gloomyAnyway, I'm pretty stoic about most of the things he eats. You couldn't pay me to consume most of it, though not necessarily because of the taste but it doesn't usually disgust me. It's just that he ends up buying shit from these open markets where there are probably more maggots per square inch than camel fuckers in iraq. The idea of spending my time squatting over a third world toilet for the next 16 hours is about as unpleasant way to spend my time as I can imagine. I'm getting a bit far afield here. The point is that I usually don't have any huge bias against what people around the world choose to eat or not eat. It's pretty ethnocentric and arrogant of us to turn up our nose at the idea that some people out there might want to eat guinea pigs or donkeys or whatever. That being the case, I've known for some time that I do have one red line that just cannot be crossed.
Turtles.
I cannot stand the idea of people eating turtles. I imagine for most people asked this question they would say dogs or cats and I'm not sure exactly why the idea of killing and eating a turtle so offends me. I don't just find it repulsive but morally reprehensible. There's just something incredibly repugnant about the idea to me. I'm sure part of it stems from the fact that I had a couple turtles as a kid. They were some of my very first pets and I still remember them very fondly. I still think about Tommy the Turtle occasionally. My sisters and I used to dig up my mom's garden looking for earthworms to feed to him. I was heartbroken when he finally ended up escaping.
Yes, you read correctly. My turtle ran away and vanished. We had him in a bucket and there was a monsoon of a deluge outside. When I went to check on him after the storm, the bucket was full of water and Tommy was gone.
Now, it's not just the fact that I had a turtle as a pet that can explain my visceral reaction against eating them. I mean, I've had dogs and gerbils and even a guinea pig for a couple days (another escape story), but I could see eating them in the right circumstance. Not them particularly, but another member of their species I wasn't personally attached to. Turtles just seem more helpless to me. It doesn't take anything to hunt down a turtle and there's just no chance for them to get away. It also doesn't help that many turtles are endangered. I keep thinking that they have enough problems to deal with that they don't need the fact that there are some sick assholes out there turning them into soup and shit. Eat a fucking cow, you twat waffles. There are god damn cows everywhere. Leave the turtles alone.
This is probably about as close as I'm ever going to get to some sort of hippie agenda. If you're ever going to throw something like this back in my face, I'd bookmark this page since it's likely to be the only example.
