasks, I don't think there's anything wrong with paying people to do it for me.
Don't EVER kill just to do it. The point is to do it once and complete the process by eating it so you earn your spot as a meat eater. I worry that many kids don't even know what they are eating. I am not oppossed to vegetarians and I think more people might be if they had to fend for themselves. In a weird way I am saying you need to respect animals and know that they are living breathing members of our world and you are going to kill it you better eat it so it didn't diw for nothing. Plus, it can be fun and like people above said it can be an important parent-child memory
Don't EVER kill just to do it. The point is to do it once and complete the process by eating it so you earn your spot as a meat eater. I worry that many kids don't even know what they are eating. I am not oppossed to vegetarians and I think more people might be if they had to fend for themselves. In a weird way I am saying you need to respect animals and know that they are living breathing members of our world and you are going to kill it you better eat it so it didn't diw for nothing. Plus, it can be fun and like people above said it can be an important parent-child memory
This really takes me back. I went to a summer camp in VT…..picture quakers, farming, fifth freedom, etc. We raised our own animals, grew our own vegetables, etc. We had one day a summer, I forgot what it was called, but on that day we could only eat what we harvested and slaughtered ourselves. I remember being in about 1o or 11 and slaughtering my first chicken and deer (they did not force you but invited you to participate). It sounds cruel, but it was an eye-opening experience for a girl from the hood who did not know the first things about hunting, killing animals, etc. I do not think I really understood where any food came from let alone meat until then. A lot of my fellow campers opted not to participate and pledged to be vegetarians. Me, I felt like given that I adored meat on several different levels and given that it seemed like I should commit myself fully to that love of meat and take part. I am not sure I agree that if you eat it, you should kill it, but at the time it did feel like I would be a hypocrite if I did not. So the choice was hold the ax or swing the sledge hammer…..I opted for the sledge hammer.
This really takes me back. I went to a summer camp in VT…..picture quakers, farming, fifth freedom, etc. We raised our own animals, grew our own vegetables, etc. We had one day a summer, I forgot what it was called, but on that day we could only eat what we harvested and slaughtered ourselves. I remember being in about 1o or 11 and slaughtering my first chicken and deer (they did not force you but invited you to participate). It sounds cruel, but it was an eye-opening experience for a girl from the hood who did not know the first things about hunting, killing animals, etc. I do not think I really understood where any food came from let alone meat until then. A lot of my fellow campers opted not to participate and pledged to be vegetarians. Me, I felt like given that I adored meat on several different levels and given that it seemed like I should commit myself fully to that love of meat and take part. I am not sure I agree that if you eat it, you should kill it, but at the time it did feel like I would be a hypocrite if I did not. So the choice was hold the ax or swing the sledge hammer…..I opted for the sledge hammer.
I have gutted my share of fish in my lifetime. And eaten my fare share of things my father, brother, uncles, cousins have hunted and cleaned. I have my father a winch for Christmas one year — the sole purpose of which was to hoist up a freshly killed buck and bleed it out. However, due to my squeamishness I will not be helping him do this anytime soon. I am a firm believer in eating what you kill. People who hunt for sport disgust me. And I believe in giving credit to what you're eating. If you can't handle what veal is or where it came from, than yeah, you shouldn't eat it.
I have gutted my share of fish in my lifetime. And eaten my fare share of things my father, brother, uncles, cousins have hunted and cleaned. I have my father a winch for Christmas one year — the sole purpose of which was to hoist up a freshly killed buck and bleed it out. However, due to my squeamishness I will not be helping him do this anytime soon. I am a firm believer in eating what you kill. People who hunt for sport disgust me. And I believe in giving credit to what you're eating. If you can't handle what veal is or where it came from, than yeah, you shouldn't eat it.
After much thought on the matter, I've come to the conclusion that I don't respect animals. If I respected them, then I wouldn't eat them.
I don't know if I respect animals, but I do tend to like them better than most people. I think there's way too much casualness and ignorance on where our meat comes from as a whole, so I understand the theory of killing and eating an animal to drive the point home of what's involved. However, for some of us, footage from slaughterhouses makes us VERY aware that just because animals can't talk in the same language we do doesn't mean that they should be taken for granted just because we're hungry.
I'm now going to have a salad.
After much thought on the matter, I've come to the conclusion that I don't respect animals. If I respected them, then I wouldn't eat them.
I don't know if I respect animals, but I do tend to like them better than most people. I think there's way too much casualness and ignorance on where our meat comes from as a whole, so I understand the theory of killing and eating an animal to drive the point home of what's involved. However, for some of us, footage from slaughterhouses makes us VERY aware that just because animals can't talk in the same language we do doesn't mean that they should be taken for granted just because we're hungry.
I'm now going to have a salad.
Jello isn't a vegetarian frendly food. It contains gelatin, derived from hooves. So do marshmellows and Altoids, though many products are using vegetable gelatins these days. And most cheeses are made with rennet, otherwise known as stomach lining. Common sugar is filtered through bone char. Body parts are lurking everywhere, trying to make me consume them!
Jello isn't a vegetarian frendly food. It contains gelatin, derived from hooves. So do marshmellows and Altoids, though many products are using vegetable gelatins these days. And most cheeses are made with rennet, otherwise known as stomach lining. Common sugar is filtered through bone char. Body parts are lurking everywhere, trying to make me consume them!
Chickens are a pain! All that feather pluckin'. Now, ya whack a deer and slice it up – that is good eats right there. Cows rule too, but you need a friend. They are heavy suckers. Pigs can be pretty reasonable, but they are messy and stinky unlike their by-product, BACON! Fish aren't bad either, provided you have the critical tool — beer. This brings me to a great point. I am FAR too lazy to grow wheat, carrots, and all that. Does that mean I shouldn't eat salad? If that's the case, I gotta have you talk to my lady friend.
Chickens are a pain! All that feather pluckin'. Now, ya whack a deer and slice it up – that is good eats right there. Cows rule too, but you need a friend. They are heavy suckers. Pigs can be pretty reasonable, but they are messy and stinky unlike their by-product, BACON! Fish aren't bad either, provided you have the critical tool — beer. This brings me to a great point. I am FAR too lazy to grow wheat, carrots, and all that. Does that mean I shouldn't eat salad? If that's the case, I gotta have you talk to my lady friend.