I’m sorry. I meant to say a “hunter.” This morning Dave and I were arguing about the overpopulation of the deer on Long Island and the increasing number of dead bambi road kills out east.
He’s a hunter and I am not.
He asked me, “Would you rather see a deer flattened by a Mac truck or killed by a hunter and used as food by a family?”
He then went to the old hunters argument crutch of “Well you eat hamburgers so I don’t want to hear it. You ever see a slaughterhouse? You are a hypocrite.”
That’s right. Hypocrite.. enabler of slaughterhouses….I am guilty. (more…)