Meat Treat

 I ordered a pizza from Papa John’s.   Meats.  I realize I’m not a vegetarian.   I don’t know where to begin to be full and satisfied with 3 delicious vegetarian meals/day.   I love bongo burgers, especially the mushroom.   I love a juicy steak.  This pizza is superb.  I’m a lying hypocrite, and responsible for a little bit of suffering, in the factory farms.  I don’t feel that bad about it.   I’ve always loved meat.   I used to love to eat my grandma’s skirt steaks.  And pastor tacos are amazing, whenever I’m in San Leandro.  I don’t think I can or will ever change.   But I will give lip service to big up vegans, who I’ll admit have morally superior diets.   Maybe healthier, too.  I suck.  I’m powerless, just like they say in alcoholics anonymous.   I’m serious.  I’m not consumed with guilt.  It’s just a fact of life.  I’m a carnivore, like most people.  So it goes.  Don’t get the wrong idea.   I’m not offering myself up for sacrifice.   I’m not christlike, and won’t willingly accept any kind of penalty of judgment.  I’ll just admit I’m wrong, and offer this confession, in the hope others can do what I cannot.   I’m sorry.  Words of contriition.  That’s all I can do.  I used to love the vegetarian curry paste tofu at a thai restaurant.  I need to find more meals like that that do it for me.  And my instagram is full of meat porn.  I don’t need to apologize.  But farm animals ARE treated heinously.  Peanut butter apples and such are called for.   And eating LESS meat, if you can.  Maybe a demon who eats people can be a force for justice, in this mad world.  After all, we’re made of meat, too.  Alright?