Busting our porc chops - In this we are stalked by live stock

Busting our porc chops:

Being given a hard time for eating meat.


A vignette -

I met my three friends at the latest dinner hot spot. We ordered meat. And a big bottle of red wine. Friend number 1 had a great big porc chop. Friend number two had a great big steak. Friend number three had a great big hamburger. The appetizer was foie gras. We felt very naughty. We were bad. We wondered out loud whether our meat had been slaughtered humanely. "Isn't that a little oxymoronic?" friend 1 asked. "No, I've seen the documentary Abattoir, it's nasty!" said friend number 2. "If the French can't even make it sound good, you know it's got to be bad."

Ouside, a demonstration seemed to be forming. A crowd of people taped a poster of a cow with a severed head oozing blood to the window. These days, anti-meat demos were routine.

"Are we at a pro-choice rally?" said friend 1. "It reminds me of the days at the clinic," said friend 2.

We heard them chanting: "They're butchers ! "

We ordered dessert.

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