Makes Me Want To Beef Binge, Just Because…


An old friend recently tossed this depressing article on her Facebook page….

Ever the churlish contrarian, I crafted an offensive, caustic response–even though I’m barely a beef eater myself, the preciousness of all this chicken little vegan nonsense hits me like wood splinters (or slivers, if you will) beneath my fingernails. I thought it was funny, of course–but in such matters I’m often alone. Still, fortunately for you I’m compelled to share.

hippy-vegetarians-329Remember when our vegetarian friends were primarily innocuous, over-sensitive earth-muffins who delighted in saying things like, “oh, man–don’t you get that you’re eating pain, man?” I miss those older, simpler days. The new thing is that steak is a civilization-ending vehicle for megalomaniacal destruction of not just our way of life, but the entire human race. And that that’s a lot to blame on a burger.

It is rare from me to eat beef twice in the same month, but I still recognize these are truly the end of days. There are no options. Soy tastes like shit and shrinks testicles, Salmon in declining and mostly factory farmed, and I can’t even think the word “vegan” without giggling. (soy/vegan = chemical/metaphorical castration–coincidence? I think not.) Sigh. I mean: jeez, it took me the better part of a decade to figure out how to pronounce “quinoa” and now we can’t even eat that because now that it’s trendy the people who grow it can’t afford to buy it and are starving. I don’t even want to know what terrible news about edamame is on the horizon.

My wife ate a burger in a restaurant the other night that was an abomination some sadistic bastard constructed of crushed black beans and, probably, Elmer’s Glue.  I thought, “cue the creepy music and lightning effects, and call Igor–this is  Frankenfood.” I opted for the shrimp, because I’m a bully and like to pick on creatures much smaller than I am.

But I digress. The obvious solution is the forced sterilization of vast hordes of third world folks (including a wide swath of the American Confederacy) in order to reset population numbers and create space for the emissions created by the chicken tacos, pepperoni, and occasional breakfast sausage necessary to lead a honest, satisfying life.

Of course, I would be on board with a “local only” meat rule in the face of drought. I mean, hell, it rains here 258 days a year. It’s the economy of scale that gets us–I can buy half a cow from Liz & Malcolm (although I don’t understand what to do with a lot of the strangely shaped cuts), who pretty much just let the beef wander around their property for a couple years before (Chuck makes slicing motion across his neck). Maybe that’s the solution? Don’t know a farmer? Eat seeds and twigs.

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2015 Summer Wonders #37: Fish Tower

The Underwater Series continues….

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2015 Summer Wonders #36: Splish, Splash

Day 3 of the underwater series.

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2015 Summer Wonders #35: Lakeside Lysistrata

This one is kind of famous already, and deservedly so.



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2015 Summer Wonders #32: Swims With Turtles

It’s Day 1 of “Underwater Week” on Old Road Apples’ SUMMER WONDERS. Enjoy!


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2015 Summer Wonder #25: Back To The Beach

It rained ALL DAY here today–over 2″ of steady downpour from around 3 am to late afternoon, with occasional relapses into the evening.  I sat around like a lump and wrote, read your blogs, deleted a lot of old email, and had Campbell’s Condensed Cream of Tomato Soup and a corn meal muffin for supper.  1500 words of novel written, too.  Well, re-written from rough drafts–boring stuff there; no one died. My main character ate steak, potatoes, and sourdough bread and a nice grilled baby romaine, naked in a bathtub, chasing it down with whiskey and a good a Belgian wheat beer (that he demanded be served ice cold, much to the horror of his innkeeper)–well, not a Belgian, exactly, since that bathtub in on a partially terraformed frontier planet about as far from Earth as you can get without getting robbed by pirates, or the corrupt Navy that’s supposed to be it’s protector.  But I I digress.  We’re here for a restorative Summer Wonder photo–and after a day like today, there’s really no alternative to turning back to the beach for a traditional bright sunny stroll down the strand.


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2015 Summer Wonders #21: Bikini Pond Boxing

The days are warm, the water clear and skies blue.  It’s once again time for that classic rite of summer: Women’s Pond Boxing.


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2015 Summer Wonder #14: It’s A Bird, It’s A Plane…


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Found Summer Photo: Hooray!


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Random Internet Photo: Jaws

otter-eating-clamIt’s been a while since I dove into the web and emerged, like a wild-eyed otter with a calm in it’s paws, with a tasty image between my teeth.

I wanted another summer picture, so I searched for “summer” and ended up with a lot of empty beach pictures and bikini girls.  It’s really astounding how much we equate summer with bikinis–I mean, not really and…yay for me.  I would have no problem filling a blog just with pictures of attractive women, but that would be admitting I’m a bit of a dog.  (A dog and an otter–go figure.)  Which leaves me with a dilemma, but I think I’ve found a good solution….













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